Chapter 1373 - The Colonization Frenzy In the Apocalypse

The Holy Shield system was about to be repaired. As the Parliament announced the specific time of the Holy Shield activation, the streets and alleys of Sixth Street were decorated by festive lights and filled with a celebratory atmosphere.

For the survivors in Wanghai, the Holy Shield was not only a shield to isolate them from the apocalypse, but also a banner. Especially for those who had lived here and had witnessed that prosperous and great age, the status of the Holy Shield in their hearts was particularly sacred.

Repair the Holy Shield.

Meant the possibility of restoring order.

Coinciding with the completion of the fourth Garden of Eden, NAC lowered the prices of agricultural products for the second time in a year. The purchasing power of credit points continued to increase, and the prices of commodities had decreased. The smiles on the survivors who lived in the Sixth Street also grew brighter.

From the perspective of enriching the spiritual and cultural beliefs of the people, the Parliament, with surplus funding, decided to take advantage of this opportunity to announce that the day the Holy Shield activated would be Holy Shield Day and it would stipulate that every year at this time, the Parliament would fund a large-scale celebration.

For the icing on the cake, the North American colony just sent dozens of tons of newly produced white crab roe sauce to the Sixth Street, as well as a poster of the colony.

Based on the description of sailors returning from North America, a few boxes of canned meat that were no longer attractive in the Sixth Street could be exchanged for a blonde girl, and a pack of cigarettes could buy a young girl’s first night…

Although it was somewhat exaggerated, primitive desires could stimulate people’s drive and motivation. On the day when the white crab roe sauce was sold in the Sixth Street, there was a long queue at the entrance of the colonial registration point.

Any citizen of any level with citizenship issued by the NAC military government could register as a glorious colonizer at the registration point. The military government promised to arrange work for the colonists, reimburse the boat fare, and subsidize 50-100 credits per month based on the colonists’ citizenship level for five years.

At the Port of Wanghai, the elevator was hoisting containers onto the cargo ship.

The sailors on deck were smoking listlessly because they were about to set sail and were destined to miss a grand celebration.

“Don’t you want to wait until the celebration is over? I heard they said that the ‘Arrogant Girls’ will perform on stage. If I remember correctly, the lead singer is your goddess.”

“No.” Han Yue dragged his suitcases, shook his head, and looked to the port with a hint of longing in his eyes, “Once I accomplish something, I will come back for her.”

Song Zhongwei did not try to persuade further. He let out a sigh, then patted his good buddy twice on the shoulder with force, and said with encouragement, “It is good to have a dream. This world has changed, you should have a dream too.”

Fate was always a curious topic. They didn’t know each other before the apocalypse. Song Zhongwei was an indie singer who enjoyed music, and Han Yue was a bank security guard. The lives of the two people were parallel to each other. If it weren’t for the fact that they lied next to each other’s hibernation chamber, they wouldn’t have known each other’s name.

After they woke up from the fallout shelter and were told by a NAC soldier in a kinetic skeleton that it was the twentieth year of the apocalypse, it took them a full year to adapt to the new order and try to accept the devastated city in front of them.

At that time, the two became friends.

“What’s your dream?”

“Lie down in the hibernation chamber again,” Song Zhongwei rolled his eyes, “Wake up two hundred years later and become an old-school singer.”

“It has to be retro, right, haha.”

The two laughed and punched each other in the chest, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Song Zhongwei grinned and said seriously to Hang Yue.

“Be careful. I’ve heard people say that it is far more complicated there. In addition to crystals and blondes, there are mutated humans and cannibal tribes.”

“Risks and opportunities coexist. I’ll live.” Han Yue tried to make himself sound more lighthearted, then he stopped for a moment, looked at the cargo ship blowing its sirens, and suddenly smiled, “This is enough.”

“Guy,” Song Zhongwei jokingly kicked him on the butt, and his tone was a little sorrowful, “It’s going to sail, go. Don’t forget, you still owe me a meal.”

“Haha, there are a lot of things I owe you!”

Han Yue patted his butt and walked towards the cargo ship with his suitcases.

…

The siren rang three times to say goodbye to the people on the shore.

The NAC cargo ship sailed away from the Port of Wanghai. Escorted by two warships, the ship would head north along the edge of Eurasia, cross the cold current at Bering Strait, bypass the golden waterway outside Alaska, travel south along the shores of the North American continent, and finally arrive at the port established by NAC in California…

After half a month of sailing, Han Yue, on the deck, finally saw the long-lost coastline.

The fabled North America.

He had been here before the war as a tourist.

However, at this moment, when he gazed at Los Angeles in the distance, there was no trace of what it used to be. Most of the Hollywood Hills were shaved off, and the villas that once stood there were non-existent, leaving only bare dirt hills.

Just as Han Yue tried to recall the city’s original skyline, he heard a coarse and loud voice behind him. As the other colonists on the deck turned their heads together to the entrance of the cabin, they saw the shaggy captain who they had only seen once when they boarded the ship.

“Here we are, California is in front of us. It used to be called Los Angeles I think, now it doesn’t matter what you call it.”

“This place is different from the Sixth Street. After you leave the NAC colony, it is barbarian land. There is no order here, even in a settlement of survivors. I hope your muzzles will point to the same direction after you get off. This is probably just like Wanghai from a few years ago; survivors are more dangerous than Death Claws. Rather than being caught by mutated humans, it is better to give yourself a bullet to the head. However, I think my nonsense is pointless to most of you.”

On the deck, the captain snorted, took out a low-quality cigar from his pocket, blew out a cloudy smoke ring, and looked at the faintly visible port, “I admit that this place is full of opportunities. Canned meat can be exchanged for what you want, but I advise you to always think twice. Before you enjoy life, you must first do everything possible to save your life.”

The siren blew three times, and the ship moved to the port.

The cargo ship got closer and closer to the port.

At this moment, the captain smoking a cigar suddenly noticed there was something wrong with the port.

The port was so quiet!

If it was the usual, every time he pulled goods from the Sixth Street, it would make the colony cheer. Especially the pine nuts alcohol, some drunkards could even sleep at the port for the entire night with just a quilt, just so they could exchange the booze with crystals or other shiny things with the sailors.

Anything with alcohol sold well in the colony.

But now, even the port workers disappeared.

“Wait,” the unshaven captain frowned slightly, took out the binoculars from his pocket, and pointed to the harbor. His brows were tightly locked together, and the corners of his chapped mouth were slightly open, he whispered, “Something is wrong…”

Han Yue didn’t notice anything unusual. On top of the deck, he felt the coldness of the wind slip into his collar.

After he shuddered, he wrapped the collar of his jacket tighter, put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, touched a pendant, and a hint of warmth rose in his heart.

He bought the pendant from a small vendor selling souvenirs at a concert before the war. He never expected the world would change, the rules would change, everything would change. However, he was the one who had not changed. Compared to Song Zhongwei, who had lost everything, he felt that he was lucky after all.

“Arrogant Girls” was still holding a concert, although the drummer had changed and so did the stage…

He quietly watched the silent harbor, but suddenly, he remembered that they should have brought more winter clothes for this trip.

It was the colony.

There was no Holy Shield to protect him from the wind and rain…