20demayo Chapter 443: Ecological Farm First, Fight Later
Chapter 443: Ecological Farm First, Fight Later
The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. It was really a family that was separated by thousands. Even if Harold was thick-skinned, he could not withstand the gazes of the crowd. Fortunately, the marshal commander did not think there was anything wrong with the two of them, and even praised them for being worthy of coming from the battlefield, and their moves were steady, accurate and ruthless.
It would have been fine if they hadn't praised him. Once they did, their old faces turned red. They could only keep apologizing, which ruined the other party's plan to capture them and also made the insider who had infiltrated the sand bandits lose his due role.
However, the insider was very open-minded and said that there were a large number of bandits and many gangs, and one or two failures did not mean anything. What he was more concerned about now was whether the Jackson that Harold mentioned was the one he knew.
The marshals went back home, and Harold and his companions drove the sand boat forward. After the insider was given a simple bandage, the two sides had a long talk in the restaurant for internal staff at the checkpoint outside the hive city.
"Is the Jackson you're talking about from Hive City No. 3, a guy in his twenties, bald, with a few scars on his face, who likes to take advantage of others, but has superb driving skills?"
Every time the insider mentioned a characteristic, Harold's expression gradually blossomed into a smile. This was exactly what he was talking about, that old man Jackson. He immediately nodded and said happily:
"It's him, it's him. He even claimed to be a drag racing gang, but he was caught by the Ministry of Justice and sent to the battlefield."
The traitor clapped his hands and laughed, but the wound was pulled and he curled up in pain.
"Sorry, sorry, I was too harsh and didn't even ask your name..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Just call me Remarque. What we did to the sand bandits was even more outrageous. This is the least of our crimes."
Remak waved his hand and continued, "This guy is more unlucky than us. He drove so recklessly that he hit several police cars from the Ministry of Justice. If the Ministry of Justice hadn't sent an armed transport plane to block him, he would have escaped.
The mistakes we made were relatively minor. Although we were both imprisoned, we were tried in advance and served as the vanguard of the Ministry of Justice in going deep into the nest. I was rewarded for my good performance and even became a bailiff. Although I am a non-staff member, where can you go to seek justice... Where is Jackson? Is this guy still alive?"
"He's alive, hahahaha, he lives a much better life than the rest of us. Where can you seek justice? He's an apprentice of the Inquisition. Where can he seek justice?"
"Fuck!"
The friend thought his experience was ridiculous enough, but he didn't expect Jackson to be even more ridiculous. It's really true that he is so annoying when compared to others.
"Ever since Jackson was taken away and was said to be headed for the battlefield, we have placed a tombstone for him in the wasteland. I didn't expect that this kid was so lucky... I'm really happy for him, hahahahaha!"
When they were excited, they couldn't help but pat the table with joy. The high spirits made ordinary things more delicious. After three rounds of drinking, Harold also told them the purpose of this trip.
Remarque immediately understood what he meant, and said that since he was Jackson's sworn brother, he was also his own brother. He would take advantage of his sick leave to accompany Harold and the other man in the search, which could be considered as a vacation for himself.
So the friend returned to the Ministry of Justice’s base and found the location of the H-053 ecological farm through internal procedures. He then asked his friend to connect to the sand ship, while he drove the modified car with hidden secrets and led the two to the farm.
Harold was homesick, looking at the towering spires of the hive city and the endless buildings, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. While looking at the complicated city roads, he asked Remarque if he had heard about the explosion.
"It was a huge explosion. I know. A lot of people died. Luckily, people from Riza's side came quickly. They said it took them several weeks to seal the radioactive source. Otherwise, who knows how many more people would have died."
"Do you know where the explosion range and radiation impact range are? Is the H-053 ecological farm within the range?!"
Harold was extremely nervous. He was really afraid that Remarque would say "yes" next. At this moment, his beating heart seemed to explode. He was afraid that reality would knock him down in the next second.
"Have..."
"Do not..."
