Chapter 4

Zero spent the night in the utility room, accompanied by only his portable micro automatic machine gun and the cold ground.

He was identified as incompetent, and for z7 base, there was no spare room for ordinary people like him. Zero has no objection to this arrangement, but it is difficult to sleep comfortably even on the rough ground without water grinding.

Unable to sleep, he looked as cold as a lone wolf. But in my heart, I was deeply shocked by Leia's words.

Obviously, the world after waking up has been completely different from what he remembered. The state system of the old era has completely collapsed, leaving mankind with only endless wilderness and all kinds of monsters wandering in the wilderness. The conditions for survival are so harsh that it is only those powers who can compete for resources with surface monsters that are so important.

In fact, z7 base also has a power strictly. That person is old Jack's granddaughter Leah, but Leah's ability is first-order memory expertise and second-order pharmacist expertise. Compared with the five areas that are more inclined to fight, Leah's abilities belong to the auxiliary category. And those with auxiliary ability are basically divided into the scope of ordinary people.

Now, zero can understand why old Jack was so disappointed after he was identified as incompetent.

But they don't know that zero doesn't have any special ability. The golden right eye, which can freely adjust the sight distance, is like a high-power telescope, but it is not owned by ordinary people. Just this ability, zero doesn't want to be exposed to outsiders for the time being. Otherwise, judging from the crazy demand for ability in this era, it is possible that they will send the zero to the operating table and take down the special right eye for research.

Maybe I need a pair of sunglasses. Zero thought, and then went to sleep with his machine gun. In less than three seconds, his even breathing sound had sounded, and the physical energy consumed by one day's activity was slowly recovering like a trickle of Juan Juan.

When the clock of the base pointed to six o'clock, zero opened his eyes and felt nothing.

He got up and moved his body, feeling that his physical strength had recovered. I only ate one meal yesterday, but I still don't feel hungry. It seems that the moldy bread and bitter water still play a role. Zero frowned and knew it was impossible. Then a little food should normally be converted into calories needed by the body and consumed. In today's situation, if those foods have high calorie substances, there is something in the zero body to store the absorbed heat and distribute it with high precision, so that no energy is wasted, so as to maximize the role of food.

The former is impossible no matter how you look at it. As for the latter, you can't imagine it.

Such things are not the functions that normal human organs can have. If there is such an energy-saving system, it can only show that zero has been secretly transformed to some extent. This reminds him of his golden right eye. Is it also the product of some kind of operation?

However, such data does not exist in the memory bank of his head. Even before entering the hibernation chamber, he can't remember what he was and what he experienced. Naturally, there can't be any modified memory.

The truth is always hidden in the fog.

I can't remember who said this to him, but it's most appropriate to describe his situation now.

The hibernation barn needs to be carefully checked again when there is a chance. Zero thought.

At this time, a deafening bell rang outside the utility room. With Lao Jieshi's voice, the radio rang: "get up, sons of bitches. It's time for work. If you're still in bed, be careful I'll kick your eggs. Now you'll have five minutes to eat, and then roll to the work area for me to report!"

After the radio rang three times in a row, it stopped torturing people's ears. Zero pressed his ears and felt that the sound of the radio was too loud, shaking his eardrum badly.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded. After three records in a row, the door was pushed open, revealing Leah's childish face.

She seemed to have something on her mind. Looking at zero's expression with hesitation, she finally said, "come with me. Grandpa has something to find you."

Zero, follow her out of the utility room.

After a long passage, they walked in the residential area, turned left and right, and then came to the house where they had stayed yesterday, old Jack's house.

Leah took zero to the other room in the room, which was arranged like a study. But in the shabby room, there were only two or three books in the old bookcase that was getting old. Old Jack sat on the black leather chair with several holes. He was holding his pipe and his feet in military boots were leaning on the desk. In front of the desk, including black Holt, stood four soldiers in military uniforms.

However, these military uniforms are quite shabby, with patches, and are also contaminated with large tracts of oil stains.

The soldiers carried the rifles of the old times, the butt made of black hardwood was painted everywhere, and there were white marks on the black barrel. Obviously, these guns have been for many years. People really doubt their power.

