Chapter 1,363 Nuclear Warhead on the Coast

The end of the world, the North American colonies.

Zhou Guoping summoned colonial officials and held a simple meeting in his governor's palace.

"...The first phase of the project is only halfway through, and we need more slaves to build our colony. Our colony is already quite crowded now, and the outside of the construction site is crowded with refugees wandering from other places. I suggest that we can start immediately To start the second phase of the project, we will first develop the residential areas outside the fort.”

"We are colonists, not here to do charity in North America. We have more than 30,000 workers, and the population is already large enough. What we need now is money, not more people," Zhou Guoping emphasized again, " Not bottle caps, not crystals, but credits.”

I haven’t seen pork, but I have seen pigs running.

Having been an underground party member in Sixth District, Hongcheng and Shangjing City for so long, Zhou Guoping didn't have any special talent in governing, but he was not blind. For example, the most critical point is very clear to him, that is, no matter what he does, the word money cannot be separated.

The budget has been almost spent, and the first thing the colony must solve now is the funding problem. The funding here does not refer to the North American survivors, but the credits circulating within the NAC.

From the most basic construction steel bars to high-end arms production lines, the material gap in this new colony is far greater than it seems on the surface. The only thing that is not lacking may be food and the refugees attracted by the food.

Food is a good thing that can be sold anywhere. However, if you rely solely on food, it will be difficult to obtain truly good things from these ordinary survivors.

Both the National Guard and the One Minute Man are quite cautious about NAC's actions on the west coast.

In particular, the National Guard, which claims to be orthodox, regards NAC people as the "remnants" of Pan-Asian cooperation with pre-war thinking. Although it has never made any hostile behavior towards NAC outposts, it has never done so. I have never given NAC people a good look.

While everyone at the conference table was discussing how to develop colonial local products and deceive investors in the Sixth Street District, a messenger ran in from the outside, performed a military salute, and reported to Zhou Guoping.

"...Our reconnaissance team witnessed a large number of mud crabs in the abandoned port ten kilometers away from the colony, which was suspected to be a mud crab nest."

"Don't bother me with such trivial matters," Zhou Guoping waved his hand impatiently, "Just do whatever you want."

"yes!"

He gave a military salute,

The messenger turned and ran towards the conference room. However, before he could take two steps, he was suddenly stopped by Zhou Guoping.

"Wait a minute," Zhou Guoping stopped the messenger.

The messenger stopped, returned to the conference room, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"May I ask if you have any other orders?"

"What do you think is the difference between the mud crabs in North America and the mud crabs in Asia?" Zhou Guoping rolled his eyes while touching his chin.

Before the orderer could answer, another NAC officer sitting in front of the conference table spoke doubtfully.

"It's larger in size, lighter in color, the claws have jagged barbs, and the roe is milky white... Is there any problem with this?"

"No problem, it's just that I suddenly thought of Yizhou. Do you remember the crab sauce from Yizhou Island Colony? I ate it once and it was delicious." After licking his mouth, Zhou Guoping had a look of fascination in his eyes, and A flash of excitement.

Just now, he suddenly thought of a good way to make money.

The North American colonies can completely follow the example of Yizhou Island and cultivate aquatic products such as mud crabs in coastal areas.

When the time comes, we will give these North American mire crabs a new name that is sufficiently gimmicky to distinguish them from the sea mire crabs in Yizhou, and then use these milky white crab roe to make crab white sauce and sell it to the Sixth District. You will definitely have no worries about sales!

"Clean up that abandoned port and gather all the mire crab eggs inside for me!"

"Yes!" The messenger gave a military salute, turned and left.

…

Outside the abandoned port, rusty containers were piled up haphazardly, and damaged goods were scattered everywhere. For unknown reasons, a large cargo ship washed up on the shore. Half of the ship's hull was stranded on the sloping shore, covered by countless seaweed crawling out of the sea.

Sufficient food, suitable humidity, this semi-humid environment is the favorite of mud crabs.

The next morning, the roar of engines in the distance broke the tranquility of the abandoned port.

More than a dozen trucks, escorted by four Raider infantry vehicles, parked in the open space in front of the port.

Soldiers carrying rifles jumped off the trucks one after another. A small number of them were regular NAC troops, and most of them were mercenaries composed of local survivors. Everyone was divided into two teams and assembled at the front of the motorcade. The NAC officer wearing heavy power armor walked to the front of the team and shouted in a loud voice.

"Okay, cheer up, boys. You have already received the mission statement, so I won't repeat it here. With any luck, we will be able to eat fresh grilled crab roe at noon today."

"What if you are unlucky?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Then it will be made into crab sauce."

