Chapter 1,387 Clues

Back to a week ago, the NAC cargo ship docked at the colonial port. Unexpectedly, what greeted them was not the compatriots who had gone to North America first, but a group of armed bandits.

There are indeed many weapons on the freighter, but the firepower is still more than one level lower than those of the predators on the shore. The marauders soon stormed the decks and captured the wounded soldiers and colonists on board. According to Han Yue's self-report, he risked his life and jumped into the sea to escape the predators.

"How many are there?" Jiang Chen asked after thinking for a moment.

"I don't know, the situation was very chaotic, with bullets and explosions everywhere. About a hundred people? Maybe more than two hundred. In short, their firepower was very fierce, not only heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, but also drones and Several armored vehicles.”

It is impossible for a few armored vehicles to capture NAC's colonies in North America, and even dozens more are impossible. Fifty units of power armor, which can already make up a quarter of a power armor brigade, plus 450 sets of exoskeletons, Jiang Chen, the bully who swept across the west coast, did not boast, but huddled in the fortress to defend himself. There is no problem at all, not to mention that there are so many fixed weapons built on the fortress.

"How many people escaped besides you?" Jiang Chen asked next.

"I don't know... there may be one or two more. I saw someone falling into the water, but I can't tell whether it was a living person or a corpse..." At this point, Han Yue looked a little ashamed on his face. After all, at that time He chose to run away.

"It's nothing. You are not a soldier. There is no shame in running away." Seeing what he was thinking, Jiang Chen reached out and patted his shoulder, then said, "Are there any signs on those predators? Or flags or something like that?" Something like this.”

As he spoke, Jiang Chen took out a stained rag with a pattern of an airplane painted on it with red paint.

This is the logo of the Airport Gang. The "natives" in North America seem to like to do performance art. When Jiang Chen went downstairs, he saw them hanging this piece of rag in the center of the lobby on the second floor of the airport. He thought it was an eyesore and pulled it off. down.

Looking at the flag, Han Yue thought hard for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "I remembered that all of them were wearing black cloth masks with the same logo painted in white paint."

"What sign?"

"A skeleton!"

White skull?

Jiang Chen touched his chin.

Based on this clue, the people who are occupying the colony now are probably the Skeleton Gang or the White Skull Gang. However, Jiang Chen still doesn't believe that just a gang of predators can take away his colony.

Although Zhou Guoping had some problems with his character, his IQ was not a problem, otherwise Jiang Chen would not have left the North American colonies to him. Maybe Jessica and Hardy, who were also predators, would know something, and maybe those in Chinatown could give his brother some good advice.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen asked the last question.

"Last question, how did you get here?"

Santa Monica Airport and the port are still quite far apart. From the map, the straight-line distance is two kilometers.

"I heard from the sailors on the ship that there is a Chinatown near Santa Monica, and it has always had a good relationship with the colony, so I plan to borrow a radio station from them, and at least feed back the situation in the colony to Wanghai City," he said. Here, a wry smile appeared on Han Yue's face, "However, the sailor didn't tell me where Chinatown was. When I passed by the airport, I wondered if there would be a map of Los Angeles here, so I came in and took a look, but there was no map. I thought I fell into their trap as soon as I entered."

Chinatown in Santa Monica?

Hearing these words, Jiang Chen's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

If he remembered correctly, Los Angeles' Chinatown should be in the city center.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be true. After all, the difference in historical trends between the current world and the end of the world is not small. Even Santa Monica has an airport popping up, so it doesn't seem surprising that Chinatown would be nearby.

For safety reasons, Jiang Chen still verified his identity.

The identity information of all NAC citizens is bound to fingerprints and irises, and is included in the database of the Logistics Department. As a marshal, he can naturally check it at will. Although traditional communication methods are temporarily unable to contact Wanghai City, Jiang Chen's watch is not only equipped with traditional electromagnetic wave communication methods, but also has a cross-dimensional communication chip designed by Lin Ling.

As if by magic, Jiang Chen took out a scanner gun that looked like a razor from the storage space. Jiang Chen shook his eyes and then scanned out his personal information.

[Han Yue, male, 25 years old, pre-war occupation: bank security guard. Obtained NAC lower-class citizenship in January 2019, registered as a colonist on September 10, 2020, and volunteered to go to the North American wasteland. 】

"Give him a gun." Pointing at Han Yue, Jiang Chen turned to Zheng Shanhe and said, "We already have a candidate for the supervisor. You try to clear the runway before tomorrow night. I will take people to Chinatown later. .”

"How about I go?" Zheng Shanhe hesitated and said.

"No, I need to understand the situation in North America. It's better to go there in person. Since Chinatown has a good relationship with the North American colonies, there is a high probability that they will assist us." After leaving these words, Jiang Chen said to Hou Walk outside the machine.

Without further insistence, Zheng Shanhe nodded, took a rifle from the side and threw it over. Looking at Han Yue who hurriedly caught the rifle, he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "From now on, you are a NAC soldier. , I hope you can adapt to your new identity as soon as possible and perform well, I am optimistic about you."

"What should I do?" Holding the rifle, Han Yue asked at a loss, "Clean the airport? I..."

"It's not your job to clean up the airport. We will tell the looters how to do the work. You are the overseer, and you are responsible for helping us watch them work. If they don't obey, you treat them to peanuts. That's it. It's that simple. Don't tell me that you haven't killed anyone in all your life."

"I worked as a caravan guard for a few months..." Han Yue said with a smile.

Of course he had killed people, and he had killed a few, but he still hadn't fully adapted to his new identity.

"That's easy," Zheng Shanhe pointed to the slaves behind him who were looking timidly, "These guys probably don't understand Mandarin. Since you signed up to come to North America, I hope you can at least speak English. In a moment. You go pick a few people who can communicate as your helpers, and I will give them a pistol and a few bullets to assist you in management."

Seeing that Zheng Shanhe, who was wearing power armor, was about to leave, Han Yue hurriedly took two steps forward and asked.

"Can I ask who you are? I mean, are you the Expeditionary Force, or the First Division... I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask where my organization is now."

Hearing these words, Zheng Shanhe was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his thumb and pointed at the door of the waiting room.

"Do you know who the person was who was talking to you just now?"

Han Yue swallowed and said in a reserved tone.

"May I ask...who is the big shot?"

"The one who scares you to death when I say his name." Zheng Shanhe said with a grin.