It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

"We'll talk about Sean later."

Knight carried his wife out of the medical cabin and took her to the examination room next door. Ise, who was half asleep, was also called up. After learning that the patient had woken up, he immediately washed his face with cold water and ran to check the body of the awakened woman.

After confirming that the woman was fine, Ise asked her, "Now tell me, what is your name?"

"My name is Nora."

"Very good, Nora. Do you remember anything else?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

"Just say whatever comes to mind. I need to determine if your brain is affected by lack of oxygen."

Then, Nora kept talking for a long time as Ise asked. Knight, who was with his wife, said that Nora's memory had no mistakes.

"Then I can only congratulate you, Mr. Knight. Your wife has recovered very well." After saying that, Ise smiled and said, "I think you two must have a lot to talk about. It's not even 4 o'clock yet. I have to go back and catch up on some sleep."

Indeed, the couple had a lot to say. Although in their consciousness, it was just a few moments of being frozen-thawed-frozen again-thawed again. But in fact, their "few moments" spanned a full 200 years of post-nuclear wasteland history.

Knight also recounted to his wife Nora what he saw and heard after waking up, as well as what Xiao Hei told him. In the process, Knight no longer used the word "Chink" when he just woke up, but "Chinese", which has the most correct etymology.

The boss who knocked him out with a slap also changed from "Fxxking Guy" at the beginning to "Sir" in his mouth now. Even though Knight still couldn't accept the fact that his family was saved by a group of putty removers who came out of nowhere, it didn't stop Knight from thanking his savior.

After all, Knight had fought for several years in Alaska and the red country across the Pacific Ocean. It was difficult for him to unconditionally accept the "takeover of Boston by puttingty".

If you don't want to accept it, then don't accept it. The UNSC is here to search for valuable technology, and they never thought of occupying this place. Besides, directly occupying it is not as easy and labor-saving as building up a force.

When Boss Cheng's restaurant opened, Knight and Nora went to thank him in a hurry. But the boss waved his hand and joked that Knight would be satisfied as long as he didn't hate the slap he gave him yesterday.

After all, there was not much work in the restaurant early in the morning, and the vegetable, meat, seasoning, and soda sellers always provided door-to-door service to big customers like Boss Cheng. So Boss Cheng also took advantage of his free time to chat with the couple for a while.

From the mouths of those who experienced the war, Boss Cheng finally knew what happened before the nuclear war broke out. Although Knight was a hero in Anchorage, he was very dissatisfied with the various actions of the American government before the war. In particular, Knight complained for a long time about sending soldiers to die in the Yangtze River.

But when Boss Cheng asked Knight why a nuclear war broke out without any warning, Knight and Nora were both at a loss. They emphasized that it was impossible for a nuclear war to break out again according to common sense. But a nuclear war broke out without any warning.

It was as if someone had accidentally pressed the button to launch a nuclear weapon and activated Pandora's box.

In addition, Knight thought that the destruction caused by the nuclear war was achieved overnight. However, Boss Cheng told them that if the corpse ghosts in the wasteland did not have memory disorder, then the nuclear war had at least two rounds. Some key areas were even hit by three rounds of nuclear strikes.

A nuclear war would not be over in one day.

"No wonder...Boston was bombed like hell," Knight said.

But Boss Cheng laughed and said, "You said this place is like hell, but that's because you haven't seen the wasteland of Manhattan. The living environment there is much worse than Boston. But then I thought, if Manhattan is like that, then guess what Washington will look like after being bombed?"

Then, the discussion about the wasteland could not go on. Nora immediately changed the subject and started discussing their child Sean who was kidnapped. Boss Cheng heard the couple's tone, as if their child was kidnapped not long ago.

Boss Cheng pointed out mercilessly: "Have you ever thought that what you thought was a short period of time being frozen actually lasted for 200 years, and this also applies to your children?"

How could the couple not have thought about it, it was just that they did not dare to think deeply. They always held unrealistic fantasies and just thought that their child was snatched away not long ago.

But Boss Cheng told them that judging from the cut of the lifting platform controller, the things there had been cut off for at least thirty or forty years. So have you ever thought that when you find the child, he may be older than you?

