The apocalypse; the West Coast of North Arica.
The laborers in ragged clothes pushed carts forward as they moved between the steel reinforcents under the order of the supervisor; they delivered the cent and concrete bricks to the hands of the construction workers. The huge construction trucks drove back and forth between the concrete walls, and a giant fortress started to take its shape.
Based on the NAC military governnt’s plan for this place, this fortress would be the first phase of the colony. The second phase and third phase of the project would center around this fortress and expand out to functional blocks such as residential, comrcial, industrial, logistics, distribution centers, ports, and even entertainnt.
As the governor of this colony, Zhou Guoping was living in the mont.
When he recalled the conversation with Jiang Chen in Shangjing, he was very grateful for the decision he made at the ti. Instead of choosing to return to the prosperous Wanghai for retirent, he ca to this undeveloped land. Rather than spending the rest of his life trembling in the shadow of Chu Nan and always worrying about possible revenge, why would he not enjoy his life as the ruler of the distant North Arica?
The funds allocated by the logistics departnt and all the credits on him were turned into tools and raw materials for construction. Zhou Guoping took the appointnt letter signed by the General himself and took the transport ship built by the NAC shipyard through the safe passage of the Bering Strait. He arrived on the West Coast along with reinforcents.
Not long after he arrived, he quickly implented NAC’s colonial policy, played to the advantages of localized managent, used interests to unite so survivors, and then drove those with vested interests to assist them in enslaving the other survivors.
At present, there were already 20,000 laborers working on the construction site as they worked tirelessly to contribute to the NAC colony. The price they paid was only a hundred boxes of canned food, two truckloads of instant noodles, and tens of thousands of fruit-flavored high-calorie nutrient supplies.
It won’t be long before this place beco a paradise envied by North Arican survivors, and as the governor of this colony, he would also beco the one above all. And all this was sothing he never dared to imagine...
On the outskirt of the construction site, a pair of poorly equipped rcenaries patrolled the area.
Half a month ago, their na was the Blood Axe rcenaries. Although they kept their na, they were hired by NAC as long-term partners. Their usual tasks were patrolling and occasionally dealt with so issues they didn’t even consider as issues.
As the leader of the rcenaries, Blood Axe was very satisfied with his current life.
He was not only satisfied because of the compensation offered by NAC, but also because he and his boys left their precarious days and now lived a life without worry.
With his brand-new rifle, Blood Axe, as usual, led his boys to patrol the edge of this concrete fortress. He would from ti to ti look into the distance with his binoculars.
Not far away, dust floated in the air.
After he confird that there was a convoy approaching, Blood Axe notified the colony with his radio out of protocol, and then took his boys to stop the vehicles.
“Stop! It’s NAC territory ahead, please explain your intentions!”
The convoy stopped, and the rcenaries on the truck jumped down one after another.
Blood Axe gestured to his boys behind him, opened the safety of the rifle in his hand, and carefully examined the rcenaries with unknown intentions in front of him.
“We are the Black Skulls of Nevada,” a black brawny man walked forward to about ten ters in front of Blood Axe, he signed to the rcenaries behind him to put away their weapons and expressed his harmless intention. He then looked at Blood Axe with a grin, “We have no ill-intentions. We’re just here to discuss business with you.”
Black Skulls.
A frightening na in Nevada.
They relied on their heavy firepower and modified all-terrain assault vehicles that traversed through the endless desert like a gust of wind. Due to their aggressive combat style, they were a nightmare for the rchant fleets between California and Nevada.
In addition to plundering rchants, attacking Double-headed Cattle herds, and occasionally fighting with mutated human tribes, they occasionally engaged in slave trade. Especially in the past few months, the profits of slave trade had beco more and more lucrative, and they seed to have change their business focus and turned slave trade into their main channel of profit.
The growing slave trade was closely connected with the outsiders on the West Coast.
NAC’s large-scale construction work required a lot of labor. Their nonrejection attitude made the slave market in California, which had experienced a continued period of sluggish demand, suddenly spike up.
In the desert of Nevada, there were hundreds of public or private fallout shelters.
The inhabitants of these shelters were the cheapest slaves on the North Arican wasteland. Not only did they have poor survivability, but they also couldn’t do much heavy work. Few survivors were willing to pay for them. However, after the arrival of this group of outsiders, this situation changed drastically.
The rich yellow n seed to have a soft spot for such survivors who erged from the fallout shelter. Especially for engineers or scientists who hold advanced skills certificates in a certain field, NAC even offered a high price of a box of canned fresh at.
It was canned at!
In any survivor force, a box of canned at with the NAC anti-counterfeiting label could be exchanged for bullets of the sa weight. And the bullets were high-quality standard bullets, far superior compared to the inferior bullets circulating in the black market!
Even the survivors in the Capital on the East Coast heard of the na NAC. It was not difficult to imagine the shock NAC brought to the North Arican survivors.
“Five hundred slaves, all from fallout shelters,” the powerful black man pointed to the group of malnourished slaves on the truck, grinned at the NAC officer, and rubbed his hands in eagerness, “Let take a look at your goods.”
“After we evaluate these people, you will naturally see what belongs to you.” The officer in the kinetic skeleton said blankly, then signaled to the soldiers behind him. Under the escort of two dical staff and four soldiers, they walked to the truck.
The rcenaries around the truck stepped aside as they cleared a path.
As usual, before the transaction, NAC dical staff made a comprehensive assessnt of the quality of the slaves. From health status to physical attributes, as well as simple inquiry and assessnt of professional knowledge and skills.
After an anxious wait, the black man finally saw his paynt – twenty boxes of canned at, ten tons of rice, and a box of high-quality cigarettes. If he pulled these things to Minuten-controlled Liberty City a hundred kiloters away, these could easily sell for 400,000 bottle caps. If he brought these goods to the even further Texas, he could sell them for a high price of 600,000 bottle caps.
After he happily ordered his n to load the goods, they climbed back in to the truck and drove away.
From beginning to end, Blood Axe looked blankly at the situation, but deep inside, he was astonished
As a Californian, although his range of activities did not include the eastern desert, any survivor in California would not be unfamiliar with the reputation of Black Skulls.
Whether it was the California National Guard or the militia ” Minuten”, these gangsters with skull turbans had never respected any organization. But at this mont, in front of NAC, they were acting like honest people doing business.
It felt like the Sun just rose from the west!
Maybe these outsiders could bring real order to the chaotic and lawless California?
With this idea that even he himself found unrealistic, Blood Axe greeted the NAC officer and walked towards the other side of the colony with his boys...
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