The end of the world, North American colonies.
Zhou Guoping summoned the colonial officials and held a simple meeting in his Governor's Mansion.
...The first phase is only halfway through, and we need more slaves to contribute to our colonies.Now our colony is quite crowded, and the outside of the construction site is filled with refugees wandering from other places. I suggest that the second phase of the project can be started immediately and the residential area outside the fortress will be developed first.
We are colonists, not charity in North America.We have more than 30,000 workers, and the population is already large.What we need now is money, not more people.Zhou Guoping once again emphasized that it is not the bottle cap or the sub-crystal, but the credit point.
I have never seen pork, but I have also seen pigs running.
Although Zhou Guoping, who has been an underground party in the Sixth District, Hongcheng and Beijing for so long, has no special talent in governing, he is not blind.
For example, he is very clear about the most important point, that is, no matter what he does, he cannot do without the word money.
The budget has been almost used. Now the first thing the colonies need to solve is the funding problem. The funds here do not refer to North American survivors, but credit points circulating in the NAC territory.
From the most basic building steel bars to high-end arms production lines, the material gap in this new colony is far larger than it seems on the surface. The only thing that is not short of is food and refugees attracted by food.
Food is a good thing, and you don’t have to worry about sales anywhere. However, relying solely on food, it is difficult to exchange for real good things from these ordinary survivors.
Whether it is the National Guard or the One Minuteman, he is very cautious about the NAC's actions on the West Coast.
Especially the national guards who claim to be orthodox, they regard NAC people as the remnants of Pan-Asian cooperation with pre-war thinking. Although they have never acted hostile to the NAC outpost, they have never given NAC people a good face.
Just as everyone at the conference table was discussing how to develop colonial local specialties with their own opinions and fooling investors in the Sixth Block, a messenger ran in from outside, saluted and reported to Zhou Guoping.
...Our reconnaissance team witnessed a large number of sludge crabs in an abandoned port ten kilometers away from the colony, suspected to be sludge crab nests.
Don't bother me with such trivial matters.Zhou Guoping waved his hand impatiently and did whatever he wanted.
yes!
After a military salute, the messenger turned around and ran out of the conference room. However, before he could take two steps, Zhou Guoping suddenly stopped him.
etc.Zhou Guoping stopped the messenger.
The messenger stopped and returned to the conference room and stood attentively and saluted.
What instructions do you have?
What is the difference between these North American sludge crabs and those in Asia?Touching his chin, Zhou Guoping's eyes turned.
Before the messenger could answer, another NAC officer sitting at the conference table spoke in confusion.
It is larger in size, lighter in appearance, crab claws with jagged barbs, and crab roe is milky white... Is there any problem with this?
Nothing is wrong, but I just suddenly thought of Yizhou.Do you still remember the crab mayonnaise from the Yizhou Island Colony?I've eaten it once and it's simply delicious.After licking his mouth, a hint of fascination and excitement appeared in Zhou Guoping's eyes.
Just now, he suddenly thought of a good way to make money.
North American colonies can completely imitate Yizhou Island and breed aquatic products such as sludge crabs in coastal areas.
At that time, give these North American mud crabs a new name, distinguish them from the sea mud crabs in Yizhou, and then make these milky white crab roe into crab white sauce and sell them to the sixth block. You will definitely not have to worry about sales!
Clean up the abandoned port and pick all the sludge crab eggs inside!
yes!The messenger saluted and turned around and left.
……
Outside the abandoned port, rusty containers were piled up in a mess, and the destroyed goods were scattered everywhere.
Because of unknown reasons, a large cargo ship rushed to the shore, and half of its hull was stranded on the slope-shaped shore, covered by countless seaweed crawling out of the sea.
Adequate food, proper humidity, this semi-humid environment is a favorite of sludge crabs.
The next morning, the roar of the engine from afar broke the tranquility of the abandoned port.
More than ten trucks were escorted by four assault infantry vehicles and parked in the open space in front of the port.
Soldiers carrying rifles jumped out of the truck one after another, a small part of them were regular NAC troops and most were mercenaries composed of local survivors.
Everyone was divided into two teams and assembled at the forefront of the team.
The NAC officer in heavy power armor walked to the front of the team and shouted in a thick voice.
Okay, cheer me up, guys.You have received the task book, so I won’t repeat it here.If you are lucky, we will be able to have fresh roasted crab roe at noon today.
What if you are not lucky?Someone couldn't help asking.
Then it is made into crab mayonnaise.
The NAC engineer stepped forward, placed explosives on the bulkheads of the cabin, and ran away quickly.
