Time went back a few days ago.
Just in the colony established by the NAC in California, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed.
Damn, where are everyone going!
Stepping on the seat of the colonial governor's mansion, the black skeleton vomited off the cigarette butts in his mouth.
Three days ago, he brought his brothers to the NAC colony.However, neither did the mercenaries patrolling near the colony nor the NAC officers who came out to hand over the goods.
The entire colony seemed to be empty overnight, leaving only a half-built fortress and a construction site full of reinforced concrete.
Out of awe of NAC, the Black Skeleton took his brothers to wait anxiously outside the colony for three days.
However, in these three days, his last little awe was exhausted by endless waiting.
He now has a bunch of slaves, all of which were good goods that had just been harvested from a shelter located in the desert between California and Nevada.
Of course, the word good goods only applies to NAC territory. Apart from NAC people, who would ask for these picky garbage that can’t do work?
That’s right, without those generous yellow-skinned buyers, the goods he has in his hands are just perfect garbage!And it’s a bucket of rice that can eat more than 600 nutritional agents every day!
This loss made him feel very angry.
Well, if this group of yellow people doesn't plan to pay for their slaves, then he will go in and get it by himself!
With this idea in mind, his black skeleton rushed into the empty fortress with people and plundered it everywhere.
However, the facts are desperate. Someone must have visited here in advance. There was not even a single empty can in the warehouse. All the valuable things were plundered by scavengers wandering on California wasteland.
Farke, where did these yellow-skinned monkeys go!Standing at the window of the Governor's office, looking at the empty colony outside the window, the black skeleton could no longer bear it, throwing the humility of half a month ago behind his head and cursed.
Could it be that they had caused some great trouble and ran away?Standing behind him, a raider with Moshi's dry head stepped forward two steps, scanned the governor's office with a mountain of dust, and said hesitantly, the National Guard people have always regarded them as thorns in their eyes, and it is very likely that the group of iron bumps were fucked.
I don't want to know what trouble they are in now, I just want to know what to do with these slaves we have now!He slammed the table with a pirate gun. The black skeleton pulled Zhou Guoping's chair irritably and sat down by himself. Tony Club, yes, yes!Who of you still remember how to contact them?
Tony Club, a famous cannibal tribe in California, except for NAC people, perhaps only they can understand the beauty of the Blue Skins.
But they are not generous in their actions and never offer high prices to those slaves who become food.
But now he doesn't care about so many things. The Black Skeleton just wants to stop the loss. Even if one person only sells ten bottle caps, he is willing!
Boss... The Moshi hesitated and said, "The Tony Club's people were suppressed by the National Guard last month.
These fools!The black skeleton cursed.
The Governor's office was silent, and everyone could see that his boss's anger was approaching the critical point of the outbreak, and no one dared to come forward at this time to find it uncomfortable.
As the boss's anger almost subsided, he stood beside Moxi's dry head, the raider with radiation spots on his face and not as strong as others, took two steps forward and made his own suggestions.
He is the dog-headed military advisor of the Black Skeleton Gang, and he is also the only one among everyone standing here who can let the boss listen to what he says.
The boss calmed down. Although we did not find the NAC people, they left us the entire colony... Speaking of this, the dog-headed military advisor had a sinister smile. We can use this fortress as our new stronghold and grow our gang.
This idea sounds good, but the Black Skeleton is still hesitant to leave the desert where he relies on.
There are no plump and juicy thorn fruits and radiation-resistant cactus in the plains, which means that if they want to get nutritional agents and radiation-resistant, they must use other channels, such as farming mutant plants like other survivors' settlements, and once they start farming, any troubles will come in swarms.
But the desert is the place we are familiar with, such a big fortress...
Boss.The dog-headed military advisor persuaded with heartache, do you want to be a bandit who will never live in a stable place for your whole life, or do you want to become a warlord like Paul Levi and Brian Eddie?As long as you keep this fortress, you can become the most powerful boss in California!
Paul Leville is the leader of the Iron City, commanding the entire California National Guard.
Brian Eddie is the president elected by Liberty City and the leader of the California militia One Minute Man.
