I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1392: Who told you that we are the only ones?

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North American colony, Governor ’s Mansion.

Sitting on the boss chair that originally belonged to Zhou Guoping, the black skeleton feet were tilted on the desk, picking his teeth with a toothpick, and playing with the badge on his hand in the sun in the window.

Bronze-colored badges gleamed with a touch of gold under the sun. The three letters NAC, as well as a sword and a shield, can be clearly seen. It's not clear what black skull this emblem symbolizes, and I don't want to guess. This is what he took off from the captain, and Quan was an interesting trophy.

Push the medal into his pocket, and the black skeleton yawned lazily.

There is no dry sand, no deadly poisonous scorpions, and some are only brackish sea breezes, and warm and warm sunlight. He has never dreamed of such a pleasant day, but now it is extremely real.

The cans and compressed biscuits filled with the entire container, the rice and potatoes piled up into small hills, the supplies are so rich that he even produced the luxury idea of ​​"moving a part of the grain to make wine", but was struggling not to be good at it People, just stop here.

As for the NAC who might find him in trouble ...

To be honest, he is not very afraid of those yellow races.

He admits that they are very powerful, so that they can use their full strength, even the National Guard must be willing to take the lead. However, he is also confident that he is the ground snake here, and the one with the most fist.

Even if 10,000 steps back, the NAC army went to North America and came to him to pay for the little ant. When he hid in the desert of Nevada, who could find him? Just for the abandoned refuge for hiding, he prepared four or five.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Pushing in the door was his dog-headed division-the crippled Bills, and the slavic man Moss-Rodney. These two became the mayor of the outpost town, and the other became the outpost police officer, in charge of logistics and slaves.

And his black skull is naturally the biggest one.

As for the title he should give himself, he has n’t thought about it yet.

"The slaughterhouse for crab breeding has been packed up. You said how the heads of the yellow races grow. How could nobody think of raising this thing in a circle before?" Touching the hair on the head, Rodney said a little puzzled.

Before that group of yellow races came to North America, no one had ever tried the crab yellow of a marsh crab. The vast majority of people choose foods that are either nutritional mixtures with strange ingredients, or beef with double-headed brahman beef that puffs up and tastes like sand.

No one expected that under the hard shell that was stronger than the power armor, it was so delicious.

Of course, the opposite of deliciousness is a fatal danger.

While cleaning up the pond where slough crabs are farmed, Rodney looked at several slaves, all of whom were dragged into the water by those powerful crabs and bitten to death. The miserable death would make him unable to bear his scalp. Tingling.

"No matter how long their heads are, I only care when my farm can resume production." The black skull said to Hatch, not disappointed by Rodney. In his opinion, no matter how clever and creative the yellow monkeys were, he eventually made his wedding dress. He is undoubtedly the brightest and strongest one on this wasteland.

"It has been restored, I have arranged twenty slaves in it, who is lazy and who feeds the crabs." Rodney grinned grinously.

"Where are you?" The black skeleton looked at Bills and said lazily, "All the supplies are counted?"

"It has been counted, all the supplies are written on it." Then, Bills turned the account book in his hand to the position of the catalog, and handed it respectfully to the boss. "Converted to bottle caps, these supplies are at least worth. 70 million, you are already the richest man on the West Coast. "

"Hahaha," the shriveled laughter filled the room, and the black skeleton, who had smiled enough, sat back in the chair again.

He was quite satisfied with the term "rich", especially after adding the prefix "Most Rich", it made him unprecedentedly satisfied.

Looking at the account book in hand, the black skull nodded again and again, complimenting, "Good job, very good."

"We have enough supplies now, I suggest taking some canned food to Liberty City for arms and slaves," while the boss was happy, Bills grinned and suggested while hot, "We must be early In preparation, sooner or later the National Guard will come to trouble us, and the people of NAC, but we have looted them a whole cargo ship. "

"Slave?" The black skeleton pulled out his ear and waved his hand in disapproval. "Why is that kind of stuff everywhere? Why take the canned goods for a change? Rodney, you take a few trucks of brothers to the city in a while Go around, grab some work, and get me some ocean horses by the way. "

"Good boss, wrap it around me." Rodney said excitedly with a bloodthirsty flash in his eyes.

