Liberation...
???
Zhao Ge was stunned when he saw the figure outside the door.
Ding!
A soldier wearing a black exoskeleton walked in, turned on his flashlight, and illuminated the dimly lit room.
Only then did Zhao Ge see these people's faces clearly.
These mysterious figures were dressed in standardized black gear, some even equipped with weapons, indicating a high level of technological sophistication.
Most importantly, these people's faces...
They all have Asian faces!
Not those who enslaved them!
"We... we've been liberated?"
Zhang Tianyuan followed him in, glanced strangely at the man with the same Eastern face, holding a hoe and bloodshot eyes, and nodded, saying, " The Golden Hand Gang has been completely eradicated by us, so you are no longer slaves."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged slaves, who had just been numb and silent, all gathered around Zhang Tianyuan, hunching over and timidly asking:
"Really?"
Where are those people now?
Some people couldn't help but peek out and look around, afraid that they might see members of the Golden Hand Gang appear at any moment.
"Of course it's true." Zhang Tianyuan understood their feelings and patted them on the shoulder to comfort them, "Now their tanks have been destroyed by us, and their men have been captured..."
"From now on, you are truly free!"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Ge's eyes couldn't help but well up with tears, and even the other middle-aged slaves, who had long been numb, felt a renewed sense of hope.
"Then let's get out of here quickly!"
Even now, they remain as easily frightened as birds, fearing that staying here will attract the attention of the Golden Hand Gang's people.
Zhang Tianyuan sighed and shook his head, knowing they were terrified of this place, so he didn't force them. He turned and ordered the other soldiers to help the slaves evacuate the Golden Hand Gang camp and then give them a physical examination.
"Are you from China?" A slightly broken Chinese voice suddenly came from behind.
Zhang Tianyuan turned his head and, sure enough, found it was the person holding the hoe.
"You could say that."
Are you Chinese?
"I'm an overseas Chinese; I used to work in San Francisco."
Zhang Tianyuan nodded. "Then we can send you back to China. There are quite a few people from China in our team."
Yes, they're Tan Mingda's people.
Zhao Ge suddenly felt very tired. He slowly slumped down and smiled.
He asked, "How is the situation in China right now?"
"Compared to this place, it's like paradise. At least no one has ever starved to death here," Zhang Tianyuan said, squatting down to speak to Zhao Ge.
"That's good, that's good..." Zhao Ge murmured, his voice gradually fading as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
Zhang Tianyuan gestured to the others to put him on a stretcher and carry him away.
Then, as they left the camp with the others, they saw Jack, who had come with them, standing in front of the freed slaves, "preaching" to them.
"Your savior is the embodiment of God, the most loving and just person in the world. He has just freed the suffering sheep of San Francisco, and now he is showering his love upon you once more..."
Upon seeing this, Zhang Tianyuan immediately felt a headache coming on.
He summoned Robert and told him to stop Jack immediately and forbid the guy from continuing this charade.
Without some strong intervention, this person can't be stopped.
As for why Robert should be the one to talk to him...
That's entirely because Jack refused to listen to him; he believed that "gods" could not be looked at directly, and their will could not be heard personally...
However, Zhang Tianyuan felt that all of this was complete nonsense.
This guy is clearly afraid of getting too close and getting beaten up.
Robert quickly took the eccentric Jack away, Zhang Tianyuan called the others to explain, lest these newly freed slaves be poisoned by Jack.
St. Louis.
Finch emerged from a store, dressed as usual in his modified suit.
Mark the gate with red paint to indicate that the search is complete.
He set his sights on another store.
However, he walked into the next store and came out again in less than two minutes.
Meanwhile, the intelligent robot car Dewey, which went in with him, still had an empty basket on its back.
Finch glanced at the time.
He's been out for several hours and still hasn't found any supplies.
"It's time to go back." Finch touched his shrunken stomach through his protective suit and accepted reality.
He muttered words of comfort to himself as he got into the car:
"Wow, Finch, you've been here for over a decade, you've plundered everything."
Since the apocalypse, he has been living in St. Louis, a city that originally had only 600,000 inhabitants. Everything he eats, wears, and uses is either homemade or scavenged from the city.
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And most importantly, he wasn't alone in the city.
This was true, at least in the early stages of the apocalypse.
Those people would loot supplies at night and kill each other. Under such circumstances, St. Louis's already limited supplies quickly ran out.
Those who survived were left with very little to plunder, so in recent years Finch has never had a full meal and has only managed to stay alive through sheer willpower.
Back at their base.
Finch got out of the car and started feeding the dogs.
He opened the dog food container and scooped out all the food with a spoon. To avoid wasting any, he even habitually licked the spoon clean of the leftover food.
"Eat up," Finch said gently, rubbing Goodyear's skin.
With the dog's food problem solved, it's time to feed the humans.
Finch opened the refrigerator; it was almost empty.
On the top shelf were several boxes of medicine, and below them were four cans of dog food and three cans of yellow peaches.
This is all the food he has now.
Goodyear, who was happily eating on the ground, suddenly stopped eating and stared at his master with a spiritual gaze.
Finch smiled, indicating that everything was alright.
Bang--
The refrigerator door was closed again.
Finch didn't take anything out; he just poured himself a glass of water and dragged his ailing body back to the workbench to assemble the robot that was almost finished.
The machine on the other side automatically scans the books he selected into electronic documents, making it easy to input them directly into the robot's database later.
Life remained as monotonous as ever.
The next day, after eating a can of canned yellow peaches, Finch resumed his search for supplies.
It was a fruitful day; he found another can of dog food and some useful tools.
But before he could even feel happy, just as he got back into his car and was about to head to his next destination, an abnormal air pressure alarm went off.
A massive, visible sandstorm, like crashing waves, surged through the city's narrow streets, greedily occupying every inch of space!
In the aftermath of the apocalypse, unusual weather phenomena frequently occur, with sandstorms being one of them, Typhoon and tornadoes being commonplace.
In the face of such a storm, everything would be covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.
Finch's expression was stern.
He knew it was time to turn around and go home.