NAC engineers stepped forward, placed explosives on the bulkhead of the cabin, and then quickly ran away. Holding the weapons provided by NAC, the mercenaries as the vanguard stood by at a safe distance from the explosive explosion, eager to try out the new equipment in their hands.

With a loud bang, the rusty cabin was blasted open with a gap about half a person's height. Carrying the rocket launcher provided by the NAC soldiers, Blood Ax took the lead in rushing into the freighter stranded on the shore, pointed the disposable rocket launcher at the mire crab that made a hoarse cry, and pulled the trigger.

As a column of smoke rolled away, the explosion's flames lit up the other end of the cabin.

Throwing away the launch tube, Blood Ax quickly picked up the rifle hanging on his back and fired at the mire crab that emerged from the corner of the warehouse. The younger brothers behind him also joined the battle one after another, firing rockets and grenades.

Although the mire crab's carapace is thick, it cannot hold up for long under this round of fire bombardment.

Soon, a sloughing mud crab curled up into a ball and leaned on one side of the corridor. At this time, the NAC regular troops who invaded from the other side of the cabin also joined the battlefield. Using weapons that were obviously one level higher than these mercenaries, they weaved a firepower net called death in the empty cabin.

Sparks danced in the cabin, and soon half of the cabin was cleared. The part that was soaked in water could not be cleaned for the time being. The officer asked the engineers to go up and weld several hatches and fractures with alloy plates to prevent the mud crabs from the underwater part from coming up.

After the engineer finished all this, he shouted to the soldiers behind him.

"Search the area! Collect mire crab eggs! Pay attention to those large follicles, the little ones that come out of them are more difficult to deal with than their father..."

NAC's price for these mire crab eggs is an egg the size of a washbasin in exchange for a bag of instant noodles. Blood Ax likes this bartering method very much. Compared with those prickly bottle caps, he prefers this kind of "hard currency" that can be exchanged for good things anywhere.

After calling on all the boys to collect these crab eggs, he carried his rifle and explored the depths of the cabin, ready to see if there was anything good worth looting. This port has been abandoned for so many years and has obviously been visited countless times by survivors, but this freighter occupied by mire crabs is undoubtedly an unexplored virgin land.

The deeper you go into the cabin, the more humid the surrounding environment becomes, and the denser the slimy seaweed becomes.

At this moment, his EP suddenly flashed a red light, indicating that the radiation value exceeded the standard.

After being slightly stunned, Xue Ax immediately gave himself an injection of anti-radiation. Watching the flashing red light gradually dimming, he stepped forward and continued walking forward.

At the end of the warehouse is a row of broken containers, completely wrapped into a green ball by seaweed. The puddle of water on the ground as high as the soles of his shoes emitted an indescribable fluorescence, making him afraid to take another step forward. It is obvious that the radioactive source is there, and the amount of radiation there is a dose that even anti-radiation agents cannot withstand.

"I discovered the situation here." Blood Ax shouted behind him.

NAC recognizes the value of intelligence discovery.

The things inside were obviously not something he could recover, so he chose to contribute this information to NAC. If the NAC people discover something good here, based on their past behavior, they will definitely not be stingy with rewards for those who have made meritorious deeds.

"What's going on?" An officer wearing power armor walked over with four soldiers.

"The amount of radiation here exceeds the standard," Blood Ax pointed at the container wrapped in seaweed with his thick index finger. "There must be something inside, but I can't be sure."

The officer frowned slightly and walked forward.

Powered armor has top-level radiation resistance and can easily travel through nuclear explosion zones. Naturally, it is not afraid of this level of radiation. When he walked to the container, he raised his thick steel palm and tore open the seaweed stuck to the surface of the container.

"The sign of radioactive materials... there should be something terrible stored inside." The officer turned back and said to one of the soldiers, "Ask the engineers to come over and remember to put on protective clothing."

Soon, an engineer carrying a toolbox trotted over.

Taking out a thigh-thick cutting gun from the tool box, the engineer pressed the sharp blade against the container. In a stream of spray of water mist, the buzzing blade cut into half of the container like cutting tofu. inch, drawing a neat track on the surface of the box.

Staring nervously at the gradually cut open container, Blood Ax's heartbeat was beating fast, silently praying that he would find something good, as this would affect how much bounty he could get today.

Soon, the engineer cut an opening in the container that was two people wide, and then quickly exited the radiation area with the tool box. The officer stepped forward, pulled the half-draped aluminum alloy skin off the container, and stepped into the container.

These mutated algae are so penetrating that they have even penetrated into the container, covering the goods stored in the container. Turning on the tactical flashlight, he reached out and wiped away the seaweed covering the surface.

"Let me see what's inside...the radioactive sign..."

Suddenly, the outstretched hand stopped.

The officer involuntarily took half a step back and whispered to himself in a trembling voice.

"Is this... a nuclear warhead?"