They are the most powerful men in the whole of California, and even the survivors of the far East Coast are in awe of these two.
The black skeleton touched his chin and nodded slightly, feeling that what his subordinate said seemed to make sense.
Although he would definitely choose the latter if he asked him to choose between the leader and the bandit, he was indeed tired of the sand sand trapped in the cold wind and the life without a fixed place.
Although the NAC people were completely clean and the canned food and instant noodles in the warehouse were also searched, they unexpectedly left many useful things, such as machine tools for making bullets, engineering machinery for various purposes, and a large number of building materials...
He now has a gun and a slave who works in his hands, and he may not be able to defend this homeless land.
Let me call my brothers in the California desert and let them stop all their work and bring all their belongings to report on the West Coast.
I'll go now!The Moshi's raider nodded and ran out the door quickly.
The black skull raised his legs in the chair and placed his rifle aside. Just as he was thinking about what else to prepare, a melodious whistle came from afar.
The people in the room were stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
The black skeleton sat up from the chair and walked quickly to the window facing the coast, looking at the harbor with his eyes narrowed into a slit.
Almost at the same time, a predator ran in from outside in panic, reporting in panic.
Boss, a cargo ship is approaching the port with NAC flag hanging on it!
The raiders in the room were in an uproar.
Shet!Could it be that the NAC people are back?!
What to do about this?!If they thought we stole their cans…
All of them are fucking shut up!
He yelled in a swearing voice, and the black skeleton picked up the rifle and swept the bullets to the ceiling.
Cement ash and plastic shavings spilled down from the ceiling, and the people who were talking were showing fear on their heads, bowing their heads but not daring to look directly at their boss.
What are the freighters?Can you see clearly?The vulture-like gaze stared at the trembling plunderer at the door. The black skeleton asked in a low voice, "Is the power armor standing on the deck?"Or a soldier wearing an exoskeleton?And the NAC warships are also following?
No, there is only one cargo ship.Fearing that this murderous demon raked his chest a few shuttles, the raider swallowed and replied tremblingly. The deck was piled with containers, which were probably canned inside...
Just in the colony established by the NAC in California, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed.
Damn, where are everyone going!
Stepping on the seat of the colonial governor's mansion, the black skeleton vomited off the cigarette butts in his mouth.
Three days ago, he brought his brothers to the NAC colony.However, neither did the mercenaries patrolling near the colony nor the NAC officers who came out to hand over the goods.
The entire colony seemed to be empty overnight, leaving only a half-built fortress and a construction site full of reinforced concrete.
Out of awe of NAC, the Black Skeleton took his brothers to wait anxiously outside the colony for three days.
However, in these three days, his last little awe was exhausted by endless waiting.
He now has a bunch of slaves, all of which were good goods that had just been harvested from a shelter located in the desert between California and Nevada.
Of course, the word good goods only applies to NAC territory. Apart from NAC people, who would ask for these picky garbage that can’t do work?
That’s right, without those generous yellow-skinned buyers, the goods he has in his hands are just perfect garbage!And it’s a bucket of rice that can eat more than 600 nutritional agents every day!
This loss made him feel very angry.
Well, if this group of yellow people doesn't plan to pay for their slaves, then he will go in and get it by himself!
With this idea in mind, his black skeleton rushed into the empty fortress with people and plundered it everywhere.
However, the facts are desperate. Someone must have visited here in advance. There was not even a single empty can in the warehouse. All the valuable things were plundered by scavengers wandering on California wasteland.
Farke, where did these yellow-skinned monkeys go!Standing at the window of the Governor's office, looking at the empty colony outside the window, the black skeleton could no longer bear it, throwing the humility of half a month ago behind his head and cursed.
Could it be that they had caused some great trouble and ran away?Standing behind him, a raider with Moshi's dry head stepped forward two steps, scanned the governor's office with a mountain of dust, and said hesitantly, the National Guard people have always regarded them as thorns in their eyes, and it is very likely that the group of iron bumps were fucked.
I don't want to know what trouble they are in now, I just want to know what to do with these slaves we have now!He slammed the table with a pirate gun. The black skeleton pulled Zhou Guoping's chair irritably and sat down by himself. Tony Club, yes, yes!Who of you still remember how to contact them?