Holding the weapons provided by the NAC, the mercenaries who were vanguards were on standby from the safe distance of the explosive explosion, eager to trick on the new equipment in their hands.
With the bang, a broken opening about half a man was blown open with a rusty cabin.
Carrying the bazooka provided by the soldiers who were carrying the NAC, the Blood Axe rushed into the freighter stranded on the shore, aimed the abandoned bazooka at the squat crab that made a hoarse scream, and pulled the trigger.
As a string of smoke rolled away, the explosion of fire lit up the other end of the cabin.
After throwing away the launch cylinder, the blood axe quickly picked up the rifle hanging behind it and tilted the firepower toward the sludge crab drilling out of the corner of the warehouse.
The younger brothers behind him also joined the battle one after another, and the rockets and grenades greeted him one by one.
Although the shell of the mud crab is thick, it cannot last long under the repeated bombardment of firepower.
Soon, the slumber crabs emitting blue smoke curled up into a ball and fell on one side of the corridor.
At this time, the NAC regular army attacked from the other side of the cabin also joined the battlefield, using weapons that were obviously one level higher than these mercenaries, and weaved a firepower net called death in the empty cabin.
Sparks jumped in the cabin, and soon half of the cabin was cleared out.
The part soaked underwater cannot be cleaned for the time being, so the officer asked the engineer to go up and welded several hatch doors and fractures with alloy plates to prevent the sludge crabs from coming up underwater.
After the engineer finished all this, he shouted at the soldiers behind him.
Search the area!Collect sludge crab eggs!Pay attention to those big follicles, the little crawling inside is more difficult to deal with than theirs...
NAC's offer to these mud crab eggs is to exchange a bag of instant noodles with a follicle as big as a washbasin. Blood Axe likes this bartering trading method very much.
Compared to those bottle caps with hand-tied hands, he prefers this kind of hard currency that can get good things anywhere.
He called all the little brothers to collect these crab eggs. He carried the rifle and explored the depths of the cabin, preparing to see if there was anything good to plunder.
The port has been abandoned for so many years and has been clearly visited by survivors countless times, but this cargo ship occupied by sludge crabs is undoubtedly still an undeveloped virgin land.
The deeper you go to the cabin, the wetter the surrounding environment, and the denser the sticky seaweed.
At this moment, his EP suddenly flashed a red light, indicating that the radiation value exceeded the standard.
A little stunned, the Blood Axe immediately gave himself a shot of anti-radiation. Seeing the flashing red light gradually dimming, he stepped forward.
At the end of the warehouse is a row of cracked containers, wrapped in seaweed into a green ball.
The water stains on the beach on the ground emitted an indescribable fluorescence, which made him dare not take another step forward.
It is obvious that the radioactive source is there, and the amount of radiation there is a dose that the radiation-resistant is not resistant to.
I found the situation here.Blood Axe shouted behind him.
NAC acknowledges the value of intelligence discovery.
The things in this place were obviously not something he could recover, so he chose to contribute this information to the NAC.
If the NAC people find something good here and follow their previous style of doing things, they will definitely not be stingy with the rewards to those who have made contributions.
What's going on?The officer wearing power armor walked towards this side with four soldiers.
The radiation volume here exceeds the standard.Blood Axe 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-notch radiation resistance, and it is no problem to travel through the nuclear explosion area, so naturally he is not afraid of this level of radiation.
When he walked to the container, he raised his heavy steel palm and tore open the seaweed that was stuck to the surface of the container.
The radioactive sign... there should be something amazing inside.The officer turned around and said to one of the soldiers, let the engineer come over and remember to put on protective suits.
Soon, an engineer carrying a tool box trotted over.
The cutting gun as thick as a thigh was taken out of the tool box. The engineer general's sharp knife edge was placed on the container. In a string of gushing water mist, the buzzing blade cut half an inch into the container like cutting tofu, and a neat trajectory was drawn on the surface of the box.
Staring nervously at the container gradually cutting open, the blood axe's heartbeat was so fast, and he silently prayed that he would find something good, which was related to how much bounty he could get today.
Soon, the engineer cut out a two-dimensional opening on the container, and quickly exited the radiation area with the tool box.
The officer stepped forward, pulled the half-drooping aluminum alloy skin from the container, and stepped into the container.
These mutant seaweeds have strong penetration and have even penetrated into the container, covering the cargo stored in the container.
Turning on the tactical flashlight, he reached out to wipe off the seaweed covering the surface.
Let me see what exactly is placed inside...radiologic sign...
Suddenly, the outstretched hand stopped.
The officer couldn't help but step back half a step, and murmured to himself in a trembling voice.
Is this... a nuclear warhead?
