Chapter 4 Task

Zero spent the night in the utility room, accompanied by only the micro automatic machine gun he carried with him and the cold ground.

He was identified as incompetent, and for the Z7 base, there is no extra room for ordinary people like him. Zero did not object to this arrangement, but it was really difficult for people to sleep comfortably without even going through the rough ground of the water mill.

Zero can't sleep. He looks as cold as a lone wolf. But in my heart, I was deeply shocked by Leah's words.

Obviously, the awakened world is completely different from his memory. The old-era national system has completely collapsed, leaving only the endless wilderness and various monsters wandering in the wilderness. The conditions for survival are so harsh that those who can compete for resources with surface monsters are so important.

In fact, Z7 base also has a power. That person is Leah, the granddaughter of old Jack, but Leah's ability is first-order memory expertise and second-order pharmacist expertise. Compared with the five fields that are more inclined to fight, Leah's ability belongs to the auxiliary category. And the ability of the auxiliary class is basically divided into the scope of ordinary people.

Now, Zero can understand why old Jack is so disappointed after identifying himself as incompetent.

But they don't know that Zero is not without any special ability. The golden right eye, which can freely adjust the distance, like a high-power telescope, is not available to ordinary people. It's just that Zero doesn't want to expose this ability to outsiders for the time being. Otherwise, judging from the degree of crazy demand for ability in this era, it is uncertain that they will send zero to the operating table and then take off the special right eye for research.

Maybe I need a sunglasses. Ling thought so, and then went to sleep with the machine gun in his arms. In less than three seconds, his even breathing sounded, and the physical energy consumed after a day's activity slowly recovered like a gentle stream.

When the clock of the base pointed to six o'clock, Zero opened his eyes and was not happy.

He got up and moved his body and felt that his physical fitness had recovered. I only had a meal yesterday, but I still don't feel hungry. It seems that the moldy bread and bitter water still play a role. Zero frowned and knew that it was impossible. Then a little food should normally be converted into the calories needed by the body and consumed. In today's situation, if those foods don't have high-calorie substances, then there is something in the zero body that stores the absorbed heat and distributes them with high precision, so that no energy is wasted, so that the role of food can be maximized.

The former is impossible no matter how you look at it, but as for the latter, zero is unimaginable.

That kind of thing is not a function that normal human organs can have. If there is such an energy-saving system, it can only show that Zero has been secretly transformed to some extent. This reminds him of his golden right eye. Is that also a product of some kind of surgery?

However, such information does not exist in the memory library of his head. Even Zero, who can't remember what he was before entering the hibernation warehouse and experienced anything. Naturally, there can't be any modified memory.

The truth is always hidden in the fog.

I can't remember who said this to him, but it's perfect to describe his current situation.

The hibernation warehouse has to be carefully checked again if there is a chance. Zero thought.

At this time, a deafening bell sounded outside the utility room. Lao Jieshi's voice sounded on the radio: "It's time to get up, son of bitches. It's time to work. If you are still **, be careful that I kick your eggs. Now I'll give you five minutes to eat, and then roll to the homework area to report!"

The radio sounded three times in a row before stopping the behavior of torturing people's ears. Zero pressed his ears and felt that the sound of the broadcast was too loud, which made his eardrums hurt badly.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded. After three consecutive times, the door was pushed open, revealing Leah's childish face.

She seemed to have something on her mind. She looked at Ling's expression with hesitation, but finally said, "Come with me. Grandpa has something to ask you."

Nod and followed her out of the utility room.

After passing through the long passage, the two walked in the residential area. After turning left and right, they came to the house where Zero had stayed yesterday, Old Jack's home.

Lia took Zero to another room in the room, which was decorated like a study. But in the humble room, there are only two or three books in the old bookcase that is about to rot. Old Jack sat on a black leather chair with several holes. He chattered about his pipe and put his feet in military boots on the desk. At the desk, including the black Holt, there were four soldiers in military uniform.

It's just that these military uniforms are quite shabby, not to mention patches, they are also stained with a large area of oil.

The soldiers uniformly carried old-era rifles, and the stock made of black hardwood was painted, and there were white marks on the black-blue barrel. Obviously, these guns have been around for many years, and it really makes people wonder how powerful they are.