"hiss!"

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm not trying to persuade you to give up on finding your child." Boss Cheng patted Knight on the shoulder. "I just don't want you to hold on to unrealistic fantasies while looking for your child. After all, according to Xiao Hei, he has never heard of anyone opening Shelter 111. Of course, you can also go and find the truth yourself. But I still advise you to have a few more children while we are here, relying on the abundant supplies. It can also be regarded as contributing to the reconstruction of the wasteland world."

The couple didn't want to believe it, but they had to. Especially Knight, he noticed the thick layer of dust on the control panel of his and his wife's freezer yesterday. If the person who took their child away came not long ago, there would at least be traces of their touch on the panel.

Unfortunately……

As a result, the couple's plan to have a new baby was naturally put on the agenda.

In the afternoon, Boss Cheng and others had just finished cleaning up the mess left behind at noon and had just sat down to rest.

suddenly!

"Buzz..."

"The spring rain cannot wet the soulmate, but the autumn chill can penetrate the infatuated lover. Thinking of the heavens, the earth, and the sky..."

"Hey! Zhou'er, the money has been deducted, so let's do it. Anyway, I don't need that 10 billion or 20 billion. Oh, the goods have arrived. Okay, I'll prepare to receive the goods!"

The person who called was none other than Zhou Zhezhi himself. The so-called "things" on the phone were actually some relatively "tattered" good things - "tattered" was based on Boss Cheng's perspective, and "good" was based on the perspective of the volunteers.

To put it more bluntly, the things that are about to arrive are just some individual weapons and ammunition that have been eliminated by the UNSC for decades but are very new.

Just like...

3000 56 punches;

500 56 and a half;

1000 81 bars;

100 80 general purpose;

Some ammunition, some wooden-handled grenades, and some rocket launchers.

As well as 1000 sets of blue-grey winter uniforms and winter combat uniforms specially customized for the volunteers; 1000 sets of summer uniforms and summer combat uniforms; and several thousand pairs of winter boots, spring and autumn boots, and summer canvas shoes of various sizes.

The weapons and ammunition were all given to the Volunteers for free by the UNSC, but the clothes, shoes, bulletproof vests, helmets, etc. were all bought by Boss Cheng at his own expense in the civilian market!

That's right! The domestic market has always been a magical place. Although the gun ban is so strong that it is overkill, bulletproof vests, bulletproof helmets, and even bulletproof plates with level 5 bulletproof performance can be legally circulated as long as they are not or do not look like active military or police equipment.

Besides, the clothes, shoes and hats that Boss Cheng ordered were all blue-gray. No matter the color or style, they didn't look like the current equipment. Only the Kevlar helmets were more difficult to get, but Boss Cheng had strong connections. Zhou Zhezhi made a phone call and let the Lolita Group take over this small business.

Although Xiao Hei looked a bit like an air conditioner repairman after he changed into a brand new volunteer uniform, his spirit and energy were still very good, especially when Xiao Hei put down the "shake" that had accompanied him for three years and changed into the 81-bar that was not even blued, the aura of "guardian of the wasteland order" burst out all at once.

At this moment, an iron army of wastelands that roamed the Boston wasteland, all using weapons of unknown origin, was reborn from the ashes!

But Xiao Hei asked the boss: "Why do you use the word 'bathed in fire' to describe us? None of us volunteers have set ourselves on fire."

"Oh my!" Boss Cheng slapped his forehead, "What a literary attainment you illiterate people have!"

0191 You in the toilet that night

Boss Cheng knew very well that although the weapons in the wasteland world were not very powerful, they were not weak at all. Boss Cheng had given the laser Gatling gun to the UNSC for a year, but they still hadn't figured it out.

According to Zhou Zhezhi, the ultra-high energy laser emitter is easy to make. The ultra-high density energy capacitor is also easy to make. But the fusion core is difficult. It is impossible to combine the ultra-high energy laser emitter, ultra-high density energy capacitor and fusion core together.

What's more, the wasteland world has more than just laser Gatling guns. There are also plasma rifles, electromagnetic pulse weapons, and electromagnetic coil acceleration weapons. It's hard to imagine that in a world where technology is seriously off track, there are so many monsters and demons. It can only be said that every scientist in the wasteland world is a god.

