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

Indeed, we completed the mission entrusted to us by our motherland. But when everyone saw the mushroom cloud rising from the land of Boston through the monitor, the conscience of all of us was constantly being tortured by something more painful than nuclear radiation.

We all know that this is a war, we are following orders, and our motherland is also being destroyed by nuclear bombs. For two hundred years, we have been using the same excuse to escape the condemnation from our own conscience. But no matter what the order, no matter what the excuse. The nuclear bomb that killed tens of millions of civilians was launched from my Changjiang 031. "

Boss Cheng advised Captain Zhao not to blame himself, after all, it was not humans but aliens who provoked the nuclear war.

"Yes, it's all the aliens' fault. But can we really only blame the aliens?" Captain Zhao sighed, "After all, it is we humans who continue to press the destruction button. And I have also pressed the red button that brings destruction..."

After the captain blamed himself, the first mate asked the most concerned question for everyone on the ship, a question that has been of concern to everyone for more than 200 years: "Our motherland...how is she?"

"This one……"

Boss Cheng patted Zhou on the shoulder, pointed to the submarine's entrance and said, "I'll go up and prepare the helicopter first. You figure out a way to explain it to them. I'm keeping an eye on you!"

After saying that, Boss Cheng hunched over and barely squeezed out of the "small round hole" of the submarine.

But just as Boss Cheng left, everyone in the boat heard Boss Cheng yelling from outside, "Fuck you, you dare to touch my helicopter!"

Then everyone felt the submarine suddenly sinking, but only Zhou Zhezhi knew that the boss had removed the limitations on his abilities and used the submarine as a springboard to jump to the coastline 1 kilometer away.

The volunteers on the shore, who were relying on bunkers and excellent protective equipment to resist the incoming predators and protect the helicopter, suddenly saw a "gorilla" with a burning head and a red body leaping from the sea to the land. In just a blink of an eye, more than 10 predators who tried to rob the helicopter were torn to pieces by the "gorilla".

After killing the predator who suddenly appeared, Boss Cheng retracted the Berserker Armor into a chainmail vest with a row of chest. He walked over to the Volunteers and asked if they were okay.

One of the volunteers pointed to the scratch on his head from his helmet and said, "Look, I was just hit by the looters' homemade rifle, but I was blocked by this!"

The other three volunteers echoed this, marveling at how light and useful their bulletproof vests and helmets were, much better than their pre-war bulletproof armor.

Boss Cheng smiled and nodded. But he was thinking, "When you see the bomb disposal suits that will arrive soon, you will understand what a truly invulnerable rogue soldier is."

Domestic bomb disposal suit, 9 yuan a piece! Available at 6, buy ten and get one free, quality guaranteed.

Of course, if you don’t want the “get one free” deal, you can get an 92% discount.

You ask your boss why he knows it so clearly?

Because he bought it, he didn't choose the discount, but chose "buy ten get one free". This is his personal gift to the volunteers. After all, Boss Cheng's Pt is limited, but money is almost equal to "infinite".

Anyway, how much money you make depends on Boss Cheng's luck.

Soon after, Zhou Zhezhi used the intercom to inform Boss Cheng that he could use the helicopter to pick them up. In fact, Captain Zhao and other crew members in the submarine did not dare to leave the submarine, after all, they owed Boston too much blood debt.

But Zhou Zhezhi told Captain Zhao and the others that in fact, the residents of the wasteland no longer cared about enemies, red threats, etc. Their lives were already difficult, and it was already difficult to live in peace and stability. Who would care about the hatred from more than 200 years ago?

Besides, because UNSC had been spreading instant noodles all over Boston Wasteland some time ago, and the Volunteers cooperated in propaganda, it cannot be said that the entire Boston Wasteland has accepted the yellow-skinned UNSC, but at least in the areas where Hollis and Wyle are responsible for law and order, the public's acceptance of UNSC is still very high.

As for Captain Zhao's concern about the submarine being stolen by predators, Boss Cheng asked a direct and profound question: "Do you think those illiterate and stupid people can drive a submarine?"

