Chapter 1,361 The Rising Star

Apocalypse, West Coast of North America.

Ragged workers pushing carts and under the command of supervisors walked through the steel-lined construction site, delivering cement and concrete bricks to the hands of construction workers. Huge engineering vehicles are plowing back and forth between the concrete walls, and a giant fortress has begun to take shape.

According to the NAC military government's plan for this place, this fort will be used as the first phase of the colonial project. The second and third phases of the project will be centered on this fort and expand outward to include residential areas, commercial areas, industrial areas, and logistics areas. Functional blocks such as transmission and distribution centers, ports and even entertainment facilities.

As the governor of this colony, Zhou Guoping was very proud.

Recalling his conversation with Jiang Chen in Shangjing City, he was now extremely grateful for his decision. He did not choose to return to the prosperous Wanghai City to retire, but came to this undeveloped virgin land. Instead of spending the rest of his life fearfully in the shadow of Chu Nan, always worrying about the possible revenge, how could he be as happy as being a local emperor in the distant North American continent?

Turning all the money allocated by the Logistics Department and all the credits he had into tools and raw materials needed for construction, Zhou Guoping took a letter of appointment signed by the marshal himself and sailed through the Bering Strait on a transport ship produced by the NAC Shipyard. safe passage, and arrived at the west coast of the North American continent together with the reinforced soldiers.

Not long after arriving here, he skillfully implemented NAC's colonial policy, taking full advantage of localized management, uniting some survivors with interests, and then driving this group of vested interests to assist them in enslaving other survivors.

Currently, there are already 20,000 workers working on the construction site, adding bricks and mortar to NAC's North American colonies. The price they paid was only hundreds of boxes of canned food, two trucks of instant noodles, and tens of thousands of fruit-flavored high-calorie nutritional mixtures.

It won't be long before this place will become a paradise that the survivors of all North America yearn for, and as the governor of this colony, he will also become a person inferior to ten thousand people. And all of this was something he never dared to think about...

Outside the construction site, a pair of poorly equipped mercenaries were patrolling.

Half a month ago, their name was the Blood Ax Mercenary Group. Now, although their name is still Blood Ax, they have been hired by the NAC people as long-term partners. Their usual tasks are basically patrolling, and occasionally settling things for the NAC people. Some troubles are not troubles at all in the eyes of local snakes like them.

As the leader of the mercenary group, Blood Ax is very satisfied with his current life.

Not only because of the remuneration offered by NAC, but also because he and his brothers have come out of precarious days and now live a life with no worries about food and clothing.

Carrying a brand-new rifle, Blood Ax patrolled the edge of this concrete fortress with his boys as usual, picking up binoculars and looking into the distance from time to time.

Not far away, curls of dust were rising.

After confirming that a convoy was approaching, Blood Ax took out the walkie-talkie as usual and notified the colony, and then led his brothers to greet them.

"Stop! The front is NAC territory, please explain your purpose!"

The convoy stopped, and the mercenaries standing on the truck jumped out one after another.

Blood Ax gestured to the boys behind him, turned on the safety of the rifle in his hand, and carefully guarded the mercenaries with unknown intentions in front of him.

"We are the Black Skeletons of Nevada." Walking about ten meters in front of Blood Ax, the leading black man gestured to the mercenaries behind him, instructing them to put away their weapons and express their identity to Blood Ax and others. no offence. After completing these actions, he then looked at Blood Ax, grinned and said, "We have no ill intentions, we are just here to discuss business with you."

Black skull.

A name that is feared in Nevada.

The all-terrain assault vehicle, which has been modified with heavy firepower, moves like the wind in the boundless sea of ​​​​sand like a sandstorm. Because of its sturdy combat style, it has become an eternal nightmare for caravans traveling between California and Nevada.

In addition to plundering caravans, attacking two-headed cattle herds, and occasionally fighting with mutant tribes, they occasionally engage in slave trading. Especially in the past few months, the profits of slave trading have become larger and larger. They even have a tendency to change their profession and put the cart before the horse as their main business. They rarely touch those difficult caravans.

Speaking of the increasingly heated slave trade, it is also inseparable from these outsiders on the West Coast.

NAC's large-scale construction requires a large amount of labor. Especially their attitude of not rejecting anyone who came, the slave market in California, which was originally in low demand, suddenly became in short supply.

In the Nevada desert, there are hundreds of public and private shelters, large and small.

Originally, the residents of these shelters were the cheapest slaves in the North American wasteland, because not only did they have poor survival ability, but they were also unable to do heavy work, and few survivor forces were willing to pay for them. However, after the arrival of this group of outsiders, this situation changed drastically.

The generous yellow forces seem to have a soft spot for these survivors who emerge from the shelter. Especially for those engineers or scientific researchers who hold advanced skill certificates in a certain field, the price offered by NAC is as high as a box of canned fresh meat.

That's canned meat!

In any survivor group, a box of canned meat with a NAC anti-counterfeiting label can be exchanged for a rifle bullet of the same weight. Moreover, it is a high-quality standard bullet, far from being a high-end product comparable to the low-quality bullets circulating in the black market!

Now even the survivors in the capital on the east coast have heard of the name NAC. One can imagine how shocking the impact NAC has had on the North American survivors.

"Five hundred slaves, all from the shelter," the strong black man pointed at the group of sallow slaves in the truck, grinned at the NAC officer in a flattering manner, rubbed his hands and said impatiently, "Let me Look at your goods.”

"After we evaluate, you will naturally see what belongs to you." He said expressionlessly, the officer wearing a mechanical exoskeleton gestured to the soldiers behind him, and two medical staff stood beside the four soldiers. He was escorted to the side of the truck.

The mercenaries standing around the truck stepped aside to make way for the NAC people.

As usual, NAC medical staff will conduct a comprehensive assessment of the slave's quality before trading. From health status to various physical attributes, as well as simple inquiries and assessments of professional knowledge and skills.

After waiting anxiously, the strong black man finally saw his batch of goods - twenty boxes of canned fresh meat, ten tons of rice, and a box of fine cigarettes. Pulling these things to Liberty City, a hundred kilometers away and controlled by One Minute Man, can easily sell 400,000 bottle caps. If it were taken further to Texas, it could even be sold for a sky-high price of 600,000 bottle caps.

Full of joy, they ordered people to load the goods onto the truck, and the group climbed onto the truck again, turned around and left.

From beginning to end, Xue Ax watched expressionlessly, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

As a Californian, although his range of activities does not include the eastern desert, any survivor walking in California will be familiar with the reputation of the Black Skull.

Whether it was the California National Guard or the militia group "One Minute Men," these gangsters wearing skull turbans never paid attention to them. However, in front of NAC, they acted honestly like businessmen. Started serious business.

It’s like the sun is coming out in the west!

Maybe these outsiders can bring real order to the chaotic California?

With this idea that even he himself found unrealistic, Blood Ax said hello to the NAC officer and led his younger brothers towards the other end of the colony...