Chapter 1,100 North America in the Wasteland

"It's already July."

"yes."

Holding Yao Yao's little hand, Jiang Chen strolled on the streets of the Sixth District, looking at the bustling market, a sense of pride and accomplishment could not help but arise from the bottom of Jiang Chen's heart.

Supplies gradually became abundant, people no longer had a disheveled look on their faces, and the clothes on their bodies were no longer fancy clothes haphazardly sewn from exotic skins and rags. Bankrupt people no longer have to sell themselves into slavery. Although NAC's subsistence allowance will not make people live very comfortably, it will definitely not starve to death.

Neat concrete houses have re-emerged from the ruins, replacing the shacks that were once built with iron sheets and wooden supports. The landscape that was originally only visible in the inner circle has now spread to the outer circle, benefiting every survivor. .

The order of the market no longer needs to be maintained by hanging human heads and sprinkling formalin on corpses. For the first time, the word law regains its meaning in this soil. If someone dares to disrupt order, the NAC's wolf-like garrison troops will immediately let them know how stupid their behavior is.

Almost every month Jiang Chen would patrol the NAC area with his personal guards, sometimes in the Sixth District, sometimes in Jia City, Hang City or Hongcheng, except for Yizhou Island because it was too far away. In addition, he has inspected all settlements with more than 10,000 people.

The Sixth District is undoubtedly the most developed of all settlements.

On the one hand, this kind of inspection is to understand the sentiments of the people, but mainly to strengthen his own rule, and at the same time to establish a sense of presence among the survivors, so as not to disappear and those people will forget what they even look like.

Guards wearing exoskeletons lined up on the left and right, with power armor walking beside them, leaving enough space while protecting Jiang Chen and Yao Yao in the middle.

No matter where he went, soldiers, merchants, and civilians would always look at him with only awe and admiration. Some even stopped and tipped their hats to him.

As the marshal of NAC, he is not only the ruler here, but also the spiritual leader in the hearts of all survivors.

In addition to the people who admired him, there were countless pregnant girls looking at him with innocent eyes. Because of the generally excellent genotypes, apart from those women who are too "skinny", there are also some beautiful and fragrant beauties among them.

As for the little girl he was holding, they had selectively ignored her. Polygamy is not a rare thing in the wasteland. Having more spouses is both the privilege and the obligation of the strong.

Even "civilized people" who have just woken up from before the war,

After accepting the reality that civilization is dead, they will remain silent about the concept of mate selection under the law of the jungle, and even take the initiative to cater to it. In order to live a life without nutritional supplements for three meals a day, most of them who have gone through the "struggle period" will choose to get close to those powerful men, ignoring how many spouses he already has.

The sight of those women made Yao Yao very uncomfortable, and the instinctive sense of crisis made Xiao Luo.li panic and subconsciously leaned on Jiang Chen's arm.

Before coming out, Sister Sun Jiao told her in every possible way that she must take good care of Brother Jiang Chen, otherwise there would be more and more sisters in the family. She knew very well what those women's gazes meant, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Thinking of his meager figure, Yao Yao pouted in frustration.

If only the breasts were a little bigger...

Thinking of this, Yao Yao sighed.

Although Brother Jiang Chen occasionally kissed her and couldn't help but do strange things, all his actions stopped at the last door. She is no longer a child, even though the cryogen has hindered her development and temperament, she is already twenty in terms of age.

However, Brother Jiang Chen always treats her as a child, and she can do what Sisters Sun Jiao and Xiaorou can do.

If you don't try it, how will you know if it tastes good or not?

"Don't you like summer?" Looking at Xiao Luo Li's slightly pouted mouth, Jiang Chen misunderstood her thoughts and reached out to rub her fluffy hair, "Such good weather is rare."

"I like it, but after summer, brother Jiang Chen rarely comes back..." Yao Yao hid her body behind Jiang Chen's arm, gently grasped his sleeve with her little hands, and said softly. .

"How come, Yao Yao's hot pot is so delicious, I'm looking forward to winter." Jiang Chen took Yao Yao's little hand again and squeezed it gently, Jiang Chen said with a smile.

But speaking of it, it would be great if the Holy Shield system could be repaired before this year.

The end of the world has entered the Little Ice Age, and in the next unknown number of years, the weather will only get colder and colder. Wanghai City is located in the south, which is pretty good. Jiang Chen heard that at the beginning of the year, in the area north of Shangjing, entire settlements were often frozen into dead cities, and the people who couldn't survive degenerated into cannibals.

I don’t know how the old people further north can survive. This is not a problem that can be solved with a bottle or two of vodka.

Even, it is not immune from this global disaster.

Holding Yao Yao's little hand, Jiang Chen led the guards around a few relatively prosperous places in the outer circle, which was the end of this month's routine inspection.

After putting Yao Yao on the returning helicopter, Jiang Chen did not go back with him. Instead, he took the personal guards to the inner circle and went straight to the parliament building, where he found Chu Nan who had just finished a regular meeting.

Just half a month ago, when Jiang Chen came back last time, he hired a warship from the Beluga Research Station to transport a fifty-man reconnaissance force across the Pacific to the North American continent.

In fact, he had been curious a long time ago. Asia was basically reduced to ruins, so what would the North American continent be like?

Although neither China nor PAC has ever landed in North America on a large scale, there are many nuclear bombs in the inventory to greet North America.

Jiang Chen is also curious about Africa. It is said that the whole world has been hit by nuclear bombs, but the black uncles were not directly affected because they were too poor. They only took a few puffs of second-hand smoke from nuclear explosions from the passing monsoon, and finally died on their own. He fought with his own people to death.

However, he could not care about places as far away as Africa for the time being. The Indian Ocean was said to be home to giant sea beasts hundreds of meters long, and it would not be easy to cross it before figuring out the route. Although there are many epic alien species in the Pacific, the risk is relatively much lower if we go around the Bering Strait.

After meeting Chu Nan, Jiang Chen didn't say much and asked straight to the point.

"Is there any news from North America?"

"As per your request, our people have established an outpost on the west coast."

Although he didn't quite understand why the marshal was interested in the North American continent, Chu Nan still sent a reconnaissance force there according to his request. A simple outpost was established on the ruins of the west coast, and a radio communication base station was set up to communicate with the Sixth Contact us around the block.

After hearing Chu Nan's report, Jiang Chen smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

"Oh? Then tell me, how is the situation there?" (To be continued.) Activate a new website