Zero glanced at it and knew that these were all *. This bulky old rifle is a single-shot gun, and the rifling in the barrel allows bullets to be fired in a rotating manner, so it is desirable in accuracy and has a range of about 400 meters, but the slow firing speed determines that this gun cannot be used for large-scale mass warfare.

However, as a semi-living and semi-industrial base, it is also suitable for soldiers to be equipped with such firearms.

Seeing Zero coming in, old Jack waved his hand and motioned others to go out first. So Holt and four soldiers passed by Zero. When they passed by, Zero saw the light of gloating in their eyes.

The door was closed, and only old Jack and Zero were left in the study.

Old Jack spit out a smoke ring and said, "Our base does not raise idle people. If you want to stay here, you must work for me."

"It's fair." Zero-pointed. Then he asked, "What kind of work do you have for me?"

"Our base is a small place, and there are only two kinds of suitable for you." Old Jack said slowly, "One is mining. He works in the underground mining area with those miners, and the daily wages are 10 cents."

Zero raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about the second one?"

"I also know that you will not be willing to be a miner. Although you are incompetent, you should still be a good warrior, so the second one will be more suitable for you." Old Jack put down his pipe, and the fire inside darkened. He knocked off the ashes and said, "Come and be a mercenary. My daily job is to maintain the order of the base. When you go out on a mission, there will be a corresponding reward. If you do a good job, I can apply for a professional license from the Parkland chaebol for you.

"That sounds good. I think mercenaries are more suitable for me than miners." Zero asked calmly, "So boss, you should have a task for me now, right?"

"Smart guy." Old Jack praised that he took out a map and threw it in front of Zero.

The map is not big, and it simply shows the location of the Z7 base. 300 kilometers east of the base is a town marked with the word "Silver Tree City". As for the places near the base, they are mostly mountains and wilderness, which are marked with "dangerous" with red pens.

Old Jack clicked on the location of Silver Tree City and said, "Our medicine is running out. If we don't get supplemented, we will have a hard time getting through this year. Mining is a dangerous job, although the radiation in underground mining areas is not as strong as that on the ground. But in it, there are occasionally infected mutants or minerals with viruses. These days, there are not a thousand or eight hundred deadly viruses. If they are not treated in time, no matter how strong they are, they will die soon.

"Doesn't your company provide drug assistance?" Zero frowned.

Old Jack laughed and sneered, "Do you think the company is a charity, young man? In the eyes of those nobles, we are just living tools. In this era, drugs are as precious as gold. Do you think they will waste drugs on money-producing tools? Of course, it is not impossible to buy drugs from the company, but it is difficult to pay for this fee with the profits of our small mining area.

Zero is relieved that in this new era world, only people like powers or those with power will be respected. Other ordinary people, including the elderly in front of them, are just replaceable items.

"In addition to buying drugs from the company, there is only one other way." Old Jack focused on the towns on the map: "This is a small city that once had thousands of mouths, but now it has become ruins and a paradise for monsters. But in this town, there is a hospital with the antibiotics and pennycillin we need most. If you and Holt and five of you want to go to the city to get enough medicine for the base, I can pay 100 yuan for your mission.

100 yuan doesn't sound like much, but it is worth the salary of a miner for nearly three years, so it can also be called a small fortune.

Naturally, it is not easy to get this little money. Profits are always with risks.

"I took over this task, but I also need a pair of sunglasses, a dagger and some ammunition." Zero puts forward his own request.

Old Jack readily agreed, "No problem, you can ask Holt to go to these things. As for the cost, I can remember it for you first. If you have the life to get the reward, then deduct it.

nodded at zero, and old Jack said, "Then get ready and leave in the afternoon. As for the details of the action, you can ask Holt. If there is no problem, then you can go out."

Zero had no other problems for the time being, so he turned around and left. But when he opened the door, he stopped again and asked old Jack, "What do you think of those miners?"

"You still have a lot of problems, boy." Old Jack said angrily, "Workers, whether you or those puppies, are just the workers hired by my old Jack!"

Worker? At least, it is a hundred times happier than being used as a tool. Ling thought so and silently withdrew from the room.

When Zero1 left, old Jack sighed. Adding new tobacco into the pipe, he smoked again. The firelight in the pipe is shining in a photo frame on the desk.

In the photo frame is an old yellow photo. In the photo, the young Jack is grinning with a hammer.

Once upon a time, he was also a worker!