Zhou Guoping summoned the colonial officials and held a simple meeting in his Governor's Mansion.
...The first phase is only halfway through, and we need more slaves to contribute to our colonies.Now our colony is quite crowded, and the outside of the construction site is filled with refugees wandering from other places. I suggest that the second phase of the project can be started immediately and the residential area outside the fortress will be developed first.
We are colonists, not charity in North America.We have more than 30,000 workers, and the population is already large.What we need now is money, not more people.Zhou Guoping once again emphasized that it is not the bottle cap or the sub-crystal, but the credit point.
I have never seen pork, but I have also seen pigs running.
Although Zhou Guoping, who has been an underground party in the Sixth District, Hongcheng and Beijing for so long, has no special talent in governing, he is not blind.
For example, he is very clear about the most important point, that is, no matter what he does, he cannot do without the word money.
The budget has been almost used. Now the first thing the colonies need to solve is the funding problem. The funds here do not refer to North American survivors, but credit points circulating in the NAC territory.
From the most basic building steel bars to high-end arms production lines, the material gap in this new colony is far larger than it seems on the surface. The only thing that is not short of is food and refugees attracted by food.
Food is a good thing, and you don’t have to worry about sales anywhere. However, relying solely on food, it is difficult to exchange for real good things from these ordinary survivors.
Whether it is the National Guard or the One Minuteman, he is very cautious about the NAC's actions on the West Coast.
Especially the national guards who claim to be orthodox, they regard NAC people as the remnants of Pan-Asian cooperation with pre-war thinking. Although they have never acted hostile to the NAC outpost, they have never given NAC people a good face.
Just as everyone at the conference table was discussing how to develop colonial local specialties with their own opinions and fooling investors in the Sixth Block, a messenger ran in from outside, saluted and reported to Zhou Guoping.
...Our reconnaissance team witnessed a large number of sludge crabs in an abandoned port ten kilometers away from the colony, suspected to be sludge crab nests.
Don't bother me with such trivial matters.Zhou Guoping waved his hand impatiently and did whatever he wanted.
yes!
After a military salute, the messenger turned around and ran out of the conference room. However, before he could take two steps, Zhou Guoping suddenly stopped him.
etc.Zhou Guoping stopped the messenger.
The messenger stopped and returned to the conference room and stood attentively and saluted.
What instructions do you have?
What is the difference between these North American sludge crabs and those in Asia?Touching his chin, Zhou Guoping's eyes turned.
Before the messenger could answer, another NAC officer sitting at the conference table spoke in confusion.
It is larger in size, lighter in appearance, crab claws with jagged barbs, and crab roe is milky white... Is there any problem with this?
Nothing is wrong, but I just suddenly thought of Yizhou.Do you still remember the crab mayonnaise from the Yizhou Island Colony?I've eaten it once and it's simply delicious.After licking his mouth, a hint of fascination and excitement appeared in Zhou Guoping's eyes.
Just now, he suddenly thought of a good way to make money.
North American colonies can completely imitate Yizhou Island and breed aquatic products such as sludge crabs in coastal areas.
At that time, give these North American mud crabs a new name, distinguish them from the sea mud crabs in Yizhou, and then make these milky white crab roe into crab white sauce and sell them to the sixth block. You will definitely not have to worry about sales!
Clean up the abandoned port and pick all the sludge crab eggs inside!
yes!The messenger saluted and turned around and left.
……
Outside the abandoned port, rusty containers were piled up in a mess, and the destroyed goods were scattered everywhere.
Because of unknown reasons, a large cargo ship rushed to the shore, and half of its hull was stranded on the slope-shaped shore, covered by countless seaweed crawling out of the sea.
Adequate food, proper humidity, this semi-humid environment is a favorite of sludge crabs.
The next morning, the roar of the engine from afar broke the tranquility of the abandoned port.
More than ten trucks were escorted by four assault infantry vehicles and parked in the open space in front of the port.
Soldiers carrying rifles jumped out of the truck one after another, a small part of them were regular NAC troops and most were mercenaries composed of local survivors.
Everyone was divided into two teams and assembled at the forefront of the team.
The NAC officer in heavy power armor walked to the front of the team and shouted in a thick voice.
Okay, cheer me up, guys.You have received the task book, so I won’t repeat it here.If you are lucky, we will be able to have fresh roasted crab roe at noon today.
What if you are not lucky?Someone couldn't help asking.
Then it is made into crab mayonnaise.
The NAC engineer stepped forward, placed explosives on the bulkheads of the cabin, and ran away quickly.