Tony Club, a famous cannibal tribe in California, except for NAC people, perhaps only they can understand the beauty of the Blue Skins.
But they are not generous in their actions and never offer high prices to those slaves who become food.
But now he doesn't care about so many things. The Black Skeleton just wants to stop the loss. Even if one person only sells ten bottle caps, he is willing!
Boss... The Moshi hesitated and said, "The Tony Club's people were suppressed by the National Guard last month.
These fools!The black skeleton cursed.
The Governor's office was silent, and everyone could see that his boss's anger was approaching the critical point of the outbreak, and no one dared to come forward at this time to find it uncomfortable.
As the boss's anger almost subsided, he stood beside Moxi's dry head, the raider with radiation spots on his face and not as strong as others, took two steps forward and made his own suggestions.
He is the dog-headed military advisor of the Black Skeleton Gang, and he is also the only one among everyone standing here who can let the boss listen to what he says.
The boss calmed down. Although we did not find the NAC people, they left us the entire colony... Speaking of this, the dog-headed military advisor had a sinister smile. We can use this fortress as our new stronghold and grow our gang.
This idea sounds good, but the Black Skeleton is still hesitant to leave the desert where he relies on.
There are no plump and juicy thorn fruits and radiation-resistant cactus in the plains, which means that if they want to get nutritional agents and radiation-resistant, they must use other channels, such as farming mutant plants like other survivors' settlements, and once they start farming, any troubles will come in swarms.
But the desert is the place we are familiar with, such a big fortress...
Boss.The dog-headed military advisor persuaded with heartache, do you want to be a bandit who will never live in a stable place for your whole life, or do you want to become a warlord like Paul Levi and Brian Eddie?As long as you keep this fortress, you can become the most powerful boss in California!
Paul Leville is the leader of the Iron City, commanding the entire California National Guard.
Brian Eddie is the president elected by Liberty City and the leader of the California militia One Minute Man.
They are the most powerful men in the whole of California, and even the survivors of the far East Coast are in awe of these two.
The black skeleton touched his chin and nodded slightly, feeling that what his subordinate said seemed to make sense.
Although he would definitely choose the latter if he asked him to choose between the leader and the bandit, he was indeed tired of the sand sand trapped in the cold wind and the life without a fixed place.
Although the NAC people were completely clean and the canned food and instant noodles in the warehouse were also searched, they unexpectedly left many useful things, such as machine tools for making bullets, engineering machinery for various purposes, and a large number of building materials...
He now has a gun and a slave who works in his hands, and he may not be able to defend this homeless land.
Let me call my brothers in the California desert and let them stop all their work and bring all their belongings to report on the West Coast.
I'll go now!The Moshi's raider nodded and ran out the door quickly.
The black skull raised his legs in the chair and placed his rifle aside. Just as he was thinking about what else to prepare, a melodious whistle came from afar.
The people in the room were stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
The black skeleton sat up from the chair and walked quickly to the window facing the coast, looking at the harbor with his eyes narrowed into a slit.
Almost at the same time, a predator ran in from outside in panic, reporting in panic.
Boss, a cargo ship is approaching the port with NAC flag hanging on it!
The raiders in the room were in an uproar.
Shet!Could it be that the NAC people are back?!
What to do about this?!If they thought we stole their cans…
All of them are fucking shut up!
He yelled in a swearing voice, and the black skeleton picked up the rifle and swept the bullets to the ceiling.
Cement ash and plastic shavings spilled down from the ceiling, and the people who were talking were showing fear on their heads, bowing their heads but not daring to look directly at their boss.
What are the freighters?Can you see clearly?The vulture-like gaze stared at the trembling plunderer at the door. The black skeleton asked in a low voice, "Is the power armor standing on the deck?"Or a soldier wearing an exoskeleton?And the NAC warships are also following?
No, there is only one cargo ship.Fearing that this murderous demon raked his chest a few shuttles, the raider swallowed and replied tremblingly. The deck was piled with containers, which were probably canned inside...
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