However, the various advanced weapons mentioned above have basically nothing to do with the Boston Volunteers.

These people are so poor, and that guy has nothing!

It is hard to imagine a group of volunteers holding homemade "shake" rifles and shooting while shaking them in fierce street fighting. If you shake them too much, the century-old capacitor on the gun will explode in your face immediately.

But now, to hell with the bullshit shakers and water pipe guns!

All veterans of the Volunteer Army were issued 81-bar rifles, and even machine gun and demolition squads were formed. In just a few days, the Volunteer Army changed from a tactical interspersed combat mode to a heavy firepower dependence of "bomb me".

There is no way, because the instructor who teaches the Boston Volunteers is the same one who taught the Independent Regiment!

In fact, Boss Cheng himself wanted to join in the fun and supervise the physical and endurance training of the volunteers. However, when the instructor saw Boss Cheng's training plan, he only asked Boss Cheng "Who among them has offended you?" and then there was no further response.

As I said before, I will follow Boss Cheng’s training plan...

Within three days, all the soldiers of the Volunteer Army would either die or flee. Apart from other things, according to the training volume and intensity of Boss Cheng, even if the most elite troops of the UNSC were brought in, they would die of exhaustion on the training ground.

"But that's how we practiced when we were 12!"

"So you are Sparta, and they are not!" Zhou Zhezhi said.

Fortunately, the volunteers did not train according to the intensity of the Spartan-III training, otherwise the newly recruited recruits would not have the opportunity to return home wearing the blue-gray neat uniforms, carrying the newly issued Type 56 submachine guns, and holding the compressed biscuits and instant noodles as enlistment rewards.

When the Boston Volunteers, with a new look, appeared in front of the villagers again, and the new recruits who had just joined the army a few days ago sent all kinds of food back home, the scene around the recruitment point...

That guy, gongs and drums are beating, firecrackers are blasting, red flags are waving, and it’s a sea of ​​silver!

Almost all the young and middle-aged people who had no source of income or way to make a living signed up enthusiastically, hoping to join the revolutionary ranks of the Volunteer Army to solve their food and clothing problems.

In less than a week, Hollis's volunteer army grew rapidly from less than 50 people to more than 140 people, nearly 150 people.

Even so, it was still because of the limited population size within Hollis' jurisdiction. If the scope of conscription was expanded to all of Boston, Hollis was confident that he could recruit 500 or even 600 people to join the volunteer army.

At the same time, Hollis also asked the caravan to bring news to Diamond City. Hollis hoped that Diamond City would use the radio to help the Volunteers recruit old members because the Volunteers had helped them resist foreign enemies many times.

Since General Baker was killed, only three colonels have explicitly withdrawn from the Volunteer Army. But the original Volunteer Army was not only composed of Hollis and these three colonels, but also a total of six colonels in charge of daily management and operations.

Even if three of them quit the Volunteers, there were still two people who were out of contact. The Boston Wasteland was very large, so it was easy to hide dozens of people at once. If they were hiding on purpose, it would be difficult for them to be discovered in a short period of time given the size of the two teams.

"Especially that guy James Whale!" Hollis told Boss Cheng, "He has at least 60 good guys under his command! If we can't find them as soon as possible, I'm afraid they will degenerate into a criminal gang that is more terrible than looters and gangs before their supplies are exhausted. If they join the Gunners, I'm afraid..."

"Then have you ever thought about conducting an aerial search for them? Bring a few more loudspeakers and shout in the sky for a while longer. It's definitely faster than asking a caravan to go to some Diamond City and ask them to broadcast something!"

"But..." Hollis asked Boss Cheng again, "How do we search in the air? We can't fly."

"No, don't you know there are helicopters in the base?"

Hollis looked at Boss Cheng in confusion and asked, "What is a helicopter?"

Boss Cheng turned his head and stared at Xiao Hei, who defended himself by saying, "I thought he knew you had it!"

Well, it seems that this is another joke caused by information asymmetry. After Boss Cheng explained to Hollis what a helicopter is, the UNSC helicopter pilot took Hollis and several other veterans who were friends with Colonel James Whale out to search for him.

