Chapter 33: Wasteland

Warneverchanges.

War, only war has never changed.

In 2067, the Great War broke out. Due to the increasing scarcity of resources, the two most powerful countries in the world: the United States and China, finally broke out in war.

China's armored torrents and Dragoon-style stealth armor captured the entire state of Alaska. The first power armor T-45d model developed by the US defense contractor WestTek, which succeeded in actual combat, was sent to the front line and appeared in the Battle of Anchorage, which determined the outcome of the early stages of the war, and laid the victory in one fell swoop.

In 2074, contrary to the United States' claim that it was just taking back Alaska from China, the U.S. powered armored infantry troops were sent to China, but they did not play much useful in the face of the electromagnetic rifle developed by China, but were simply consuming US resources and military expenditures in vain.

The war entered the quagmire of tug-of-war, and then... nuclear weapons filled the sky.

The world is destroyed.

Then…the world was reborn.

This is the world on the ruins, the world after the war, a world full of radiating dust, a world without laws and morality, every day is no better than the previous day, and every day is no worse than the previous day.

And one day, the gate of the underground shelter number 101 was opened, and a confused young man stood on the land of Washington, looking at the dark sky that he had never seen in his twenty-year-old life, and the dim sun hanging high in the sky. In the distance was the ruined pre-war capital. Under the sunlight, the silhouette of the city looked like dead corpses.

There seems to be a small village town a few miles away, where information about the missing father could be found.

So the young man touched the 10mm caliber pistol hanging on his waist and walked forward firmly.

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Megaton Town.

This iron town is built around a non-explosive nuclear bomb. The nuclear bomb that fell here during the great war failed for some reason and fell into a puddle and has not moved for two hundred years.

Gradually, this nuclear bomb was a landmark... building - if you think this thing could be called architecture - attracted many people to settle here, forming a small town with about a hundred people living in it. There is a bar, a restaurant, a clinic and a grocery store. The mayor is a middle-aged black man named Lucas Sims. His shotgun never leaves his body. With this well-maintained shotgun and a kind heart that is helpful, he maintains the authority of the town's leader in this small town.

Moriarty Bar, owner Colin Moriarty, a stingy and cruel bastard. The barmaid Miss Nova, if you pay enough bottle caps, she is happy to have a spring breeze with you. The bar barman, the slave zombie Gaber, bought by Moriarty fifteen years ago, don't be scared by his decayed appearance, he is just a zombie human being turned into by severe pollution from radiation.

On this lazy afternoon, the old song from the Moji Band three hundred years ago was played on the radio. Gaber rubbed his wine glass and listened carefully to the lazy blues jazz. The name of this song seemed to be "I-Dont-Want-To-Set-The-World-On-Fire". This is also Gaber's favorite song. Whenever he listened to this song, he could temporarily forget the miserable life of being abused by Colin Moriarty.

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a young man stood at the door. Gabb raised his eyelids and looked at it. This man seemed to be different from other people who were mixed in the wasteland. Not only were the clothes he wore were cleaner and cleaner, but his temperament was different from those who were struggling to survive in the wasteland. His eyes were particularly simple.

"Uh... Has anyone seen a middle-aged man named James here? He might look like me, or does anyone know where he is going?"

There was silence in the bar, and the jazz music on the radio continued to play melodiously.

The young man seemed to be unable to read the atmosphere, and he repeated what he had just said.

"The best whiskey in Megaton Town is never mixed with water. Five bottle caps per cup, twenty bottle caps per bottle." Gaiber replied dryly.

Finally, I met a person who answered him. The young man seemed to have found a savior and sat straight in front of the bar and asked eagerly: "This...uh... zombie man, have you ever seen a man named James?"

"No."

"Well... then do you know who has seen him?"

"Go and ask Moriarty."

"Uh...Where is Moriarty?"

As the two of them were in a tangled conversation, the bar owner rubbed his head and walked out slowly from the room behind.

"I'm here, kid. You're clamoring here, making me restless at noon... Come here, are you looking for James? I haven't seen him for a while..."

Bar owner Colin Moriarty looked up and down at the young man and poured himself a glass of water.