All these days I have been watching the slave work, and his long-time idle egg hurts.

He is a militant at heart. Although his life here is comfortable, it is not the life he wants Rodney. Only looting and killing can make him feel happy from the heart, and can make him feel comfortable.

Seeing that, a bit of bitter smile appeared on Bills's face, and he sighed in his heart that this boss seemed destined not to be a warlord. Even if NAC left him an entire city, it would become a predator's bunker in his hand. When NAC's legacy is squandered, most of them will have to return to the desert.

Bills still wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth and lowered his head to recede.

Although his boss can occasionally listen to his opinions, he ca n’t persuade him when it comes to issues of principle. From him, you can find all the shortcomings of black people, such as laziness, such as stubbornness, such as stupidity, such as never thinking about tomorrow ...

If placed before the war, this idiot must starve to death in a slum.

But there is no way. It ’s the end time. This is wasteland. Violence is the only criterion. Whoever has the big fist will be the boss ...

......

On the other side, Jiang Chen took the guard and returned to Santa Monica Airport before the sun went down. When he just walked into the airport building, he saw two supervised supervisors coming out of the ticket gate holding two bodies.

Judging from the tattoos on the corpse, most of them were predators who wanted to escape.

For those predators who put their crooked brains on themselves, Jiang Chen is not very polite. He had already asked his captain of the guard to explain to Han Yue. If he met the disobedient thorns, he would just kill him.

Walking into the waiting room, Zheng Shanhe was sitting in his chair, holding a map to study. Jessica marked the survivors ’settlements, raider camps, and even the shelters she knew on the map of Los Angeles attached to the airport brochure.

Seeing that the marshal came in, he immediately put away the map and stood up for a military salute.

"How is it going on the runway?"

After hearing Jiang Chen ’s inquiry, Zheng Shanhe immediately reported to Jiang Chenhui, "Some disobedient thorns have been killed. Those ghosts are much more honest. Now the runway has been repaired by 40% and has been working overnight If so, it should be no problem to fix it before noon tomorrow. "

"Very good." Jiang Chen nodded.

Looking at the people crouching in the corner of the waiting room, Zheng Shanhe then asked Jiang Chen, "How do those people deal with it? Do we always bear their rations?"

"In a while, you call them downstairs for training, and ask if they are willing to work with NAC. If you are willing to stay, you can take three nutritional mixtures a day. After two months, you can discuss treatment. Leave on your own, do n’t get in the way here. "

The price of three nutritional mixtures ranges from five to ten bottle caps. Most survivors can barely fill their stomachs with two a day. For those poor people who have not yet come to a stop, this treatment can be counted. Very conscience.

According to the rules on the waste soil, NAC destroyed the airport gang. These captives who originally belonged to the airport gang will continue to be slaves as NAC trophy. Now NAC is willing to talk to them about treatment, and most of them will gratefully kneel down to sing and conquer.

The fifty people were collected and armed with a few guns. There was no problem with a cannon fodder.

"I will go now."

"Wait later, this matter is not urgent," stopped Zheng Shanhe who was about to walk towards the wall, Jiang Chen found a chair to sit down, and continued to say, "I have more Important things to discuss with you. "

Back to Jiang Chen, Zheng Shanhe waited respectfully for Jiang Chen's following.

"I plan to take the colony back from the black skeleton. According to Han Yue, there should be a lot of our captives in their hands, and these people are still alive with a high probability. There are also materials that were taken away by them. , It ’s a waste to put it in their hands. "

"It's up to us a few?" Zheng Shanhe froze, sweating forehead, "This is too risky, we still wait for the expeditionary army to come over ..."

"When the Expeditionary Force landed in North America, it would have to wait as soon as a month later, and when they backed the captives in front of them as hostages, the problem would become more difficult." In the mountains and rivers, Jiang Chen smiled and continued, "And, who told you that we are the only ones?"