Zhou Zhezhi also promised that if the Changjiang 031 was stolen, he would make Boss Cheng take it back in the same way the plunderers had taken the submarine.

So, more than 200 years after the outbreak of the nuclear war, the only seven remaining (rational) crew members on the Yangtze River 031 strategic nuclear submarine once again set foot on the solid and heavy ground.

Although the seven of them did not know why they fell to their knees the moment their feet touched the ground, the feeling of touching the ground with their hands and feet made them feel at ease.

“Is this what it feels like to be down to earth?”

“I almost forgot this sense of solidity!”

"Me too!"

“Although desolate, it is full of vitality!”

"Look! It's mud. I grabbed the mud!"

"Yes, there is not only mud here, but also a large pool of water."

"That's not a puddle! Nor is it a bubble!" Boss Cheng corrected loudly.

However, just as the other six people were sighing about getting down to earth again, Boss Cheng’s colleague Feng Baolai noticed Boss Cheng’s restaurant and the semi-open kitchen in it!

"Are you itching to do it?" Boss Cheng asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" Feng Baolai rubbed his hands and admitted it with a big smile.

Boss Cheng pointed to the kitchen and asked, "Want to go in and try?"

"OK?"

"Why not!" Boss Cheng looked at the clock again, "But you have to hurry, because the kitchen will be busy soon."

Feng Baolai walked into the kitchen and washed his hands with soap carefully and solemnly. After that, he dried his hands and took the chef's hat and a white chef's uniform handed to him by his cousin. Although Brother Biao's chef's uniform was a little too big for Feng Baolai, Feng Baolai still enjoyed the pleasure of returning to his job.

Soon after, a kitchen knife was seen flying up and down in Feng Baolai's hand, and flames exploded above the wok. Just a few minutes later, a fragrant and bright red stir-fried pork with chili peppers was served to everyone by Feng Baolai.

"I haven't touched a kitchen knife or a frying pan for a long time, so my hands might be a little unfamiliar, so I cooked a dish of stir-fried pork with chili from my hometown. Sorry for the poor presentation."

But when faced with Chef Feng Baolai's stir-fried pork with chili, everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to pick up their chopsticks. This doesn't mean that everyone dislikes Chef Feng Baolai, nor does it mean that everyone doesn't believe in Chef Feng's cooking skills.

But Boss Cheng and the others don’t dare to eat it!

I really don’t dare to eat it!

I didn’t even dare to pick up my chopsticks!

After all, previous stir-fried pork with peppers basically highlighted the three words "stir-fried pork" or the cooking method of "stir-frying".

But the dish of stir-fried pork with chili pepper made by chef Feng Baolai is characterized by the three words "small chili pepper"...

What? You still don't understand?

Then we might as well give this dish a more appropriate name - stir-fried pork with millet peppers!

Now, you finally understand why a dish of stir-fried pork with chili pepper can be described as “bright red”!

Because this dish is made with bright red chili peppers!

Brother Biao didn't dare to move, but he dared to instigate Boss Cheng to move. He poked Boss Cheng with a finger, then used his mouth to push at the stir-fried pork with chili.

"Boss, you are... a professional, can you give us a sample?"

"Me?" Boss Cheng stretched out his chopsticks, but stopped halfway.

then……

"That Zhou Er!" Boss Cheng shouted towards the restaurant door, "Chef Feng just cooked a dish and wanted you to try the taste!"

0207 Wasteland Hard Currency

In the eyes of Boss Cheng, ghouls have always been magical. He always thought that ghouls belonged to the magical plane, that is, magical creatures between elves and undead. But Boss Cheng assured that this kind of magic has absolutely nothing to do with Nurgle and those disgusting things under its command!

Because nuclear radiation caused the ghouls' genes to mutate, they have a much longer lifespan than normal humans. But a long lifespan does not mean that their metabolism is slow, so they also need to eat, drink water, and rest like normal humans.

It’s just that due to genetic mutation, their sense of taste is not as sensitive as that of normal people.

