"We come from a great organization with lofty ideals, which has traversed countless times to arrive before us, determined to bring us peace and prosperity..."
Yuri stood under the blazing sun, his suit somehow replaced by a wide robe specially made for the desert.
He raised his hands high, his white sleeves fluttering in the wind, his large bald head gleaming in the sun, his face filled with holiness and piety, as if the Father had descended to earth.
Standing a few dozen meters away, President Zhang stared in astonishment at his attire. "Has that Jack from the church possessed him?"
He asked Wang Lei, who was standing next to him.
Or is there some secret connection between these two?
That shouldn't be happening!
That Jack is in the Finch Spacetime.
But why does this tactic seem so familiar?
And why would this person do this?
Wang Lei shook his head. How would he know?
Oh no, I even took a big gulp of ice water to soothe my throat, which felt like it was on fire.
Not far away.
Yuri was still loudly "preaching."
"... Our world is crumbling, but the Mutual Aid Society has decided to save us. We are the ones who followed them, and we too have sworn an oath to rescue you from this desperate situation!"
After Yuri finished his impassioned speech, he was so moved that he almost cried. He raised his head to face the sun and closed his eyes.
After waiting for a while, there was no applause, no cheers, and not even a response.
Yuri quietly opened his eyes and realized that the refugees were staring at him blankly, as if they couldn't understand what he had just said.
That shouldn't be happening!
He just used English on purpose!
Have these people developed their own unique dialect over the past twenty-three years?
They don't even need English anymore?
At this moment, Yuri noticed that the refugees weren't unresponsive; on the contrary, all of them were staring intently at one spot.
Those were the supplies he had his subordinates bring over.
Although they were sealed in individual boxes, the boxes still had tempting pictures of food printed on them. If it weren't for the Mutual Aid Society soldiers who had just arrived, they probably would have been robbed by now.
Yuri then remembered.
How can you talk about lofty ideals with a group of people who can't even get enough to eat?
If you're going to make a promise, at least make one that you can actually see!
Yuri muttered to himself about his dereliction of duty as he instructed his subordinates to distribute the supplies.
At this moment, soldiers from the Mutual Aid Society also came forward to help maintain order.
"Come quickly, here's your food and water!"
This one sentence is more effective than a hundred sentences just spoken.
The refugees surged forward, then formed a long, crooked line under the soldiers' command, all craning their necks and eagerly anticipating the food and bottled water ahead.
After receiving the supplies, the first person stammered his thanks to Yuri.
Bald Yuri quickly pressed him down, smiling slightly, "No need to thank me, we only did what little we could."
At this moment, Smith, who had been standing there dumbfounded, finally realized that it seemed his competitor had actually succeeded!
He rushed forward, shouting to attract the attention of the refugees, "Hey! You're actually thanking him here? Do you know who he is? Do you know where he's from?"
"He came from... umm umm (⊙v⊙)"
Before he could finish speaking, Yuri, the big guy, had already rushed forward with lightning speed, seemingly elegant but actually as fast as lightning.
Smith's big mouth was covered by him, and he couldn't say a word.
Only then did Yuri breathe a sigh of relief and reveal a warm smile once more:
"Our world has already suffered too many tragedies because of conflict. Listen to the cries on this wasteland. Every single person here, man or woman, is our family, and their weeping represents the cries of our loved ones."
"The people here are suffering the worst tragedy in history. We gather around the Mutual Aid Society, hoping that our advanced ideas will bring us greater strength and new vitality to help the people of this continent overcome the suffering that oppresses them."
Let us remember this day, this moment of change, for we, ordinary people, are witnessing an extraordinary future at this ordinary time...
"Today, there are no distinctions of nationality, gender, or age among those present. Whoever you are, we are all members of the Mutual Aid Society."
The refugees looked at Yuri's...
Xing stood there, stunned.
After a few seconds, they glanced at the food and water being distributed in front of them and burst into thunderous applause, so much so that one might wonder if they were going to break their arms.
" Mutual Aid Society!"
" Mutual Aid Society!!"
" Mutual Aid Society!!!"
The emaciated refugees mustered all their strength, shouting and waving their arms.
The wild cries swirled in the desert sands, carried little by little by the wind, until they reached President Zhang's ears.
"This... this guy wasn't a priest before, was he?"
President Zhang was shocked once again.
How come the Mutual Aid Society Divine Church seems to have taken root and flourished here all of a sudden?
Could Jack have infiltrated his ranks?
So, he got in touch with Yuri?
Deep in the desert.
The sandstorm has passed.
Max woke up from a handful of yellow sand.
Previous memories flooded back.
He was first captured by Immortan Joe's hunting party, and then, due to his blood type and physical health, he became a so-called "blood master," which means someone who gives blood transfusions to others.
War Boys often suffer from serious illnesses, most commonly lymphoma, because they frequently inhale a spray containing a chromium-lead compound extracted from Bullet Farm.
These War Boys maintain their fighting ability through blood transfusions, and their method is distinctly wasteland-like: they capture people and connect their blood vessels with tubes...
In other words, they were essentially using people as blood transfusion bags.
Then the War Boys who was used as a blood bag went to war with Immortan Joe, and he got on the vehicle too, and then he survived the sandstorm by the skin of his teeth.
I never imagined I'd have a day like this...
More than twenty years ago, he was probably a member of the Special Patrol MFP Police Force, right?
Max couldn't remember much of what had happened; he gasped for breath and spat out the sand.
Although he and that War Boys crashed their vehicle, neither of them sustained any serious injuries, and neither did the War Boys.
Max picked up a nearby shotgun, intending to unlock the chains binding the two, but it misfired at this crucial moment.
