movie savior

Regarding what happened in these strongholds, although the soldiers in the coalition army had gotten used to it after going through the labor camp during the day, they still felt uncomfortable.

It's not because these slaves are too miserable.

To say it was miserable, everyone came from the doomsday time and space, and there were actually a lot of tragedies.

It's because these places, in addition to being tragic, often contain the most evil in human nature.

This is where it gets frustrating.

Numerous soldiers endured the discomfort to verify the identities of all the rescued people and arrange for treatment. During the process, they even couldn't bear to look at these poor people more, for fear that their eyes would hurt them.

This is the most time-consuming part of the entire battle.

In addition, there is the blow of the battlefield.

Considering the biological and chemical weapons mentioned in the intelligence, the Allied Forces of the Mutual Rescue Society conducted a harmless treatment of the bombing site and carried out continuous monitoring. As a result, no abnormalities were found.

All strongholds, including the Newt Gang, have been rigorously searched.

In the end, a large tank of sarin gas was found in the headquarters, confirming their claim that they had biological and chemical weapons.

After the can of poisonous gas was handed over to the biochemical control team, the entire battle was declared over.

The Newt Gang, which dominated the entire San Francisco urban area, was completely wiped out without any power to fight back.

The speed was so fast that they couldn't react by themselves.

Because in the next two days, the soldiers deployed in the urban area often caught unknown Newt gang members returning from other places.

In short, the era of the Newt Gang is over.

For the survivors in hiding in downtown San Francisco, this is what they feel most deeply.

Since the bombing that night, there have been no more lunatics who "hunt" in the streets every day, replaced by those tanks and armored vehicles.

Although everyone is also afraid of these mysterious orientals, at least they won't chase after them like crazy people when they see them from a distance.

Even walking directly in front of them is no problem, those mysterious Eastern fighters will politely stop the armored vehicles and let them pass first.

Of course, the premise of being polite is not to show the gun in front of these people.

Taking advantage of this period of time, the survivors were like mice coming out of the sewer, searching for supplies in every corner of the city.

Just when everyone is guessing how long this "peace" will last.

one morning.

Changes came as they expected.

"What's that?" Jack, who had been in contact with coalition soldiers before, dragged a basket, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a bunch of things in the square in front of him.

A pile of millet?

The companion next to him bumped into him, and also pointed to the square: "Is that rice? White rice?"

Jack staggered and said angrily, "Hey, I know, I can see, damn it, don't touch me!"

The two looked forward together.

In the middle of the square, a huge three-color tarpaulin covered the ground, and the rice on it was piled up to form a white tower.

There are also armor and tanks near the rice tower, as well as four makeshift battle forts.

Soldiers in full armor are on duty inside.

On nearby tall buildings, soldiers can also be seen controlling the commanding heights.

It was precisely because of the existence of these people that no one dared to go forward and loot the rice.

Other than Jack, there were many survivors watching in the dark. Many people were drooling from their mouths just looking at the pile of pearl-like rice. Cooing and barking.

Even in San Francisco, not all survivors had a "good life."

Generally speaking, it is good to find a little leftover food from old times.

More people live by eating rats and even bark and grass.

Seeing so much serious food now, if it weren't for the black muzzle of the tank facing them.

These people may have gone crazy long ago.

Jack remembered his last experience, and approached boldly: "Hey, are you going to hold some charity event?"

At this moment, a white man who was also fully armed walked out from the inside, holding a pair of standing signs in his hand and standing in front of the rice tower.

Then the white man motioned for Jack to come over and see what the sign said.

Jack looked back at his companion, confirmed that he was still there, and then stepped forward and read the English part above:

"Can weapons and ammunition be exchanged for food of the same weight, unlimited exchange, and within five days?"

As he spoke, he looked at the pistol on his waist, and couldn't help but move his hand a little.

But immediately, he felt a murderous aura.

Jack looked up, and found that the big white man in front of him was staring at him with dangerous eyes, and his hand had already touched the rifle.

Seeing the other party's proficient look, Jack immediately came to his senses, and his hands left his waist like an electric shock.

Then the big white man pointed him to a place, "Separate the bullets, throw them into that basket, and then come here to get food."

"Thank you." Jack thanked immediately.

At this time outside the square, many people have already seen the big characters on the sign with binoculars.

It's just that everyone is still waiting and touching their stomachs.

They watched as Jack tossed the two pistols into the weighing basket and walked to the tower of rice again.

The white man took a big shovel, shoveled a bag of rice and handed it out...

Jack took his own rice and couldn't help but knead it. There was a clear grainy texture inside and a faint fragrance of powder.

He thanked him, and was about to leave and go back to find more old weapons, and come here to exchange for food.

The white man stopped him.

"You take the rice back like this, aren't you afraid of being robbed?"