However, the people on Changjiang 037 seemed to have not eaten normal food for too long, so they forgot the taste and feeling of spicy food.

Well, strictly speaking, spiciness is not a taste, but a pain signal. So when the other six people on the Yangtze River 031 and Zhou Zhezhi put the spicy pork into their mouths...

You ask why their eyes are filled with tears?

It’s not because of their deep love for the land beneath their feet, but because of the big mouthful of stir-fried pork with chili just now.

They only felt that their long-cold hearts suddenly beat violently, and their mouths seemed to be burned by fire.

They felt a stinging pain called "life" in their mouths. It was the chili pepper with a spiciness of over 30000, which brought them the most real sense of existence.

Then, these gentlemen who hadn't tasted spicy food for a long time began to laugh with tears and snot. They laughed wildly, laughed wantonly, and laughed to regain hope.

As for Zhou Zhezhi, who almost got injured from eating too much, he squatted aside with great experience, quietly drinking peanut juice that was not included in the free drink, bottle after bottle. If he could recognize earlier that the red pepper on the plate was not Erjingtiao, but Xiao Mi La, he would swear that he would never randomly pick up a chopstick and put it in his mouth like he did just now.

The culprit who cooked this spicy pork dish, Feng Baolai, was confused. It was not until he took a piece of the dish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth that he cried because of the spiciness of his dish.

But his tears did not contain any emotion of "thinking about the past and looking at the present", nor did they contain any homesickness. It was not that Feng Baolai did not want to miss his hometown, but that he was too spicy to care about it.

"Wow, what kind of pepper is this? Why is it so spicy?"

"Chili peppers! They cost several yuan per pound. I usually use them to make sauces. Who would have thought that you would use up more than half a pound of chili peppers in one go. Also, quickly take your hands away from your face, or I'm afraid you'll go blind!"

After being reminded by Boss Cheng, Feng Baolai remembered that he had not washed his hands after frying the peppers. No wonder he felt that the fingertips of both hands were burning.

"By the way, didn't you have chili peppers before?"

Feng Baolai pulled out some tissues and wiped the tears from his face before answering Boss Cheng's question: "Yes, it's about the same size as this one, but not as spicy or red as this one."

"Green chili peppers?" asked Boss Cheng.

Feng Baolai nodded.

But Boss Cheng shuddered suddenly, because it reminded him of Fran's pickled peppers.

That thing...

Not only spicy at both ends, but also spicy along the line!

As for those who dare to drink pickled pepper soup, they are all fucking gods.

However, spicy taste does have an appetizing effect. The seven of us had a good meal at noon, stimulated by the stir-fried pork with chili peppers.

When it was afternoon, the senior staff of the UNSC Supreme Staff arrived in Birch Forest City by Quinjet. After all, they were in the capital, and it would take less than an hour and a half to reach Birch Forest by Quinjet.

It was during this meeting that Captain Zhao and the other six people realized that the comrades before them did not belong to this wasteland world, but came from another world that might be even worse in the future.

However, Captain Zhao and the other six people behaved calmly. After all, although they came from different worlds, they were of the same origin and had the same beliefs. The UNSC needed to do everything it could to save the future, while Captain Zhao hoped to return to his homeland and lead his crew to rebuild their homeland brick by brick.

To this end, Captain Zhao begged the UNSC to help him repair the Yangtze River 031 submarine so that they could return to their homeland as soon as possible after being away for more than 200 years.

But a senior naval staff officer affiliated with the Supreme General Staff asked Captain Zhao with a smile: "Can't you go back without a submarine? If you sail back from Boston in a submarine, you have to go around the Cape of Good Hope if you don't go around the Drake Passage. How much effort will it take you to go around this big circle?"

Captain Zhao asked the old naval staff officer named Zhang: "If we don't operate the submarine, how can we return home?"

"The boss here has a warship. We can get on board and fly over together."

"fly?"

