Chapter 1,381 The Building Is Empty
?Go back a few days ago.
Just in the colony established by NAC in California, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed.
"Damn it, where have everyone gone!"
With one foot on the seat of the Colonial Governor's Mansion, the black skull spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth.
Three days ago, he brought his brothers to the NAC colony. However, neither the mercenaries patrolling around the colony nor the NAC officers who came out to hand over the goods were seen.
The entire colony seemed to have been deserted overnight, leaving only a half-built fortress and a construction site lined with reinforced concrete.
Out of awe of NAC, Black Skull and his brothers waited anxiously outside the colony for three days. However, just in these three days, his last bit of awe was consumed by the endless waiting.
He now has a group of slaves, all of whom were freshly fished out of a refuge in the desert between California and Nevada. Of course, the term "good goods" only applies to NAC's territory. Who else except NAC people would want these picky and incompetent garbage?
That's right, without those generous yellow-skinned buyers, the "goods" on his hands would be nothing short of garbage! And he’s still a slut who can consume more than 600 bottles of his nutritional mixture every day!
This loss made him feel angry.
Well, if these yellow people are not going to pay for their slaves, then he Black Skull will go in and get them himself!
With this idea in mind, he, Black Skull, led his people into the fortress that had long been deserted, and searched everywhere inside. However, the facts are disappointing. Someone must have visited here in advance. Not even an empty can was left in the warehouse. All valuable things were looted by the scavengers wandering the California wasteland.
"Fake, where have these yellow-skinned monkeys gone!" Standing at the window of the governor's office, looking at the empty colony outside the window, Black Skeleton could no longer bear it and left behind his humility half a month ago. , cursed loudly.
"Did they get into some serious trouble and they all ran away?" Standing behind him, a plunderer with a shaved mohawk took two steps forward and glanced at the dusty governor. office, hesitantly said, "The National Guard has always regarded them as a thorn in their side. It's probably those tough guys who did it."
"I don't want to know what trouble they are in now, I just want to know what to do with the slaves we have now!" Angrily, the butt of his gun hit the table, and the black skull violently pulled Zhou Guoping's chair and committed suicide. He sat down and said, "Tony Club, yes, yes! Do you remember how to contact them?"
Tony Club is a famous cannibal tribe in California. Apart from the people of NAC, perhaps they are the only ones who can understand the beauty of the blueskins. It's just that they are not generous, and they have never been able to offer high prices to the slaves who become food.
But now he no longer cares about so much. Black Skeleton just wants to stop the loss. Even if one person only sells ten bottle caps, he is willing!
"Boss..." The mohawk hesitated for a moment and then said, "Last month, the people in Tony's Club were suppressed by the National Guard."
"These idiots!" Black Skeleton cursed.
There was silence in the governor's office. Everyone could see that their boss's anger was approaching the critical point of exploding.
No one dared to come forward and find discomfort at this time.
I guessed that the boss's anger had subsided a little. Standing next to the mohawk, the predator whose face was covered with radiation spots and whose body didn't look as strong as the others took two steps forward and proposed. suggestions.
He is the dog-headed strategist of the Black Skull Gang, and among all the people standing here, he is the only one who can make the boss listen to what he says.
"Boss, please calm down. Although we didn't find anyone from NAC, they left us the entire colony..." At this point, the dog-headed military advisor raised a sinister smile on his lips, "We can completely destroy this colony." The fort serves as our new base to grow our gang."
This idea sounds good, but Black Skull is still hesitant to leave the desert where he lives.
There are no plump and juicy thorn fruits and radiation-resistant cacti in the plains, which means that if they want to obtain nutrient mixtures and radiation-resistant cactus, they must use other methods, such as cultivating mutant plants like other survivor settlements, and once Once you start farming, all kinds of troubles will come to you in droves.
"But the desert is our familiar place. Such a big fortress..."
"Boss," the dog-headed military advisor warned bitterly, "Do you want to be a bandit with no fixed place for the rest of your life, or do you want to become a big warlord like Paul Revere and Brian Eddie? As long as you hold this city Fortress, you can definitely become the most powerful boss in California!"
Paul Revere was the leader of the Steel City and commanded the entire California National Guard. Brian Eddy is the elected president of Liberty City and the leader of the California militia "One Minute Men." They were both the most powerful men in California, and even the survivors on the far east coast were in awe of these two men.
Black Skull touched his chin and nodded slightly, feeling that what his subordinate said seemed to make sense.
Although he was asked to choose between a leader and a bandit, he would definitely choose the latter, but he was indeed tired of the sand caught in the cold wind and the life of no fixed abode.
Although the NAC people left completely, and the cans and instant noodles in the warehouse were also looted, they unexpectedly left behind many useful things, such as machine tools for making bullets, construction machinery for various purposes, and a large amount of construction materials. …
He now has people with guns and slaves working as coolies, so he may not be able to defend this unclaimed land.
"Call the brothers in the California desert and ask them to stop what they are doing and bring all their belongings to the West Coast to report."
"I'll go right away!" The Mohawk-headed predator nodded and quickly ran out the door.
The black skull tilted the legs of the chair and put the rifle aside. Just as he was thinking about what else needed to be prepared, a melodious whistle came from the distance.
Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
Black Skeleton sat up from the chair and quickly walked to the window facing the coast, narrowing his eyes looking at the harbor. Almost at the same time, a plunderer ran in from outside in a panic and reported breathlessly.
"Boss, a cargo ship is approaching the port with the NAC flag hanging on it!"
The predators in the room were in an uproar.
"Shet! Is it someone from NAC who is back?!"
"What should we do?! What if they think we stole their cans..."
"Shut the hell up!"
After yelling curses, the black skull picked up the rifle and fired a hail of bullets at the ceiling. Cement dust and plastic chips were splashed down from the ceiling, and the people who were talking about each other showed fearful expressions. They lowered their heads and dared not look directly at their boss.
"What are the things on the freighter? Can you see clearly?" The vulture's gloomy eyes stared at the frightened predator at the door. The black skull lowered his voice and asked, "The one standing on the deck is the power. Armor? Or soldiers wearing exoskeletons? And NAC warships, following behind?"
"No, there is only one cargo ship." Fearing that this murderous demon would cause his chest to bulge a few times, the predator swallowed and replied tremblingly, "There are containers piled on the deck, and they contain The ones are probably canned..."
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