If he stays tied up, he'll definitely be caught again and used as a blood transfusion bag later.
Max had witnessed far too many tragedies in the wasteland; even his wife and children were part of that tragedy...
Having suffered too much heartbreak, he now wanders aimlessly through the wasteland, but he absolutely does not want to become like that tragic figure.
However, there's always a way out.
Just then, Max heard a clanging sound not far away, and turning his head, he could see the shadow of a large chariot in the yellow sand.
It's that betraying woman!
Max didn't care about any of that; all he knew was that he now had a car.
Having lived in the wasteland for so long, he had been robbed of his car more than once, and naturally, he had also robbed other people's cars. He was no stranger to this kind of thing.
Grabbing his misfired double-barreled shotgun and carrying the troublesome but temporarily unavoidable War Boys on his back, Max embarked on his carjacking adventure.
However, the carjacking attempt did not go smoothly.
The betraying woman was unexpectedly tough, and neither were the canaries of Immortan Joe.
The two sides quickly escalated to the point of fighting.
In the end, even the War Boys woke up and helped Max load the magazine before they were able to subdue the unusually tough woman.
By this time, the pursuing convoy was already visible in the distance; they were speeding towards them and would likely arrive in just a few minutes...
After cutting the railroad ties between himself and the War Boys, Max quickly boarded the war machine alone and sped off.
What he didn't expect was that the woman named Furiosa had actually insured her car!
Insurance in the physical sense!
Without disengaging the safety lock, this vehicle will automatically stop and shut off once it has traveled a certain distance!
This is freaking high-tech!
Furiosa caught up at this point and demanded that Max take her and the other women with him.
With the pursuers getting closer and closer, Max finally had no choice but to agree to the request.
A man and a large group of women embarked on their escape.
Unfortunately, this journey was not glamorous at all; on the contrary, it was full of danger and excitement, and a slight misstep could send one plunging into an abyss.
Because shortly after her escape, Furiosa
Max and his team then noticed that the convoy chasing them was growing larger and larger.
Not only Immortan Joe, whose woman was stolen, but even his former henchman and current partner, Brodie the " People Eater " who controls Gas Town, has joined the hunt.
If nothing unexpected happens, Kalashnikov, the manager of the Bullet Farm, is certainly on his way to raid it...
The three teams chased each other within sight, but none of them could gain the upper hand.
Furthermore, Furiosa noticed an unusual situation:
" Immortan Joe's convoy seems to be moving much slower than before. If that's all, we don't need to worry."
Max glanced in the rearview mirror and, sure enough, found that Immortan Joe's convoy was not even as fast as the war machine beneath him.
But he didn't say anything.
Living alone for many years, coupled with the oppression of various tragedies, not only caused his mental state to become abnormal, but also turned him into a withdrawn and taciturn person.
But Furiosa wanted to get closer to Max, as they would soon be comrades-in-arms.
Now that she had found a topic, and seeing that Max seemed increasingly interested, she continued:
"This is very unusual. Immortan Joe's car uses two V8 engines, and he has the best and purest gasoline. It should be the fastest. Something must have distracted him."
"What could be more important Angharad?" a female voice rang out.
Angharad is the woman who got pregnant with Immortan Joe's child.
Furiosa glanced at the rearview mirror and casually said, "I don't know either, maybe something's gone wrong?"
Max remained silent, clearly showing no interest in the topic.
Seeing this, Furiosa stopped trying and focused on driving.
Although the two convoys didn't catch up, they weren't too far behind either.
This situation continued until Furiosa drove into a desolate valley and had the gangs there blow up the narrow entrance.
A loud bang.
The falling rocks rolled down and almost instantly buried the narrow path in front of them, which could only be passed by one vehicle at a time, creating a small hill.
To get there, you first need to climb over this newly appeared hill.
Immortan Joe stopped the car and gestured for the others to go and deal with the fallen rocks in front of them. He seemed neither happy nor sad, giving off a somewhat detached feeling.
Only Immortan Joe himself knew that he was simply reminded of something that happened more than twenty years ago.
Back then, it was still a civilized society...
He was even a war hero during the oil and water unrest.
Too many memories.
Immortan Joe slumped over the steering wheel, panting heavily, looking quite weak.
But he still stared intently at the wreckage of the drone in the co-pilot's seat, which contained not only the drone's wings but also its fuselage, almost a complete set.
He picked them up when he stopped on the road.
This is also why Furiosa felt he was too slow.
Immortan Joe picked up the remains one by one, examined them closely, and confirmed one thing once again.
That means the cracks on it are all new.
This drone was flying in the air not long ago.
Even inside its casing, in some sealed areas, the oil inside hadn't completely dried.
"Hey!"
"Joe, why are you still in the car?"
A large, fat man in a suit, Brodie the People Eater, walked over.
He immediately spotted the wing part in Immortan Joe's hand, paused for a moment, and said, "What's this? It looks familiar."
"Airplane," Immortan Joe replied in a hoarse, somber voice.
"You made this?"
Immortan Joe shifted his gaze to the People Eater's metal nose mask, his voice still somber. "I found this."
"Found it?!"
"Yes, a brand new plane, with Chinese and English writing on it."
The People Eater froze in place, as if his feet were so swollen that he couldn't walk.
Are you kidding me?
"How can there be brand new airplanes now? You found something from over twenty years ago?!"
Immortan Joe shattered his ally's illusions.
"No, it's brand new, the same plane that was flying in the air before!"
"We don't even know where it flew from!"
The People Eater immediately became anxious.
"After all these years, is anyone trying to enter our territory now? And haven't they been affected? Are we the only ones who have become like this...?"
What happened to the nuclear tandem?!
grass!