Time returned to a few days ago.
Just as NAC established a colony in California, it ushered in a group of uninvited guests.
"Damn, where are the people going!"
One foot on the seat of the colonial government house, the black sputum spit out the cigarette **** in his mouth.
Three days ago, he came to the colony of NAC with his brethren. 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 go to the building overnight, leaving only one half-built fortress and a reinforced concrete construction site.
Out of fear of NAC, Blackbird waited for three days with his brothers outside the colony. However, in these three days, his last bit of awe was also exhausted by the infinite waiting.
He now has a group of slaves on his hands, all of which are fresh from the refuge in the desert between California and Nevada. Of course, the word good goods is only applicable to the NAC site. Besides the NAC people, who will go to these three picks and four can't do the living garbage?
Yes, there are no yellow-skinned buyers who are arrogant, and the "goods" in his hands are the uncompromising garbage! And still eat his rice bucket of more than 600 nutritional ingredients every day!
This loss made him feel a big fire.
Well, if the group of yellow people don't plan to pay for their slaves, then he will go in and get it!
With such an idea, he sneaked into the fort that had already gone to the sky, and searched around. However, the facts are desperate. Some people have already visited this place in advance. There is not even an empty can in the warehouse. All the valuable things have been searched by the scavengers who wandered on the wasteland in California.
"Fuck, where are the yellow-skinned monkeys going!" Standing in the window of the Governor's office, looking at the empty colony outside the window, the black cockroaches couldn't stand it anymore, leaving the humble half a month ago behind. , yelling loudly.
"Is it a trouble to get into trouble, all running?" Standing behind him, a predator shaving Moxi's head, stepping forward, scanning the dusty mountains of the Governor The office, hesitantly said, "The National Guard people have always regarded them as nails in their eyes. It is very likely that the group of shovels did it."
"I don't want to know what troubles they have. I just want to know what we should do with these slaves!" I sat down, "Tony Club, yes, yes! Who do you remember how to contact them?"
Tony Club, California's famous cannibal tribe, except for NAC people, perhaps only they can understand the beauty of the blues. It’s just that they don’t have a lot of money, and they can’t make any high prices for those who become food.
But now I can't take care of that much, Black Scorpion just wants to stop loss, even if a person only sells ten caps, he is willing!
"Boss..." The Mosi dry man hesitated, and said, "The Tony Club last month was suppressed by the National Guard."
"This bunch of fools!" Black said.
The Governor’s office is silent, and everyone can see that the anger of his head is approaching the critical point of the explosion infinitely. No one dares to look uncomfortable at this time.
Estimated that the boss's gas has almost disappeared, standing next to Mosi's head, the face is covered with radiation spots, and the body does not look like other strong predators, stepping forward and presenting themselves Suggestions.
He is the dog-headed division of the black gang, and the only one who is standing here, the only one who can let the boss listen to what he said.
"The boss is angry, although we didn't find the NAC, but they left us the entire colony..." Speaking of this, the dog-headed officer's mouth evoked a hazy smile. "We can completely use this." As a new stronghold, the fortress will grow our gang."
This idea sounds good, but I am still hesitant to think about leaving the desert where I live.
There are no succulent thorny thorns and anti-radiation cactus in the plains, which means that if they want to get a nutrient mixture and anti-sunning, they must cultivate the mutated plants through other means, such as farming in other survivors. When I started farming, what troubles would come up with a swarm of bees.
"But the desert is where we are familiar, such a big fortress..."
"Boss," the dog-headed military officer persuaded, "Do you want to be a bandit for a lifetime, or want to be a big warlord like Paul Levier, Brian Eddie? Just hold this one." Fortress, you can be the most powerful big man in California!"
Paul Levi is the leader of Steel City and commanding the entire California National Guard. Brian Eddie is the president elected by Liberty City and the leader of the California Miners Organization "One Minute Man." They are the most powerful men in California, and even the survivors of the distant East Coast are awesome.
Heihe touched his chin and nodded slightly, feeling that his subordinates seemed to have a point.
Although he was chosen between the leader and the bandits, he would definitely choose the latter, but he did get tired of the sand caught in the cold wind and the life without a fixed place.
Although the NAC people have gone through the process, the cans and instant noodles in the warehouse have been searched, but they have unexpectedly left a lot of useful things, such as machine tools for making bullets, construction machinery for various purposes, and a large amount of construction materials. ......
He now has guns in his hand, and slaves who work hard, and can't hold this land of nowhere.
"Take a call to the brethren in the California desert, let them stop their work, and take all the family to the West Coast."
"I will go!" Moses dried the head of the predator and nodded quickly and ran outside the door.
The black cockroach tilted the leg of the chair and put the rifle aside. Just as he thought about what else to prepare, there was a melodious whistle in the distance.
The people in the room squatted and looked at each other.
The black scorpion sat up from the chair and walked quickly to the window facing the coast, looking into the seams of the harbour. Almost at the same time, a predator ran wildly from the outside, panting and reporting
"Boss, a cargo ship is close to the port, with the flag of NAC hanging on it!"
The predators in the room were in awe.
"Shet! Is it that the NAC people are back?!"
"What should I do?! If they think we have stolen their cans..."
"What do you want to shut up!"
He slammed a scorpion, and the black scorpion took a rifle and swept it against the ceiling. Cement ash and plastic chips sprinkled from the ceiling, and on the heads of all the people who were talking about it, the crowds showed their fearful expressions and looked down at their boss.
"What are the goods on the freighter? Can you see it clearly?" The vulture looked like a haze, staring at the warrior's predator at the door, and the black man lowered his voice and asked, "It is power on the deck." Armor? Is it still a soldier wearing an exoskeleton? And the NAC warship is also behind?"
"No, there is only one freighter," I was afraid that this murderous demon would give his chest a few shuttles. The predator swallowed and replied, "The deck is full of containers, which are loaded with Probably canned..."