boyutpedia Chapter 270 He was arrested
Chapter 270 He was arrested
After listening for a while, Lin Fan noticed that it was the same old rhetoric over and over again, so he tried switching to other channels.
But the entire broadcasting system was completely silent except for Domingo's recurring propaganda.
So I simply switched the radio back to its original channel and turned my attention to the scenery outside the car window.
On the distant horizon, there was an unusually dark gray hue.
It doesn't resemble dark clouds, but rather the dust that lingers after a great fire.
The Hummer's engine roared low as it accelerated toward the gray expanse.
……
Cheyenne Mountain Base.
Lin Fan set off alone.
Inside this doomsday fortress, buried deep within a granite mountain, a discussion is also taking place.
However, there were only three people.
Monica, Brian, and Harrison.
The conference room door was tightly closed, and even the guards outside had been dismissed.
"Are you serious?" Harrison looked at Monica in surprise.
"Seriously." Monica nodded.
Brian pushed up his glasses as he stood to the side:
"Mr. Harrison, the base's supplies can only last for a maximum of twenty-five days."
Before long, survivors from all over the country will continue to arrive, and the number will only increase, not decrease, further accelerating the consumption of supplies.
"I know."
"Then you should also know what will happen in this base fifteen days from now."
Harrison certainly knew.
When food is scarce, order is the first thing to collapse.
No monsters need to attack; the people inside will start fighting on their own.
"So you guys also want to move to Raccoon City?"
"Yes, but not all of them."
Monica nodded.
"We've already discussed it, and we can go in batches. Some core internal personnel will be mixed in with the first batch of relocated staff. Once they've established themselves, we'll consider further plans."
"Lin Fan isn't stupid; he can see through our intentions."
"Of course he can tell. But he won't refuse."
Why?
"Because he needs people too."
Monica said with certainty:
"No matter how strong Raccoon City's defenses are, maintaining them requires manpower. His own team is limited in size, while we have 12,000 well-trained soldiers. These people are a real resource for him."
Harrison remained silent for a moment.
"And what about the rest? I mean, those...non-military personnel."
"First a batch goes over, and then some more will go over with the second batch."
Once we arrive in Raccoon City, I'll stay there as an advisor. No power struggles, no profit grabs, survival is my priority.
Do you think he'll offer us an 'advisor' position?
Brian smiled:
"Mr. Harrison, broaden your perspective. We're not discussing rank here; we're discussing whether we can survive until next month."
Harrison leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, thinking for a long time.
"...Does Greg know?"
"I don't know yet," Monica said. "I want to confirm your opinion first."
"He won't agree."
"He will," Brian said confidently. "When there are only five days' worth of food left, he'll agree to anything."
Harrison opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.
"Don't make a fuss yet. Follow the normal procedures for allocating supplies and personnel. Show me the first batch of personnel lists once you've drafted them."
"clear."
"There's one more thing," Harrison stood up, "Who's going to talk to Burns?"
Monica and Brian exchanged a glance.
"I'll go," Monica said.
"Be careful. Burns is stubborn, but not stupid. If you present the facts, he'll listen."
"rest assured."
The three of them dispersed.
The meeting room fell silent again.
……
Missouri, Highway 61.
Lin Fan had been driving for more than two hours.
The scenery along the road became increasingly desolate. The already poor roads in the United States had become even worse for some unknown reason, with some sections of the asphalt road cracking.
Dark green weeds grew in the cracks, and overturned vehicles and scattered debris could be seen occasionally, but no living people were ever seen.
He picked up a bottle of mineral water from the chair next to him, and just as he was about to unscrew the cap, two figures appeared at the end of his line of sight.
One big and one small.
A woman holding a little girl stood in the middle of the road, waving frantically at him.
"Help! Help..."
Lin Fan instinctively stepped on the brakes, and the car slowed down.
He stared at the mother and daughter in front of him for two seconds.
The woman's clothes were tattered, her face covered in dust, and the little girl was clinging to her shoulder, looking completely exhausted.
To be honest, Lin Fan's first reaction was that he didn't want to stop the car.
This situation is similar to the apocalypse depicted in movies.
At this point, eight out of ten people who stand on the road blocking your way are setting a trap, and the remaining two may not be good people either.
But then he thought again...
Domingo's side is taking in survivors.
Since we've run into each other, giving them some supplies and pointing them in the right direction will only take a few minutes.
Even if it's a trap, with his abilities, he doesn't need to care at all.
Soon, the Hummer stopped about three to five meters away from the mother and daughter.
Lin Fan pushed open the car door and got out.
Thank you! Thank you for stopping!
The woman saw him get out of the car and rushed over instantly, speaking very quickly.
"We've been waiting here all day, and no one has parked. My daughter has already..."