"But the ecological farm is a key protection area of the Hive City. Each farm has its own independent protection system. In addition, the Ministry of Justice responded quickly and controlled the radioactive dust before it spread widely. Therefore, the scope of impact is not as wide as imagined."
"Huh...brother, you better stop joking next time...it's okay...it's okay."
Harold shook his head and exhaled air continuously, thinking that the ups and downs of this stimulation would really break his spirit. However, the closer he got to his destination, the more stable news he heard.
Things were not as bad as he had imagined. Jackson reminded himself to be careful of the judge. Perhaps the other party would do anything to achieve his goal, and the truth was not as he said.
"Oh no...I didn't buy any gifts...How could I have forgotten about this!"
This matter was indeed urgent, and what was more crucial was that Harold actually did not have any money at all. His salary was kept in the Ministry of the Interior, and he had no possibility of using money normally. This time he suddenly remembered that his pockets were cleaner than his face.
"Captain, don't worry. I believe that as long as you get home safely, your family will be very happy. Gifts and other things can be made up, but you are the only one and can never be recreated."
Perkins was good at comforting people. When Harold heard it, he thought it was true and his nervous mood relaxed. The three of them rushed to their destination in a nervous and relaxed mood.
As the sun set and the sky was filled with red and orange, everyone finally arrived at the ecological farm. Although it was called a farm, its architectural style was no different from that of a steel factory. It covered a large area and its building height was over hundreds of meters.
The exhaust gas from the large dryer obscured the sky, the engine oil flowing from the industrial machinery polluted the ground, and a large number of cargo boxes were loaded onto the train with a gantry crane and taken away directly. The three were shocked by the hugeness of the scene in front of them.
It was not what they had imagined. The three of them felt like a stone here. The sound alone made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. The vibration of the environment, the mechanical creations, and the discomfort made them feel uncomfortable all over. This place was full of depression.
"This is a production center. Please leave immediately and don't stay."
The guards at the door saw the three people peeking out and immediately stepped forward to warn them. However, Remarque took out the police badge of the Ministry of Justice, and the guards saluted but still did not make way.
"Please wait a moment. We will inform the factory manager and he will come to receive you right away."
The factory director and other leaders ran quickly, fearing that they would neglect the bailiffs from the Legal Department. But when they saw how the three people were dressed, they wondered why this combination was so strange. An unfamiliar bailiff actually brought two Star Army soldiers with him.
He thought that he had already arranged everything in the Ministry of Justice, so there shouldn't be any surprise inspections, and the bailiff didn't look like someone with a rank, but it was better to be cautious.
"Hello, are you the subordinate of the captain of the 16th District Brigade of the Ministry of Justice? He didn't tell me about the inspection."
Good guy, he came up with a background at the same level as his boss's boss. Remarque's idea of taking advantage of the power of his boss was immediately shattered. Harold saw his predicament and thought it would be better for him to do it himself.
"Hello, Director. I was an employee here before. I was informed by the Military Affairs Department that I joined the army. Now I am a regiment commander of the Star Army. I have returned from the front line for a few days of vacation due to outstanding performance in completing the mission. I wanted to come and see how my wife is doing."
"Oh, oh, ok! Oh, no problem. It's Colonel. Okay, ok, ok. Then tell me about your wife's condition and I'll ask someone to call her."
When the factory manager heard that this guy had a good status, and that the modified organ was obviously a high-value item that could not be compared to the junks of the soldier next to him, he immediately gave in and did him a favor.
After all, he knew how much he had exploited the workers' interests. The other party came from his place, and his wife was still here. Fortunately, he was not here to seek revenge, otherwise it would really be a problem.
"No, I will go find her myself, you just need to take me there."
"Okay, no problem. I'll ask my assistant to take you there. I'll prepare a dinner for you. Don't refuse. Thanks to your bravery in killing the enemy, the Hive City has survived. This is what we should do."
Harold didn't know how to say anything polite. He got goosebumps listening to those words. He left quickly and didn't pay attention to these people. He just wanted to see his beautiful wife.
