mtl008 Chapter 291 New Arrival
Chapter 291 New Arrival
The ruins of the nuclear explosion in Washington, D.C., in the huge crater after the nuclear explosion, a layer of dark purple mist is floating at the bottom of the crater.
A group of soldiers wrapped in black chemical protective suits were wandering around the edge of the crater.
There was a three-ring logo printed on their clothes, and a group of people were holding various instruments and detecting something around them.
It seemed that there was a good discovery, and the soldiers holding the instruments were somewhat excited.
If anyone was peeking around, they might have seen a strange scene: a group of people wearing chemical protective suits gathered together and began dancing.
The soldiers who came to investigate the degree of contamination at the center of the nuclear explosion were happily communicating with each other at this time. The Geiger counters in their hands showed extremely low numbers, only between 0.1 and 0.2, which meant that they had a high probability of continuing to survive.
"Is the counter broken?"
One soldier acted relatively calm. He had no intention of surviving since he came on this mission. The radiation index at the center of the nuclear explosion was so low, which was obviously not in line with common sense.
After hearing what the soldier said, other compatriots raised the counters in their hands and showed him the numbers. The numbers displayed on them were all no more than 0.2, which was lower than the average index of some clean environments.
One instrument may be broken, but all instruments cannot be broken at the same time. Everyone is sure that the center of the nuclear explosion is "clean".
But think about it, is this right? Is the center of the nuclear explosion "clean"? Even if the military dropped a hydrogen bomb that could achieve 100% nuclear fusion, the radiation at the center of the explosion could not be so low.
"Something is not right. This is really not common sense!" A soldier also came to his senses and said to his colleagues around him.
Everyone came to their senses immediately. Indeed, this situation was not in line with common sense. This was the center of a nuclear explosion.
Beep beep beep——!
The next moment, the Geiger counters in everyone's hands made a sharp sound, and the numbers on the digital display began to jump rapidly.
A dark purple light emerged from the nuclear explosion crater and instantly engulfed everyone around it!
……
In Atlanta, Zhang Qiang is inspecting a military factory.
Large machines were running, manufacturing new tank gun barrels. Zhang Qiang asked the managers about the output of gun barrels and also asked about the workers' working hours.
"Two a day? There are 201 more in the warehouse? What? 12-hour workdays? Two shifts? Who made this rule? How many?"
Zhang Qiang looked at the production supervisor with a bad face.
The director of the military factory hurriedly explained: "Commander, there is nothing we can do about it. The factory was originally short of manpower. In the past, the daily production capacity was not even one. Now the army is fighting outside, and the workers are determined to contribute. This is the production schedule we all set together."
Zhang Qiang frowned. He did not verify with the workers. Even if the grassroots were dissatisfied with such things, they would not show it.
However, the workers' working hours needed to be balanced, so Zhang Qiang turned around and contacted the armored brigade. He soon got a number: during the Sea of Corpses War, the army only needed to replace more than 40 gun barrels a month.
"Tell the workers that there is no need to work so intensively. Change to two shifts of eight hours. The war will be over soon, and then we can resume our original working hours." Zhang Qiang said, staring seriously into the eyes of the production supervisor.
The production manager nodded immediately, indicating that it was enough as long as the factory did not lag behind.
After inspecting the situation, Zhang Qiang had lunch with the workers at noon and talked about the recent events on the battlefield. Finally, he slipped away amid laughter and joy.
Family members, who understands? Being called "chief" all day long is almost causing Zhang Qiang's social phobia to come out.
Zhang Qiang said that he really likes being praised, but he only needs a simple "awesome" rather than being called the leader.
He participated in establishing various systems to bring people a good and stable life, not for fame, but simply because he needed the joint efforts of all levels to build the entire position into an iron plate.
The position is still strictly adhering to the rationing system. There is no currency, only work points. Even if a worker earns the lowest amount of work points, he can still guarantee three meals a day.
As for the rich side dishes, they require work points to purchase.
What we worry about is scarcity rather than equality. There are no capitalists in the territory of destiny, so there are no social contradictions.
As for the upward channels, as long as people make outstanding contributions, they will be promoted. Even if their positions are not promoted, their work point income will increase accordingly. Who doesn't want to eat more snacks and drink more good wine?
After leaving the military factory, Zhang Qiang took a helicopter to the next location. This time he wanted to check the production of machine gun barrels. This thing is scrapped faster than tank barrels, but the corresponding production is also large.
The demand and consumption of the Destiny Front require a balance. Apart from large-scale agricultural planting, any overcapacity in other industries is a potential waste.
After all, the Destiny Front does not need to trade with the outside world, and the excess products can only be stored for use.
The next few days.
Zhang Qiang had been inspecting other military factories. After checking the output of all military products, he went to Alabama alone.
Zhang Qiang was not joking when he told Kate that he wanted to establish a secret force. The panel would be unlocked in less than a week, and he was already ready to find a place to mass-produce troops and a new base to develop the secret forces of the Destiny Fortress.
You can't put all the cards you can play out in the open.
In the past, the Destiny Position could rely on its absolute strength to crush any opponent, but the appearance of the Three Rings made Zhang Qiang realize the importance of the trump card.
When facing an opponent of the same level, unexpected moves are often the key to victory.
Alabama, the uninhabited wilderness.
The long-lost mechanical sound of the panel appeared in Zhang Qiang's mind: [Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare] has been upgraded.
【Current remaining points:. 】
More than 116 million points! This number immediately shocked Zhang Qiang.
Zhang Qiang quickly checked the list of followers on the panel. Wow, there were more than 22 people, including more than die-hard fans.
The diehard fans include not only soldiers but also most civilians. When Zhang Qiang looked at the detailed list, he found that he did not recognize most of the names.
The panel counts the number of followers and loyal fans added during the upgrade period!
No wonder the points are so high. I guess the panel even included the zombies and walking dead killed by the army.
Zhang Qiang exclaimed in his heart that the panel was very generous. The panel was really generous with the points.
After silently praising the panel, Zhang Qiang checked the new features of the panel. The previous columns were still there, but Zhang Qiang didn't see what was added. His eyes were directly focused on the new columns that were bright and dark:
【Advanced War Stealth Base:.】