Then, it took them less than two hours to find James Wyle, who was preparing to take over the mountain!

When they found Wyle and his men in a shipwreck area northeast of Boston, they were running low on food. If Hollis hadn't found them in time, Wyle would have even prepared a plan to implement food rationing starting next week.

"Thank God you're still here. I thought you were all wiped out by the academy." Wyle gave Hollis a big hug.

But Hollis asked in surprise: "Were you attacked by the academy?"

"Don't you have any?"

Wyle shook his head violently and told Hollis: "About a month ago, our base was suddenly attacked by a large number of synths. We almost used up all our ammunition before we fought off those metal skeletons. But we also paid the price of more than 10 brothers' lives for this.

Our radio was broken, and the people we sent out to contact other teams never returned. We were worried about being attacked by synths again, so we brought the residents who were willing to follow us to this shipwreck. After all, there is only one way in and out. Although it is a Jedi with no way out, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Then..."

"And here we are, aren't we?" Hollis patted Wyle's shoulder encouragingly.

At this time, Wyle finally noticed the new outfits of Hollis and several acquaintances. Wyle even stretched out his fist and knocked on Hollis's bulletproof vest. After hearing the "Duang~ Duang" sound, he joked, "What? Did you hook up with a rich man?"

"He's not just a sponsor, he's a big sponsor!" Hollis handed the Type 81 rifle on his back to Wyle. "It's a new weapon, and its accuracy is impeccable. How many shots do you want to try?"

Wyle opened the gun safety and adjusted the firing mode to single-shot semi-automatic. Then he pointed the gun at a floating wooden board on the sea surface about a hundred meters away.

Then, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the broken wooden boards on the sea surface shattered.

"What a gun!"

Not only did Wyle cheer, but even the volunteers around him followed suit.

Then, Hollis told Wyle about the current situation of the Volunteer Army and the upcoming great changes. After he finished speaking, Wyle also asked Hollis: "Are they reliable?"

"But I think you should ask 'what other options do we have', right?"

"Haha, yes! Do we volunteers have any other choice?" Wyle laughed self-deprecatingly, "But, they came to our crappy place, are they really just for those things we never cared about...science and technology?"

"At least for now, it seems that they are only interested in those technologies. And I feel that there seems to be nothing else here that is worth their covetousness. They can't be coming here just for us wasteland bastards, right?"

"Sorry, Hollis, I care about my ass and I don't want to sell it yet."

"Nonsense, I am also a virgin!"

Then, the 40 people on Wyle's side were pulled back to Concord by two Mi2s. They had never expected that a large helicopter that could fly freely in the sky could actually fit nearly 171 people in its belly. After the 30 people on his side were stuffed into the cabins of the two helicopters, there was still a lot of room left.

This was the first time for these people to ride in an aircraft. In order to squeeze to the window to see the scenery outside, they even caused the helicopter to lose balance. The co-pilot cursed in English at the rear cabin, which made these people realize how dangerous their behavior was.

However, when Wyle returned to the base and followed Hollis alone to meet the person in charge of the base, Wyle suddenly asked Hollis out of the blue: "Do you remember the year we first joined the Volunteer Army, you secretly ran to the toilet in the middle of the night..."

"Fuck you, Wyle!" Hollis suddenly turned around and pushed Wyle. "It happened so many years ago. Why are you suddenly thinking about it again?"

"Because I have to confirm whether you are a synthetic human."

"Synthetic?" Hollis suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Wyle. "What do you mean?"

Wyle shrugged and replied with a smile: "At least you haven't been replaced yet."

“Replacement?” Hollis asked.

"Yes, replacement." Wyle whispered in Hollis's ear, "I suspect someone in my team has been replaced by a synth."

"Do you have evidence?"

"Please! How can there be evidence for such a thing? But I know that on the night when the synths attacked us, someone must have sacrificed himself and was secretly replaced by the synths!"

……

0192 Yes, Father

"Eh? Synthetics?" Boss Cheng, who knew nothing, asked Hollis, "What are synths? Artificial humans or androids?"