"Do you remember which production line your wife was on?"
"It should be number eleven."
"Oh, No. 11, your wife is so lucky to have a husband like you. You are also amazing. This is the first time I heard that you could return home after serving on the battlefield and become the head of a regiment."
"No, no, I'm just under the protection of the Divine Emperor. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, almost there, almost there, just two more bends... But I don't remember you working at the farm before. Which production line are you on?"
"Ah? Um... not important, not important. It's working time now, right?"
The two chatted idly, and Harold's brain was completely unable to answer the other party's questions. He just wanted to see his wife whom he thought about day and night, and he just wanted to bury his head in her arms.
"Where's the production line leader? Where's the production line leader for Line 11?"
The assistant saw that there was no one in the office and immediately shouted towards the woods where the huge plants were growing, and the farm workers who were working in protective clothing also conveyed the message.
After a while, a fat man with disheveled clothes came running over from under the irrigation machine spraying pesticides, panting. He opened the zipper of his protective suit while running, revealing a face that made Harold feel extremely sick.
"it's him!"
Harold could not forget the beast that had been spying on his wife. He thought that during the time he was away, his lover might have been bullied by it again. He felt very angry and his hair stood on end.
The bloodiness he had gained from fighting on the battlefield instantly spread throughout his body. The tense muscles and hot blood urged him to punch. When he saw the opponent's obvious preparation movements, Harold cursed and kicked him directly.
The rest of the people had never expected such a situation to happen. They heard a "bang" and the production line manager rolled out, wailing and vomiting the undigested food in his stomach.
"Oh, someone is being beaten, someone is being beaten!"
The assistant factory manager was startled and quickly stopped Harold to inquire about the situation, but how could Harold, who was furious, listen to his orders? He swung his hand to make the other party stagger, then quickly stepped forward and kicked the "ball" on the ground.
His identity was different now. The momentary inferiority and cowardice disappeared. What surged in his heart now was just - "You should look me in the face, bastard!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"What the hell is going on here!?"
The assistant wanted to go forward, but Remarque and Perkins, who were like two powerful generals, had blocked his way. Even though the guards next to them had guns, they refused to give way.
"Wuwuwu, sir, spare me, I...I really don't know how I have offended you. Our logistics supply is carried out according to the standards of the hive city, and there has never been a delay."
Harold felt extremely satisfied when he saw the other person's humble appearance. He felt that he had vented his anger on his wife and daughter. When you are in a high position and have power, naturally people will respect you.
"Get up, come and see my face. Do you recognize me? Come and see what's happening to the people you bullied!"
Harold cursed the line leader lying on the ground and punched and kicked him like crazy, beating the guy until he peed and the meat oil was almost squeezed out of him.
"You don't recognize me? You don't remember what I look like? Have you forgotten how you excluded, abused, and tortured me?"
Harold's vicious expression was something Perkins had never seen before. He even thought that the forward-leaning body would pounce on the other party in the next second and tear off a piece of flesh from the trembling face.
Remarque was also frightened by him, thinking that he was here to seek revenge after achieving success, but since he was Jackson's sworn brother, his revenge was also his own.
So he stepped forward, grabbed the farmer by the collar and asked, "I'm asking you a question! You fat, big-eared bastard, you have about 100 to 180 kilograms of fat in your stomach. You must have withheld the food from the migrant workers!"
"Sir, sir, please don't hit me, please don't hit me. I really don't know how I have offended you. Please give me some advice."
"My name is Harold Scott! Look carefully!"
Harold pulled the farmer up and made him look into his burning eyes, trying to burn his soul with the heat of anger to awaken him to the sins he had committed in the past.
But the farmer still had a bewildered look on his face, and there was no sign of him remembering Harold in his horrified eyes.
At the same time, after the three people's disturbance, the farm workers stopped their work, took off their worn dust masks, talked and laughed, and watched the farce with joy and fear.