Chapter 367 Big Head Soldier in Hawaii
After being blocked for several days, the streets of Hawaii fell into an eerie calm.
The residents who were madly venting their fear before have been devoured by hunger. Now they just want to find some food as much as possible. How can they have extra energy to demonstrate, smash, loot and burn?
The ships and yachts in the port have all been controlled by wealthy and powerful people. They gathered processing equipment and raw materials to build fishing nets to fish offshore all day long.
Since we have realized that the air quality in the blocked area is deteriorating, we naturally understand the importance of oxygen, so the "Hawaii Provisional Assembly" strictly prohibits everyone from salvaging marine algae, and joint law enforcement teams are deployed at the port every day. If someone is found to have broken the rules, their catch and fishing tools will be confiscated.
Do you think that order has been restored in Hawaii?
But think about it, are the people who can own ships and yachts ordinary civilians?
Will these upper-class "fine eagles" distribute the valuable food they salvage to a large number of civilians?
If they didn't need someone to do hard work, they wouldn't even give out food to the doglegs!
If only 30,000 people share the supplies that are enough to feed three million people in Hawaii for a month, they can last for a hundred years without the food spoiling. What if only 3,000 people share it?
As long as the needs of the Pacific Fleet, a violent group with strong armed forces, are met, won't the remaining amount be enough to sustain the survival needs of some superior people?
Excluding the daily consumption of the Pacific Fleet, the remaining supplies are only enough for the upper class to barely survive. People with less wealth and less fame are not even worthy of rationing.
Now Hawaii's top leaders have formed a unified understanding: regardless of the large number of civilians, let them fend for themselves.
Most of all the food and water within the archipelago is controlled by the Pacific Fleet, a small part is in the hands of rich and powerful people, and a very small part is snatched by civilians who saw the opportunity that day, and then In the past few days, it had been snatched back and forth and changed owners several times.
No one cares how many people died on the island.
Most people even think that it is better to die more. The more people die, the less food and water they consume, and the survivors can survive longer.
To say that the most stylish group in Hawaii these days is none other than all the officers and soldiers of the Pacific Fleet, especially the ordinary soldiers, who have even received a temporary "class jump."
Because of the fear of mutiny among the soldiers, the senior leaders of the Pacific Fleet had to provide a large amount of food and water every day to maintain the survival of all the soldiers.
In fact, the senior leaders of the Pacific Fleet are eager to reduce the number of soldiers who consume precious supplies every day, but they dare not take action!
Now the big soldiers also know that the weapons in their hands are the guarantee of survival and can help them deal with all kinds of enemies.
Worried about the death of the rabbit and the sorrow of the fox, the big-headed soldiers will engage in "lower control", and the senior leaders of the Pacific Fleet can only bite the bullet and maintain huge consumption.
This resulted in the big-headed soldiers, who were provided with food and water for three meals a day, becoming the most influential group of people in the blockade area.
A piece of bread and a mouthful of milk can make male and female stars who were once only seen on the screen kneel down to serve them attentively and enjoy treatment like emperors in the world.
"Hey, Cook, I played two more female celebrities today, they are so hot!"
A soldier with a sloppy step walked to the side of the ship and proudly said to his colleagues show off.
"You kid, please be restrained. Food and water will become less and less in the future. Only by storing food and maintaining physical fitness can you live longer." Calm Cook glanced at him.
“Tch!” Private Tam sneered: “What’s the point of living a few more days? Aren’t you trapped here waiting to die? Why not take the opportunity to enjoy it more!”
“Wan Once we get out of trouble, do you think something as great as this will happen to us? "
The officers and soldiers of the Pacific Fleet in the blockade have two completely different attitudes. One is working hard to survive, and the other is trying to survive. Try your best to get out of trouble. One way is to muddle along and seize the precious opportunity to enjoy it.
This is probably their only chance in life to enjoy upper class treatment.
While the two were talking, a figure flashed across the sky in the distance. It was Iron Man who used the "time shuttle" to enter the Hawaii blockade, Tony Stark from the main universe.
"That's..." Cook's pupils shrank, full of shock. "A steel armor, haven't you seen it before?" Tam said nonchalantly: "The superiors have informed us not to mess with the villa on the beach that belongs to Tony Stark. There are many steel armors there. "
When the Pacific Fleet collects living supplies from the Hawaiian Islands, it will inevitably conflict with the island residents. The "Provisional Parliament" also sent an invitation to Pepper Potts, but he rejected it. .
Everyone knows that there must be a lot of daily necessities hidden in the beach villa, but with ten steel armors guarding it, even if the Pacific Fleet attacks with all its strength, it may not be able to reap the benefits.
No one would be so stupid to risk their lives for some living supplies under the current situation that is still sustainable.
If supplies are further consumed to the point where it is unsustainable, someone will definitely take risks.
“No!” Cook shook his head and said decisively: “The armor at the beach villa has never left the villa, and its model is different from this one...”
“It...” Cook's eyes suddenly lit up: "It came in from the outside! It broke through the seal..."
With a "pop", severe pain hit from his lower back.
Cook turned his head in disbelief and saw Tam, who had always regarded him as his eldest brother and senior, shouting at him with a ferocious expression: "I don't want this good life to end soon!"
"Those women Stars, those rich women... I haven’t had enough fun yet!”
Quickly pulled out the military dagger and pushed it off the side of the ship hard.
Watching the body sinking into the sea and being pushed away by the waves, Tam threw the dagger out with all his strength.
After a while, Cook’s body was found elsewhere, and it became unclear.
People are dying all the time on the island right now, and there are conflicts happening all the time.
The most important thing is that the superiors have no intention of taking care of it.
It is better to say that the superiors are expecting the big-headed soldiers to start chaos on their own, saving them the trouble of doing it themselves.
I haven’t seen that the monitoring equipment on the ship has been turned off on the grounds of “saving electricity”!
As for the radar that consumes more energy, it has been shut down long ago.
At present, except for a few steel armors in the beach villa on the island, who else has the strength to attack the Pacific Fleet base camp?
The big names in the fleet all live in camps under layers of protection on the island, guarded by their own "home-born sons".
Various expressions all send downward signals of "encouraging infighting".
Because one less person means less food and water consumption.
After killing the people, Tam looked at the steel armor retreating in the air, showing a hint of ridicule: "Even if they come in from the outside, how many people can they take away?"
"My turn?"
There is another chapter
(End of this chapter)