833 Wheels
A wisp of smoke slowly floated back and forth in the air. At the end of it, a little fire seemed to breathe, light and dark.
“Well…”
Accompanied by a long exhalation, a relatively dense smoke suddenly rose into the air, hovering in the air, entangled with the wisp of light smoke before.
A flash of light, the fire was thrown to the ground by a force, and then it was wiped out by a very worn-out leather shoe.
"Oh, Old John, do you want another one?" After stepping on the cigarette butt, the owner of the leather shoe wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Hmm? Pete? Why are you so free today? According to the work schedule, you are on duty now." Old John turned around and found that his colleague who was supposed to be at work was standing in front of him and reached out to hand over a cigarette. When he saw this cigarette, his cigarette addiction that had just calmed down began to cause trouble again.
Due to the natural disaster a year ago, the Federation later claimed that due to the vast area of the disaster area and the huge number of victims, it had to implement material control. At the beginning, each victim received enough materials to use, but as time went by, the share of materials was quietly reduced. By the time everyone discovered it, the entire material distribution center was guarded by a group of soldiers with live ammunition.
Whether it is selecting representatives to negotiate, marching and demonstrating, or even causing riots, it cannot shake the power controlled by the material distribution center. Therefore, the cigarettes he smoked just now were the last cigarettes he had obtained from the rations he had accumulated over several months.
"Old John, let's keep going." Pete seemed to know the background of Old John, and handed over the cigarette while smiling.
It seemed that Old John was not polite to take Pitt's plea for him, so he reached out and took it over. Even when he was trying to light a cigarette, Pete directly sent the fire under the cigarette. With a scent of spicy smell swept over, the smoking addiction that had just begun to cause trouble was suppressed again.
“Well…”
After exhaling a breath of smoke, Old John turned his attention to Pitt. He knew that the young man in front of him seemed to be insufficient distribution of rations. The recently established post-disaster reconstruction committee focused on the young Zhengli who was idle after the disaster, and therefore introduced a measure - to compensate for the work. Each young Zhengli who participated in the recruitment would receive one serving of supplies or rations for every work hour.
At the moment the measure was announced, countless young men who were tortured by half-fed and half-starved were actively participating. Peter in front of him was one of them.
"Old John. I heard Baut and the others say you were a pilot?" Seeing the satisfaction on Old John's face, Pete knew that he had completed the first step that touched people. Next was Pete's turn.
"Ha? Baut? Don't listen to them talking nonsense. They are just the driver of the construction machinery. They are not the MS pilot you imagine." Old John smiled self-deprecatingly and denied Pitt's speculation without hesitation.
"Is that?" Although he didn't get the result he wanted, Pete's eyes turned and immediately changed his questions and asked: "Even if that's the case, Old John, you can still apply for a position in the internal factory? I'm crazy if you want the engineering machinery driver there!"
Old John knew what Peter said, and before that, the head of the factory had also come to him and invited him to join the inner factory. However, Old John, who had a rich life experience, did not agree to the invitation of the person in charge. Although the person in charge did not say it clearly, Old John vaguely felt that the things produced in the inner factory were not as simple as promoting the food processing to the outside.
"Don't think too much. Pete. It's time for me to get off work. You'd better go back quickly! Thank you for your cigarette!" Old John took a sip of the cigarette hard, and after he finished smoking in one breath, he waved to Pit while he was sucking clouds and fog, turned around and left.
"Ah...ah...Old John." Pete's scream gradually became smaller. Old John did not turn around at all, nor did he stop waiting for the young man who had just handed him cigarettes to catch up.
After leaving the factory, Old John stopped, looked up at the sky, looked at the setting sun, turned around and walked towards the road next to him. A few days ago, he used all his connections to find out that a batch of special medicines would be transported to the material distribution center in charge of this area. Old John, who knew that this batch of special medicines was his son's hope for recovery, would naturally not miss this opportunity. Therefore, with his unremitting efforts, through some relationships and the only materials in his hands, Old John finally got the promise of a distant relative working in the material distribution center.
