The Brotherhood is an extremely mysterious organization.
They existed before the Great Disaster and have been active in Europe for a long time. This is an extremely ancient force that also plays a pivotal role in the Wasteland Era. However, the Brotherhood is different from other organizations. They don't seem to have much desire for power. The Brotherhood is more like a reclusive organization, and they are only active in some major events. Pasha doesn't know much information about the Brotherhood. After all, she has never had in-depth contact with this organization, but she warned Su Ziyu not to provoke them easily. People in the Brotherhood are very dangerous.
This man looks dangerous right now.
Because few people would watch a war so relaxedly and freely, as if they were watching a grand fireworks.
despair.
The man put out his cigar on the wall, then turned his head and glanced at Su Ziyu, then got up and returned to his room, seemingly losing interest in it.
The intensive gunfire there gradually decreased.
It seemed that the winner had been decided. At this time, someone came out from the other side of the wall. Under the protection of a group of people, Su Ziyu seemed to see an old man. He couldn't see clearly because of the distance. About half an hour later, there was no sound of gunfire outside, and then I saw some white people coming back one by one with guns stained with blood.
"That is?"
Su Ziyu heard heavy footsteps, very heavy, and then he saw a man wearing an exoskeleton powered armor. This man held a six-barreled heavy firearm in his hand and followed the large army back here easily. There are many bullet marks on this exoskeleton powered armor, but none of them hurt the people inside. It seems that its protective capabilities are quite good.
"These people actually have exoskeleton powered armor in their hands?" Su Ziyu murmured.
He felt that the water in Polaris was very deep. He had always thought that black gangs were stronger here, because the most people on the street at night were black people, and most white people lived near this neighborhood. But now it seems that these white gangs have no hidden strength. Small, they have a lot of big killers in their hands.
The scavengers did not seem to be affected too much tonight, and they did not join the fight between the gangs.
Libertarians stood by and watched.
It wasn't until the end of the battle that Su Ziyu saw their people show up, but he didn't see Pasha's figure. It might be that he didn't notice it because it was so late at night. These white gangs quickly took over the territory to the north. There were many people with guns patrolling outside, and sporadic gunshots were heard from time to time.
You definitely can't go out at this time.
But Su Ziyu couldn't sleep, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep until late at night.
the next day.
He just heard a little bit of news from other people. The most important news was that old Bob died. Some said he died at the hands of those black people who did not obey the rules. Some said that old Bob died at the hands of white people. of internal strife, his death being nothing more than a reason to declare war. The confrontation between black and white in Polaris has been going on for a long time. In this wasteland era, they have fought openly and secretly several times to compete for profits and resources. This time the white gangs were victorious, and many blacks fled overnight, fearing that they would be liquidated later. Racism was common in this era, and some camps were entirely composed of a single race.
Pasha never showed up.
But Su Ziyu is not worried about her safety. After all, this is the territory of the free people. No matter how strong the gangs are, they are just dependent on them. This turmoil is unlikely to affect Pasha herself.
in the morning.
The Indians selling roasted rat meat appeared again, but by this time there were far fewer black people on the street. There were still some bloodstains on the ground that had not been cleaned up, but the bodies had been taken away. Su Ziyu met the thin young man he saw when he first came here again. He was cleaning the street at this time, but the original deformed hand was gone, replaced by a mechanical prosthesis that was a bit rough in workmanship. For some reason, he looked a little scared when he saw Su Ziyu, and then left in a hurry.
There were many scavengers planning to go out during the day.
Old Bill's team was among them. A huge convoy had assembled outside. The scavengers were carrying daily supplies, and some people had already set off in advance in their cars. Su Ziyu felt that they were in a hurry to leave here to avoid the limelight, and he didn't know what news they had secretly obtained.
His time here was still too short.
A lot of the news was learned later.
Old Bill, who was organizing people to set off, seemed to have seen Su Ziyu. He walked over alone. When he passed by Su Ziyu, he suddenly whispered: "Be careful lately."
"Don't go near the sewers."
After saying these somewhat confusing words to Su Ziyu, Old Bill smiled and faced the fat man in front of him. The two of them put their arms around each other as if they were brothers, and lit a cigarette for each other. After smoking for a while, Old Bill returned to the motorcade as if nothing had happened.
Until the convoy left, he never looked at Su Ziyu again, nor said another word to him.
In the afternoon.
A middle-aged man with a stiff expression returned to the wall. He passed through multiple levels and arrived at a high-rise building, and then gently knocked on the door.
"Come in." An old male voice sounded in the room.
The old man sat on the chair and held his chin, looked up at him and asked, "Has everything been taken care of?"
"Yes. Everything has been cleaned up." The middle-aged man said solemnly.
"Very good." The old man glanced out the window indifferently and said slowly: "In the future, we will control the number of black people admitted in the camp. These guys are very dishonest. They will cause us trouble if they have nothing to do."
"Has the experimental subject been found?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "Not yet. Someone saw a black shadow getting into the sewer. I have sent people down to check."
"Catch him as soon as possible." The old man looked tired, rubbed his forehead and said, "If you can't catch him, execute him on the spot."
"Yes." The middle-aged man stood at attention and said.
As the middle-aged man left the room, a look of pain appeared on the old man's face. This painful expression became more and more obvious. In the end, he even began to tear at his wrinkled and withered skin. The old man gasped and left. An injection was taken out of the drawer and inserted into the arm whose muscles were constantly squirming. After a while, it gradually returned to normal.
"time is limited."
The old man sighed, took out a special mechanical watch and put it on his wrist. A red light alarm flashed on it, and the values displayed were shocking!
— "Alarm! Alarm!"
—“The current radiation pollution index is 99.5%!”
—“Please inject anti-radiation medicine as soon as possible!”
Along with the alarm sound of the mechanical watch, the radiation pollution index displayed on it gradually decreased, but the decrease rate was very slow, and finally stopped at 98.5% value, and then there was no change.
The old man took off his mechanical watch and threw it on the ground. He murmured in a low and hoarse voice: "Time is running out..."
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(End of chapter)