"It's not that I'm just bragging. James and I have been in love for many years. Twenty years ago, he came to me and took a baby to find some underground shelter. I thought he wouldn't come back as soon as he went, but I didn't expect that a few days ago, he appeared in front of me again... He really found that shelter! Hahaha..."

"James is my father! I am that baby...Mr. Moriarty, do you know where my father went?"

"Well... a good question. But one answer is a price... In this way, if you give me two hundred bottle caps, I will tell you where James is going, how about it?"

The young man subconsciously touched his pocket and his face suddenly became embarrassed.

"Uh...Mr. Colin, I really need it..."

"No bottle cap, no answer, goodbye, I'll go back and take a nap."

Just when the young man was at a loss, a sound came from the corner of the bar:

"Hey, boy, I know where James went."

Even Moriarty turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at the figure in the corner of the bar. The man was wearing a leather jacket that was very popular among wasteland robbers, with a large-brimmed hat covering his face. At this moment, he was occupying a table with three bottles of drunk nuclear Coke on the table.

"Is that so? Sir, you are really my savior..." The young man walked over excitedly, but the man stood up step in advance and shook hands with the young man solemnly.

"Young man, I'll ask you a question. After you answer this question, I'll tell you where James is going. How is it?"

"Uh... OK, I'll do my best."

Seeing the young man with an expression that was facing a big enemy like facing an exam, the man in leather laughed first.

"Don't be nervous, a very simple question. What is your name?"

“………………Adam. My father gave me the name, my name is Adam.”

"Adam...this name is so good." The man in leather murmured to himself. Then he grabbed Adam's hand and raised it high, shouting to the guests in the tavern:

"Everyone, remember this face, remember this name! This young man will be destined to be the savior of the wasteland, the Messiah of the Doomsday! He will fight the most powerful mutants and save the fire of the United States at any time; he will bring clean and free water to the entire Washington, and bring life to the wasteland; he will destroy the missile base of Incree and destroy the crazy machine President Eden; he will board the alien spacecraft and obtain the technology that can rebuild the entire civilization; he will break through the slave workshop in Pittsburgh, and let freedom and human rights shine on the United States again; the slave traders in the fallen heaven will tremble for him, and the mercenaries of the Eagle Claw Company will also flee. This is the future honorary knight of the Iron Brotherhood, and the patron saint of all the weak - this is the new hero - the new brave - our - Adam!!"

No one spoke in the bar for a long time, and even Adam was stunned. The radio made a noise, and then suddenly there was no sound. Gaber subconsciously picked it up and shook it. The crackling sound of parts crashing awakened the bar owner. Moriarty, who felt that he was teased, raised his pistol and roared:

"You two madmen, get out of my bar! Now!!"

Two minutes later, the man in leather and Adam stood in front of the small nuclear bomb square in Megaton Town. He watched Cromwell, the missionary of the Church of Atomic God, preach to everyone:

"He came in the clouds, and a thousand eyes were blinded by him, and a thousand ears were deafened, so that they could not hear His roar—the atoms were you, the atoms were me, and the atoms were each of us. The fission of atoms, one changed to two, two changed to four, represents the ultimate meaning of life. When we ascend to the atomic paradise, each of us can bring out billions of lives from our lives—"

After listening to the preaching for a long time, the two finally started to talk.

"You can call me 'prophet', my dear friend Adam." The man in leather, or Su Jing, looked at the poor Adam with a affectionate look on his face.

"Uh...Mr. Prophet, thank you very much for what you said just now, although I didn't understand what you were talking about... Now, can you tell me where my father went?"

"It's very simple, a small thing. Do you know Sangou's Galaxy Radio? You should go to that place next. No need to thank me. This is what a model citizen who is enthusiastic and helpful should do."

Even Adam was foolish, he could see that the "prophet" in front of him seemed to have a lot of words to say. He asked tentatively: "Then... Prophet, do you need anything in return for me?"

"Of course!" Su Jing patted Adam on the shoulder hard, "It's very simple, I want to join your team and go on the road with you. Come on, let's go explore together, destroy the mutant's nest, go to the haunted building, and kick Incree's ass... You said you don't know what Incree is? It's okay, you'll know as you hit it."

"I...I just want to find my father..."
Chapter completed!