I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1381: People go to the empty building
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The time returns to a few days ago.
In the colony established by NAC in California, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed.
"Damn, where did everyone go!"
One foot on the seat of the colonial governor ’s palace, the black skeleton spit out the cigarette **** in his mouth.
Three days ago, he took his brethren to the NAC colony. However, neither the mercenaries patrolling near the colony nor the NAC officers responsible for handing over the goods were seen.
The entire colony seemed to be empty overnight, leaving only a half-built fortress and a reinforced concrete construction site.
Out of awe of NAC, Black Skull and his brothers waited anxiously outside the colony for three days. However, in these three days, his last bit of awe was also worn away by the endless wait.
He now has a group of slaves in his hands, all of whom have just been recovered from refuges located in the desert between California and Nevada. Of course, the term good goods only applies to NAC's site. Except for the people of NAC, who will ask for these garbage that can't do the work?
Yes, there are no yellow-skinned buyers who are generous, these "goods" in his hand are nothing but garbage! And he still can eat more than 600 nutritional mixtures every day!
This loss made him feel very hot.
Okay, if this group of yellow people does not plan to pay for their slaves, then he will go in and get the black skeleton himself!
With this idea in mind, his black skull rushed into the fortress where people had gone to the empty fortress, and scoured around. However, the facts are desperate. Someone must have visited here in advance. There was not even an empty can left in the warehouse. All the valuable things were searched by the scavengers wandering on the wasteland of California.
"Fak, where are the yellow monkeys!" Standing at the window of the Governor's Office, looking at the empty colony outside the window, the black skeleton could not bear it anymore, and threw the humility half a month ago Behind his head, he yelled.
"Are there any serious troubles that caused them to run away?" Standing behind him, a predator who shaved the head of Moses, stepped forward and glanced at the accumulation of dust The governor ’s office in Rushan hesitated and said, “The people of the National Guard have always regarded them as a thorn in their eyes, most likely the group of iron bumps.”
"I do n’t want to know what trouble they are in now, I just want to know what to do with these slaves in our hands now!" A gun **** fell on the table angrily, and the black skeleton violently pulled Zhou Guoping ’s Chair, I sat down by myself, "Tony Club, yes, yes! Do any of you remember how to contact them?"
Tony Club, California ’s famous cannibal tribe, except the NAC people, perhaps only they can understand the beauty of the blue skins. It's just that their shots are not generous, and they can't afford high prices for the slaves who become food.
But now I ca n’t take care of that much. The black skull only wants to stop the loss, even if one person only sells ten bottle caps, he is willing!
"Boss ..." The Moses hesitated and said, "Last month, the Tony Club was suppressed by the National Guard."
"The fools!" the black skull scolded.
In the governor ’s office, everyone is silent, and everyone can see that his head ’s anger is approaching the threshold of the outbreak indefinitely, and no one dares to step forward and find himself uncomfortable at this time.
It ’s estimated that the boss ’s anger almost disappeared. Standing next to Moses ’head, the face was covered with radiation spots, and his body did not look as strong as other people ’s predators. Made his own suggestion.
He is the dog-headed military division of the Black Skeleton Gang and the only one who can stand here and let the boss listen to what he said.
"The boss angered, although we didn't find the NAC people, but they left us the entire colony ..." Speaking of this, the dog-headed military division's mouth evoked a yawning smile, "We can completely Use this fortress as our new stronghold and grow our gang. "
This idea sounds good, but thinking about leaving the desert on which he lives, Black Skull still hesitates.
There are no fat succulent thorns and radiation-resistant cacti in the plains, which means that they must obtain nutrient mixture and anti-radiation by other means, such as cultivating mutant plants like other survivors ’settlements. And once farming begins, any troubles will flood up with a swarm of bees.
"But the desert is the place we are familiar with, such a big fortress ..."
"Boss," the dog-headed warrior persuaded heartily, "Do you want to be a bandit who has lived indefinitely in your life, or do you want to be a big warlord like Paul Revere and Brian Eddie? Just hold on With this fortress, you can become the most powerful gangster in California! "
Paul Leville is the leader of Steel City and command the entire California National Guard. Brian Eddy is the president elected by Liberty City and the leader of the "Minute Man" of the California militia. They are the most powerful men in the whole of California, and even the survivors of the far east coast are in awe of the two.
The black skull touched his chin and nodded slightly, feeling that his subordinates seemed to have some sense.
Although letting him choose between the leader and the bandits, he will definitely choose the latter, but he is indeed tired of the sand and the life of the indeterminate place caught in the cold wind.
Although the NAC people walked away, the cans and instant noodles in the warehouse were also searched out, but they accidentally left a lot of useful things, such as machine tools for bullets, construction machinery for various purposes, and a large number of Building materials ...
He now has a gun in his hand, as well as a hard-working slave. He might not be able to defend this land of no owner.
"Call the brethren in the California desert to stop all the work at hand and bring all their households to report on the West Coast."
"I will go now!" Moxi's dry-headed marauder nodded and ran quickly out of the door.
The black skull tilted the chair legs and put the rifle aside. Just when he was thinking about what else to prepare, a melodious whistle came from afar.
The people in the room froze and looked at each other.
The black skeleton sat up from the chair and hurried to the window facing the coast, eyes narrowed into the seaport. At about the same time, a predator ran in from the outside in panic, breathlessly reporting the news
"Boss, a freighter is near the port, and the NAC flag is hanging on it!"
The predators in the room were in an uproar.
"Shet! Is the NAC person back?"
"What about this ?! If they think we stole their can ..."
"What a special shut up for Lao Tzu!"
Crowling loudly, the black skull picked up the rifle and swept a bullet towards the ceiling. Cement ash and plastic crumbs spattered from the ceiling, and the crowd of people who were talking about it all showed a fearful expression, and looked down at their boss.
"What is on the freighter? Can you see clearly?" The vulture gazes like a haze at the door, and the black skull lowered his voice and asked, "Standing on the deck Is it power armor? Or a soldier wearing an exoskeleton? And a NAC warship, also behind? "
"No, there is only one cargo ship," fearing that the murderous demon blinked a few shuttles into his chest, the predator swallowed and shuddered, "The container is stacked on the deck , It's probably canned ... "