Zero glanced and knew that these were rifles. This bulky old rifle belongs to a single shot gun. The rifling in its barrel can enable bullets to be fired in a rotating way. Therefore, it has some advantages in accuracy, and the range is as high as about 400 meters. However, the slow firing speed determines that this kind of gun cannot act on large-scale group war.

However, for a semi domestic and semi industrial base, the soldiers equipped with this kind of gun is also in line with its status.

Seeing zero coming in, old Jack waved his hand and motioned the others to go out first. So Holt and four soldiers filed past zero. When they passed by, zero saw a light of schadenfreude in their eyes.

The door closed and there were only old Jack and two people left in the study.

Old Jack spits out a smoke ring and says, "our base doesn't keep idle people. If you want to stay here, you must work for me."

"That's fair," zero said. Then he asked, "what job do you have for me?"

"Our base is a small place. There are only two kinds of jobs suitable for you." old Jack said slowly: "one is mining. He works in the underground mining area with those miners. The daily salary is 10 cents."

Zero picked his eyebrows and asked, "what about the second one?"

"I also know you won't be happy to be a miner. Although you are incompetent, you should still be a good soldier, so the second one will be more suitable for you." old Jack put down his pipe and the fire in it dimmed. He knocked off the ash and said: "Come and be a mercenary. Your daily job is to maintain the order of the base. When you go out of work, you will be paid accordingly. If you do a good job, I can apply to the pachlan chaebol for your professional license."

"Sounds good. I think mercenaries are better for me than mining workers." zero asked calmly, "so boss, you should have a task for me now?"

"Smart guy," old Jack praised. He took out a map and threw it in front of zero.

The map is not large. It simply indicates the location of z7 base. 300 kilometers east of the base, there is a town marked with the word "silver tree city". As for the places near the base, most of them are mountains and wilderness. They all use a red pen to mark the word "danger".

Old Jack ordered the location of silver tree city and said: "We're running out of drugs. If we don't get replenishment, we'll have a hard time this year. Mining is a dangerous job. Although the radiation in underground mining areas is not as severe as that on the ground, there are occasionally infected mutant organisms or minerals with viruses. These days, there are 800 or 1000 deadly viruses. If we don't get timely treatment , the strongest man will die soon. "

"Doesn't your company provide drug assistance?" zero frowned.

Old Jack laughed and said: "Do you think the company is a charity, young man? In the eyes of those aristocrats and old men, we are just living tools. In this age, drugs are as precious as gold. Do you think they will waste drugs on wealth making tools? Of course, it is not impossible to buy drugs from the company, but it is difficult to pay this fee with the profits of our small mining area Yes. "

I am relieved that in this new era world, only those who are like powers or hold great power will be respected. Other ordinary people, including the old people in front of me, are nothing but substitutes.

"There's only one way to buy medicine from the company." old Jack focused on the town on the map: "This is a small town once with thousands of mouths. Of course, it has now become a ruin and a paradise for monsters. But in this small town, there is a hospital with the antibiotics and penicillin we need most. If you are willing to go to the city with the five of them to get enough drugs for the base, I can pay you 100 yuan for this task."

It doesn't sound like much, but it's worth the salary of miners for nearly three years, so it can also be called a small fortune.

Naturally, zero knows that this small amount of money is also not so easy to obtain. Profit is always with risk.

"I took over the task, but I still need a sunglasses, a dagger and some ammunition." zero asked.

Old Jack readily promised, "no problem, you can ask Holt for these things. As for the expenses, I can remember them for you first, and then deduct them from it if you have the life to get the reward."

At zero, old Jack nodded and said, "then get ready and start in the afternoon. As for the details of the action, you can ask Holt. If there are no questions, you can go out."

But when he opened the door, he stopped and asked Old Jack, "what do you think of the miners?"

"You still have a lot of problems, boy." old Jack didn't have a good way. "Workers, whether you or those sons of bitches, are just workers hired by my old Jack!"

Workers? At least, a hundred times happier than being used as a tool. Zero thought so and withdrew from the room silently.

Old Jack sighed when he left at zero one. He added new cut tobacco to his pipe, and he began to smoke again. The fire in the pipe was shining and reflected in a picture frame on the desk.

In the photo frame is an old yellow photo. In the photo, young jack is grinning with a hammer on his shoulder.

Once upon a time, he was also a worker!