Jack was about to say that his companion still had a gun, but when he glanced outside, he seemed to see countless pairs of eyes in the distance, like wolves in the dark night.

He immediately reacted——

His companions have guns, but the other survivors have more!

"Then what should I do?" He asked following the other party's words.

The white man chuckled, "You and Rice stay here, let your companions go back, move all of you here, and we will arrange accommodation for you."

"As long as you live in the area we arranged, we will be responsible for the security of the entire area, prohibiting all theft, robbery, and higher levels of crime."

Hearing this, Jack seems to understand the thoughts of these mysterious people...

Chapter 181 Grant them property

Jack turned around and motioned for his companion to come over.

"What's the matter?" The companion walked over quickly, and he glanced around, feeling the gloomy gaze.

Jack told him what he had just heard.

"We're going to live on their land?" The companion instinctively resisted the idea.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Living in a house arranged for them by other people, wouldn't they become chickens and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?

How can this work?

But the idea just came to him.

The white guy in charge said right away, "Hey man, don't worry, we ain't going to take you as slaves, or we would have done it already, we have tanks and planes, trust me, it's easy."

"But the fact that we don't because we don't need slaves, it's a fucking thing, it's totally against our Mutual Rescue philosophy. We're a progressive organization that doesn't tolerate slavery, New York The special gangs have been wiped out by us..."

"We did this only because we wanted to help you and at the same time restore order in the city, which is also very helpful for our personal safety."

The white man's words were very persuasive.

At least Jack and his companions thought it was reasonable.

Judging from the previous few days of getting along, the behavior of these mysterious people is indeed in line with their current words.

They always go out in tanks or bulletproof armored vehicles, but when they encounter survivors, they choose to be civilized and courteous, and they don't bully others at all.

Jack thought about it for a while, and felt that there was really nothing worth cheating from people like himself. Just such a bad life was not enough for a tank shell.

So he tried to ask his companion: "Try?"

The companion also had the same idea, he nodded: "Then try?"

The white man spoke again at this time.

"Hey, brother, I just forgot to say that if you want to live in our community, you must give up all your weapons and exchange them for food, and accept our inspection."

"Of course, we will still protect your personal and property safety, and a completely gun-free environment is more conducive to your peaceful life..."

Faced with this request, the two of Jack hesitated a little.

The persuading white man came up with the same trick just now, saying that it was for the safety of both parties, and that they would no longer need weapons to protect themselves in the community or even in this city.

The psychological defense of the two was eroded step by step.

In the end, it was agreed that Jack's companions would call their families.

In their survivor group, there are several other families, and the companions will also be responsible for notifying them, but it is not certain whether they are willing to follow.

And at the exchange site.

The survivors who were excited about getting a bag of rice for Jack just now were all in doubt.

Jack held the bag of rice and didn't move.

I don't know if I was imprisoned or there were other circumstances.

Just now, the survivors who wanted to go up to exchange were afraid to go forward, for fear that they would be "imprisoned" like Jack.

For the dynamics of these people.

Zhang Tianyuan and Wu Yisi could see clearly from the tall buildings outside the square.

He first put forward the plan of exchanging food for guns, but how to implement it was set by psychologists like Wu Yisi.

"Don't look at them being so hesitant now, but as soon as they see the first person succeed, they will immediately rush to exchange." Wu Yisi stood in front of the window and watched the stagnant situation below, her voice seemed very calm.

Zhang Tianyuan believed in her judgment, and he also admired this woman's methods.

In the past few days, the tanks and armored vehicles that filled the streets roamed the city in order to give a good impression to the survivors in the city.

And giving them food is to give these people the most basic property.

It is difficult for people without property to settle down, because they can run away at any time.

Especially in the environment of the end of the world, this kind of people eat their last meal without their next meal, have no expectations for the future, and their behavior is naturally unpredictable, and they may directly become anti-social at any time.

But as long as they are given property, that is, food, everything will be different.

After they have food, they will know that after eating this meal, there will be another meal.

So in order to allow themselves to enjoy the next meal smoothly, or even the next meal, they will instinctively yearn for the protection of order.

Because only in this way, the weak can ensure that they will not die on the street when they have surplus food at home.

So after distributing food to them, the members of the Mutual Rescue Society will immediately sell them their newly established "order" for banning guns.

In the environment of doomsday, survivors like Jack have no choice at all. They can only join the order system of the Mutual Rescue Society and maintain it.

It can be said that after getting the food, all their behavior patterns were within Wu Yisi's prediction.

"After the five-day food exchange is over, we can cultivate a local interest group that owns property and yearns for stability."

Wu Yisi looked down at the square below, and continued: "These people are the basic foundation of our Mutual Rescue Society in this time and space."

"Does the president plan to continue to assist?" she asked.

Zhang Tianyuan shook his head.