Chapter 1540 NAC in Africa

More than two months have passed since the passage between the end of the world and the present world was opened, and the first business of Future Human Development in Africa has been officially launched. With more than 50 agricultural machinery, two hundred employees from Future Development set foot on the legendary African continent.

"Is this Africa?" Standing on the port, the man wearing a baseball cap narrowed his eyes and looked at the grassland outside the port.

His name is Feng Yuan. He used to be the general manager of East Asia Construction Company, and now he is the general manager of the African office of Future People Development. When he was about twenty-five years old, he accepted an assignment from the company and worked in Africa for about two years. I returned to Wanghai City about two or three years before the war. After the war broke out, I was lucky enough to hide in a shelter. I lay in a sleeping cabin and waited until a year ago to wake up.

Now, decades have passed, and the place is still the same, with almost no changes.

The apocalypse that happened to other continents seems to have nothing to do with this place. From any angle, this place and Wanghai City are completely different.

Outside the port is the endless grassland, which is dry and yellow as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, there are a few green trees standing alone in the middle of the wilderness. The hillside in the distance is covered with low bushes. Herds of animals that look somewhat similar to antelopes are walking leisurely on the grassland.

"Mombasa is a dozen kilometers over there, and our tribe is there." Walking from the office next to the port, a black man wearing short sleeves came over, looked at Feng Yuan and said, "Hurry up and get on your way. , our chief wants to see you.”

"Speaking of which, what is the name of your tribe?" Feng Yuan asked.

The African native said a long list of words.

Feng Yuan and the assistant beside him looked at each other, and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Can you please be brief?"

"Gangya, you can call our tribe this name. Chief Duamang likes this name very much." At this moment, the wizard who had been following Chief Zaria came over from outside the port. After walking in, he gave a slight nod to Feng Yuan, grinned, showing his white teeth, "You are friends of Chief Duamang, please allow me to be your guide."

"Thank you very much." Feng Yuan nodded slightly and accepted his kindness.

Escorted by several military vehicles, the NAC truck convoy drove on the wilderness road. The billowing dust was kicked back like a rolling wave. The pleasant scenery on both sides is quite good. The only drawback is that the road conditions are really bad.

People here don't seem to have the concept of repairing broken things unless they are going to last forever.

After the NAC took control of the entire Wanghai City, the first thing they did was to build roads. At least they repaired the roads from the 6th Block to other NAC survivor settlements, and then installed maglev road piles.

However, the people here were different. Seeing the road leading from the port to the city, Feng Yuan wondered whether this place had been abandoned since before the war.

There are almost no alien species on this continent, and the amount of radiation is the lowest in the world. However, this does not mean that there is no danger here. In a sense, it is much more chaotic and dangerous than other continents.

On the way to Mombasa, Feng Yuan's convoy was attacked.

In fact, it was said to be an attack, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

A group of militants driving an old-style electric pickup truck rushed to a position half a kilometer away from the convoy. They hid behind the bushes and faced the convoy. Bullets flew randomly over the heads of Feng Yuan and others, who were responsible for guarding the convoy. The Gangya tribe soldiers immediately hid behind the convoy, shouting and firing at the armed men half a kilometer away.

Later, thanks to the twenty or so NAC soldiers in the car and a mortar. The shooter who set up his sniper rifle killed five or six armed men on the other side, and the other side immediately ran away like the wind.

That look of scattering,

It really makes people wonder what they were here to do just now.

After the group of bandits left, the wizard named Lu Sambo immediately walked over from behind the team shamelessly and said something without blushing that the Gangya tribe would definitely protect your lives and property. Forgetting the fact that he and his soldiers hid behind the NAC convoy just now...

Feng Yuan didn't intend to pursue it, but he had secretly made up his mind.

When you get back, you must call the company and ask the headquarters to send more bodyguards, preferably a mercenary group. It was useless to count on this group of Africans. We had agreed at the beginning that we would be responsible for the safety of the pioneers, but as a result, one or two of them hid behind when they started fighting.

Soon, the convoy finally arrived at the edge of the city, and the outline of Mombasa could be seen from a distance. However, before entering the city, the first thing that caught Feng Yuan's eyes was a poor and backward urban area.

The wide road is dotted with low sand and mud houses and crooked alleys on both sides. Hemp ropes are strung in the middle of the alleys, with colorful cloth strips hanging on them.

This is probably a slum. According to the wizard named Lusambo, this city named Mombasa is now occupied by the Gangya tribe. From here to the north shore of Lake Victoria, it is the land of the Gangya tribe.

Of course, not all people here are from the Gangya tribe. Only the people who live in the city are the people of the Gangya tribe, while those who live in the slums outside the city are mostly homeless people from other tribes or no tribe at all, as well as refugees who have fled from Europe and South Asia.

Feng Yuan noticed that not only Europeans and Asians had a miserable life here, but many black people themselves also lived in misery. Fighting between people from different tribes is commonplace, ranging from street fights to armed conflicts. Except for those in the city who are relatively decent, most of the people outside the city are skin and bones.

Feng Yuan secretly estimated in his heart.

The population of this city alone is probably hundreds of thousands. However, with such a large population and a large area of ​​land, no one is willing to leave the slums to reclaim the large wasteland outside the city. They are even willing to contract Let foreigners take care of it.

The best seller here is bullets, which can sometimes even be used as currency in transactions. Bullets shipped from NAC are the most popular because they have a low jamming rate and relatively good accuracy. As for the bullets produced by Africans themselves, most of them are inferior products.

Either sand was mixed into the gunpowder, or the primer of the bullet was damp.

When it comes to cheating on your own people, no one seems to be better at it than black people.

Just when Feng Yuan was looking at the street scene outside the window and thinking about how to gain more benefits for future development, the motorcade had arrived at Mombasa's city hall. Lu Sambo, who was wearing a wizard's robe, got off the car and walked to the head of the convoy with a cane. He looked at Feng Yuan who jumped out of the car and smiled slightly.

"We have arrived. Please allow me to take you to see our Chief Duamang now. The banquet has been waiting for you for a long time."

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