As long as Old John gets the special medicine from that relative as quickly as possible, his son, who was tortured by the disease that broke out after the disaster for several months, might be cured quickly under the effect of the special medicine. Thinking of this, Old John's heart became more and more intense. Under such a shocking natural disaster, nothing is more important than his relatives.
Soon, the excited old John unknowingly walked the journey that he had to walk half an hour before. After taking all the supplies except the food that had been deducted for several days from his backpack behind him, he changed the special medicine from his distant relative who looked like a detached official, and then thanked him repeatedly and watched the relative of "官网" go away.
"You have to go back quickly and let your son take medicine." Old John looked at the special medicine in his hand, and there was no doubt that it was fake. Because he had seen the same medicine from the person in charge of the material distribution center not long ago. In anger, Old John quickly put the special medicine in his arms and walked back quickly towards home.
However, after walking for half a distance, Old John suddenly saw the neighbor whom he was familiar with on weekdays standing not far away and pointing. Old John was worried and hurriedly walked up to ask about the situation.
"Hey? Old John?! Why are you here?" The neighbor was also surprised by Old John's appearance. "I thought you had gone back to find your son."
"What, what's going on?" Old John asked repeatedly.
Facing Old John's inquiry, the neighbor looked around mysteriously and pulled Old John into the woods next to him.
"Old John, hurry up if you want to go back! We just saw that the A-LAWS troops were heading towards the area where we live."
"What? A-LAWS?!!" Suddenly, Old John was panicked. Old John didn't even say thanks, so he left his neighbor and ran quickly towards the direction of his home.
"Nothing is wrong! Nothing is wrong! The special medicine has been obtained! My son will be cured soon! Nothing is wrong! Nothing is wrong!!"
The shouts in his heart resounded more and more, and Old John, who was walking fast, couldn't help but pray, but the prayer was not fulfilled.
What greeted him was not the weak smile of his son, nor the dim home in the past, but a sea of fire that spanned several kilometers.
"Uh...Uh...Uh..." Old John stared at the sea of fire in a daze. In the swaying of the fire, he could even see the dilapidated old house. At this time, the old house that Old John and his son had lived in for more than half a year had been swallowed up by the sea of fire. "John...my little John..."
Old John, who could not believe everything in front of him, slowly walked towards the sea of fire, and on the way, he was still muttering his son's name. Since that natural disaster, little John has been everything about Old John. Now, the pillars that support him have been swallowed up by the sea of fire in this moment. Since then, Old John's life has been dark.
The hot waves of the sea of fire did not wake up from the loss of mind, but instead made the old John feel that little John had recovered his health and was waving to him.
"John...My little John...I'm here...I'm here!!"
"careful!!"
Just as Old John was about to be buried in the sea of fire, a figure suddenly flashed out from the side and threw Old John to the ground.
"No! No! My son!! My son!!"
The moment he fell to the ground, the hallucination was finally shattered. Old John burst into tears.
"Sad to be ashamed of change! Now we must continue to live, otherwise we will be ashamed of the love our loved ones for us." At the same time, a warm big hand also patted Old John on the shoulder. However, Old John was still addicted to the bad news that his son was buried in the fire and could not extricate himself.
"Oh..." sighs slowly rang.
At this time, another strange voice rang out.
"Lyle, what's the situation?"
"Oh. Shina. As you can see, the entire residential area has been burned out by A-LAWS. This old man is probably one of the few survivors in this residential area." It turned out that the person who saved Old John was Lyle, and the person who asked him was Shina. How could they come here?
The moment his eyes fell on Old John, who was crying in his head. After looking at him, he looked at Lyle again and said, "Let's go!"
"Yeah." Lyle nodded, and before he could take a few steps, he turned to look at Old John and said, "Old man, I don't know if you have heard it! Live! Be sure to live! Someone will come to take you away later. Hold on!!"
On the side of the sea of fire that had been red in half the sky, Lyle and Shina quickly left here and disappeared into the woods not far away. Only Old John was left crying alone in front of the sea of fire.
"Shi Na, we are late! I didn't expect A-LAWS to take such a ruthless move because of an unconfident information!!" Although Lair followed Shi Na's order to retreat, this did not mean that he ignored the residential area where half of the sky was burned out by A-LAWS.
Chapter completed!