The old naval staff officer named Zhang laughed and asked, "You are curious too, right? Do you also want to ride on a space battleship that can fly into space? We have only been on the boss's small battleship, and that battleship didn't take off. Wait for his big battleship to come back, and then we can go to the other side of the Pacific together. We are also very curious and anxious, and we all want to know what the situation is like over there."

Coincidentally, as soon as Staff Officer Zhang and Captain Zhao mentioned Boss Cheng, everyone in the conference room saw Boss Cheng running into the underground foundation in a hurry.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait for me to clean up the area around the slipway. There's even an MRI truck under the slipway!"

They also saw Boss Cheng jump into the cab of the MRI truck worth tens of millions and drive it away from the super-large slipway.

"Alright, teleport!"

The next moment, a dazzling white light appeared above the slipway. Then there was a loud bang, and the magnetic levitation slipway supporting the giant ship suddenly sank. And when the white light disappeared, a dark red, 500-meter-long giant space battleship appeared above the magnetic levitation slipway.

"This……"

"This is too big!"

"I thought it was about the same size as the Ford class at most."

"She must be nearly 200 meters longer than the Ford class!"

The only feeling that everyone present had about Boss Cheng's Chunlan-class "Fxxk Kill 40000" space battleship was that it was huge! Too huge!

Staff Officer Zhang noticed the two dreadnought-class space battleships that were "tied" to the side of the Chunlan-class ship. Although they looked very small because they were "tied" to the Chunlan-class ship, according to Staff Officer Zhang's visual observation, these battleships used as thrusters were at least 240 meters long.

"A 240-meter-long space battleship is used as a propeller for a large ship?"

"No, they are not just thrusters," Boss Cheng told Staff Officer Zhang, who used to appear on TV frequently. "The six of them are also mobile turrets and can serve as lifeboats at critical moments."

"A ship over 200 meters long, used as a lifeboat?"

Boss Cheng just shrugged and didn't explain anything. After all, even if he wanted to explain, he didn't know how to explain it. Who asked the technical department of the main control to let Boss Cheng use the dreadnought-class battleship as a lifeboat?

"Would you like to go up and take a look?" Boss Cheng pointed to the newly returned battleship and told the staff, "They finally equipped me with all the carrier-based aircraft. They told me that although the new aircraft can be turned on as a drone, the AI ​​that controls the aircraft logic is like a retard. So they suggested that I hire a pilot to fly the plane myself."

But then again, even if everyone wants to go aboard to take a look, they can't just go up whenever they want. The crew boarding port is located near the main gun deck, 85 meters above the bottom of the warship. In addition, there is a magnetic levitation platform about 13 meters above the ground, so if you want to go aboard, you have to find a way to climb up to the nearly -meter-high main gun deck.

Fortunately, Staff Officer Zhang was knowledgeable. He reminded Boss Cheng: "Such a large ship should have a supply hatch at the bottom. Even if it is not at the bottom, it should be at the bottom of the side."

Don't blame Boss Cheng for being an idiot. After all, he had only driven this battleship once since he got it. And he drove it out to fight the aliens desperately, so he had no time to study the structure of this battleship.

Fortunately, the battleship's structure was recorded in the database by Sweet Cheese. When Boss Cheng asked him if there was a convenient place to board the ship, Sweet Cheese actually opened a hatch in the middle front part of the battleship and in the rear part near the stern.

The hatch in the middle front of the ship is used to supply the warship with various materials, but at this time the cargo hold is empty. However, the "double-door" supply hatch is equipped with a lift that can carry about 50 tons. Boss Cheng and Sweet Cheese can enter the interior of the warship through this supply hatch.

The hatch at the rear of the ship is used for the take-off and landing of transport aircraft. However, because the technical department still has not provided Boss Cheng with a transport aircraft, it is also empty inside.

It doesn't matter if there is no transport plane. Once the Pelican is developed, we can just stuff it into the battleship. Before it is developed, we can only use the Quinjet to deal with the emergency.

As for the process of everyone visiting the interior of the battleship, let's skip it for now and jump directly to the first Saturday after the "National Day" Golden Week.