Holding the weapons provided by the NAC, the mercenaries who were vanguards were on standby from the safe distance of the explosive explosion, eager to trick on the new equipment in their hands.
With the bang, a broken opening about half a man was blown open with a rusty cabin.
Carrying the bazooka provided by the soldiers who were carrying the NAC, the Blood Axe rushed into the freighter stranded on the shore, aimed the abandoned bazooka at the squat crab that made a hoarse scream, and pulled the trigger.
As a string of smoke rolled away, the explosion of fire lit up the other end of the cabin.
After throwing away the launch cylinder, the blood axe quickly picked up the rifle hanging behind it and tilted the firepower toward the sludge crab drilling out of the corner of the warehouse.
The younger brothers behind him also joined the battle one after another, and the rockets and grenades greeted him one by one.
Although the shell of the mud crab is thick, it cannot last long under the repeated bombardment of firepower.
Soon, the slumber crabs emitting blue smoke curled up into a ball and fell on one side of the corridor.
At this time, the NAC regular army attacked from the other side of the cabin also joined the battlefield, using weapons that were obviously one level higher than these mercenaries, and weaved a firepower net called death in the empty cabin.
Sparks jumped in the cabin, and soon half of the cabin was cleared out.
The part soaked underwater cannot be cleaned for the time being, so the officer asked the engineer to go up and welded several hatch doors and fractures with alloy plates to prevent the sludge crabs from coming up underwater.
After the engineer finished all this, he shouted at the soldiers behind him.
Search the area!Collect sludge crab eggs!Pay attention to those big follicles, the little crawling inside is more difficult to deal with than theirs...
NAC's offer to these mud crab eggs is to exchange a bag of instant noodles with a follicle as big as a washbasin. Blood Axe likes this bartering trading method very much.
Compared to those bottle caps with hand-tied hands, he prefers this kind of hard currency that can get good things anywhere.
He called all the little brothers to collect these crab eggs. He carried the rifle and explored the depths of the cabin, preparing to see if there was anything good to plunder.
The port has been abandoned for so many years and has been clearly visited by survivors countless times, but this cargo ship occupied by sludge crabs is undoubtedly still an undeveloped virgin land.
The deeper you go to the cabin, the wetter the surrounding environment, and the denser the sticky seaweed.
At this moment, his EP suddenly flashed a red light, indicating that the radiation value exceeded the standard.
A little stunned, the Blood Axe immediately gave himself a shot of anti-radiation. Seeing the flashing red light gradually dimming, he stepped forward.
At the end of the warehouse is a row of cracked containers, wrapped in seaweed into a green ball.
The water stains on the beach on the ground emitted an indescribable fluorescence, which made him dare not take another step forward.
It is obvious that the radioactive source is there, and the amount of radiation there is a dose that the radiation-resistant is not resistant to.
I found the situation here.Blood Axe shouted behind him.
NAC acknowledges the value of intelligence discovery.
The things in this place were obviously not something he could recover, so he chose to contribute this information to the NAC.
If the NAC people find something good here and follow their previous style of doing things, they will definitely not be stingy with the rewards to those who have made contributions.
What's going on?The officer wearing power armor walked towards this side with four soldiers.
The radiation volume here exceeds the standard.Blood Axe 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-notch radiation resistance, and it is no problem to travel through the nuclear explosion area, so naturally he is not afraid of this level of radiation.
When he walked to the container, he raised his heavy steel palm and tore open the seaweed that was stuck to the surface of the container.
The radioactive sign... there should be something amazing inside.The officer turned around and said to one of the soldiers, let the engineer come over and remember to put on protective suits.
Soon, an engineer carrying a tool box trotted over.
The cutting gun as thick as a thigh was taken out of the tool box. The engineer general's sharp knife edge was placed on the container. In a string of gushing water mist, the buzzing blade cut half an inch into the container like cutting tofu, and a neat trajectory was drawn on the surface of the box.
Staring nervously at the container gradually cutting open, the blood axe's heartbeat was so fast, and he silently prayed that he would find something good, which was related to how much bounty he could get today.
Soon, the engineer cut out a two-dimensional opening on the container, and quickly exited the radiation area with the tool box.
The officer stepped forward, pulled the half-drooping aluminum alloy skin from the container, and stepped into the container.
These mutant seaweeds have strong penetration and have even penetrated into the container, covering the cargo stored in the container.
Turning on the tactical flashlight, he reached out to wipe off the seaweed covering the surface.
Let me see what exactly is placed inside...radiologic sign...
Suddenly, the outstretched hand stopped.
The officer couldn't help but step back half a step, and murmured to himself in a trembling voice.
Is this... a nuclear warhead?
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