"Alright."
Lin Fan raised his hand to interrupt her, pointing to the back seat.
"I have compressed biscuits and water in my car, you can go first—"
However, he hadn't finished speaking.
The bushes on the right side of the road suddenly shook, and then seven or eight people emerged from them.
And they were all armed.
There was a shotgun, a pistol, and an assault rifle.
Lin Fan: "..."
really.
Truly, this is the land of freedom, America! Everyone has a copy of justice!
The leader was a burly man with a thick beard, wearing a dirty leather jacket, and holding an assault rifle in his hand, the muzzle pointed directly at Lin Fan.
"Don't move, put your hands up."
Lin Fan glanced at the woman who was still "crying".
At this moment, the other person's expression had changed from fear to numbness. He stepped aside, holding the little girl, and dared not look at him.
Well, they're too lazy to even act anymore.
Lin Fan raised his hands, his tone calm: "Your tactics are a bit outdated."
The bearded man ignored his complaints and gave his partner a wink. The two immediately rushed towards the Hummer and began overturning the supplies on it.
"Hey, a military Humvee!"
"And compressed biscuits! Canned food!"
"Boss, the fuel tank is full!"
The group of people were as excited as if it were Chinese New Year.
The bearded man sized up Lin Fan, his gaze lingering on his face.
"Asian?"
"A Chinese person," Lin Fan corrected.
Upon hearing this, the bearded man's expression changed, and he turned around and whispered a few words in English to his companion.
Lin Fan heard it very clearly...
"Yet another Chinese person."
"Take him back and lock him up with the others."
"The boss said, don't hit or hurt the Chinese, keep them alive for later use."
Another one?
other people?
Lin Fan's brows twitched slightly.
He was already prepared to take action.
These people were no different from paper in his eyes. He wouldn't be afraid even if they came with guns or tanks.
But the words "Chinese" made him change his mind.
"Go!" the bearded man said, pointing a gun at him. "Get in the car."
Lin Fan cooperated and was pushed into the back seat of the Hummer. Then a thug sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and turned onto a dirt road.
The car bumped along for about twenty minutes before finally stopping in front of a campsite that looked like an abandoned gas station that had been converted into a camp.
The camp was small, with a temporary wall made of old vehicles and sheet metal surrounding it. Inside were several low buildings and a few military tents.
There were about forty or fifty people, both men and women, most of them were disheveled, but their spirits were relatively good.
At least they're much better than those shriveled corpses on the road.
"get off."
Lin Fan was escorted into the camp.
He didn't say a word the whole way, but his eyes were always observing.
There was a detached brick house on the west side of the camp, with two armed guards standing at the door.
The bearded man brought him here, pushed open the door, and shoved him inside.
"Behave yourself. Don't even think about running away; there are people watching outside."
The door closed behind me.
The room was dimly lit, with only a small window in the wall letting in a little light.
Turning around, I saw more than a dozen people sitting on the floor inside the house.
It was all Asian faces.
Seeing Lin Fan being pushed in, the group looked up at him briefly before looking down again.
No one spoke.
Lin Fan glanced around.
There were twelve people, seven men and five women, ranging in age from their early twenties to their forties and fifties.
Several people had injuries, which were simply bandaged with rags.
A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt in the corner glanced at him twice, then spoke in a low voice in Chinese:
"Were you also intercepted on the road?"
"Um."
Lin Fan nodded, then found a seat and asked, "How long have you been here?"
"The first one was arrested the day before yesterday. I was arrested yesterday."
What are they going to do?
The man in the plaid shirt glanced towards the doorway and lowered his voice: "They want to use us as bargaining chips."
"As a bargaining chip?" Lin Fan asked, puzzled.
"These people heard from somewhere that China was not greatly affected by this disaster and was preparing to rescue its overseas Chinese."
Therefore, they believed that by capturing a group of Chinese citizens, they could negotiate with the Chinese government to allow them to seek refuge in China.
After listening, Lin Fan remained silent for two seconds.
"This brain circuitry... is quite unique."
The man in the plaid shirt gave a wry smile:
"Whether they are unusual or not is not important; what is important is that these people have guns."
To be honest, they didn't treat us harshly. They gave us little food and water, but at least two meals a day. They just wouldn't let us leave.
Lin Fan nodded and sat down against the wall.
Now he can act at any time.
A group of thugs armed with ordinary guns were no match for him.
But he still wanted to find out the situation first, to know exactly how many of these compatriots there were, and whether any of them were being held in other places.
Also, what is the firepower configuration of this group of thugs, and do they have any other strongholds?
Lin Fan either doesn't do it at all, or he does it thoroughly.
Time passed by, bit by bit.
The sky was getting dark.
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