I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1387: Lead

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The time returned to a week ago, NAC ’s freighter docked at the colonial port, but I did not expect them to be greeted not by their compatriots who first went to North America, but by a group of armed bandits.

There are indeed many weapons on the cargo ship, but the firepower is still more than one level lower than the predators on the shore. These marauders quickly assaulted the deck and captured the wounded soldiers and colonists on board. According to Han Yue's self-report, he jumped into the sea at the time and escaped the predators.

"How many are they?" Jiang Chensi asked after a moment.

"Unclear, the situation was very chaotic at the time, with bullets and explosions everywhere. Probably a hundred people? Maybe it was more than two hundred. In short, their firepower is very fierce, not only heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, even Man-machine and several armored vehicles. "

A few armored vehicles are unlikely to capture NAC ’s colony in North America, and dozens more are impossible. Fifty sets of power armor, which can already be combined with a quarter of the power armor brigade, plus 450 sets of exoskeletons, the cowhide river sweeping the west coast does not blow in the morning, but shrinks to defend itself in the fortress There is no problem at all, not to mention that so many fixed weapons have been repaired on the fort.

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

"I don't know ... there may be one or two. I saw someone falling in the water, but it's not a living person or a corpse ..." Speaking of which, Han Yue's expression was a little shameful, after all At that time he chose to escape.

"Nothing, you are not a soldier, it's not shameful to run away," seeing what he was thinking, Jiang Chen reached out and patted his shoulder, and then said, "Is there any sign on the predators? Or Things like flags are like this. "

As he said, Jiang Chen took a rag full of stains and painted a pattern of an airplane with red paint.

This is a sign of the airport gang. North American "indigenous people" seem to like to engage in performance art. Jiang Chen watched them hang this piece of cloth in the middle of the lobby on the second floor of the airport when they went downstairs. Pulled down smoothly.

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

"What logo?"

"A skeleton!"

A white skull?

Jiang Chen touched his chin.

Based on this clue and reasoning down, what is now dominating the colony is probably the Skeleton Gang, or the White Skeleton Gang, etc., but Jiang Chen still does not believe that a predator gang can kill his colony.

Although Zhou Guoping's character is a bit problematic, his IQ is not a problem, otherwise Jiang Chen will not hand over the North American colony to him. Maybe Jessica and Hardy, who are both predators, would know something, or maybe Chinatown could give his brother good advice.

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

"Last question, how did you get here?"

Santa Monica Airport and the port are still a bit apart, and the straight line distance is two kilometers from the map.

"I heard the sailors on the boat say that there is a Chinatown near Santa Monica, and the relationship with the colony has been good, so I plan to go to them and borrow a radio station, at least I have to feed back the situation of the colony to Wanghai. "Speaking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Han Yue's face." However, the sailor did not tell me where Chinatown was. When I passed the airport, I wondered if there would be a map of Los Angeles. So I went in and looked at it. , But I did n’t expect to be caught in their trap as soon as I came in. "

Chinatown is in Santa Monica?

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Chen's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

If he remembers correctly, Chinatown in Los Angeles should be right in the city center.

However, if you think about the past that seems to be said, after all, the difference between the current and the end of the history is still not small. Even Santa Monica can jump out of an airport, and it seems not surprising that Chinatown will be nearby.

For security reasons, Jiang Chen still verified his identity.

The identity information of all citizens of NAC is bound to fingerprints and irises, and is included in the database of the logistics department. As a marshal, you can naturally view it at will. Although the traditional communication method is temporarily unable to get in touch with Wanghai City, Jiang Chen's watch is not only a traditional electromagnetic wave communication method, but also a cross-dimensional communication chip designed by Lin Ling.

Magic, he seemed to take a scanning gun that looked like a razor from the storage space. Jiang Chen shook his eyes at him, and then swept out his personal information.

【Han Yue, male, 25 years old, pre-war occupation: bank security. Obtained NAC inferior citizenship status in January 2019, registered as a colonizer on September 10, 2020, and volunteered to travel to North American wasteland. 】

"Give him a gun," pointed to Han Yue, Jiang Chen turned and said to Zheng Shanhe, "There are already candidates for the supervisor, you try to clean up the runway before tomorrow night, I will take someone later A trip to Chinatown. "

"Or should I go." Zheng Shanhe said hesitantly.

"No, I need to understand the situation in North America. It is better to go by myself. Since the relationship between Chinatown and the North American colony is good, they will most likely assist us." Leaving this sentence, Jiang Go to the waiting room in the morning.

No more perseverance, Zheng Shanhe nodded, took a rifle from the side and threw it away, looking at Han Yue who hurriedly caught the rifle, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "From now on you are NAC soldiers, I hope you can adapt to your new identity as soon as possible and perform well. I am optimistic about you. "

"Me, what should I do?" Holding the rifle, Han Yue asked with some confusion, "Clean up the airport? I ..."

"Cleaning the airport is not your job, we will tell the predators how to do it. You are a supervisor, you are responsible for helping us watch them work, if they are not obedient, you ask them to eat peanuts M, it ’s that simple. Do n’t tell me that you have n’t killed anyone for so long. ”

"Caravan guards I've worked for a few months ..." Han Yue laughed.

Of course killing people, and killing a few, but he still did n’t fully adapt to his new identity.

"That's easy to handle," Zheng Shanhe pointed to the slaves behind him looking timidly. "These guys probably don't understand Mandarin. Since you sign up for North America, I hope you will at least English. In a few moments, you will pick a few communicators who will be your helpers. I will send them a pistol and a few bullets to help you manage. "

Seeing that Zheng Shanhe in power armor was about to leave, Han Yue hurried forward and asked.

"Can I ask who are you? I mean, is it the Expeditionary Force, or the First Division ... I have no other meaning, I just want to ask where is my organization now."

After hearing this sentence, Zheng Shanhe froze for a moment, then a grin of a wry smile spread across his mouth and raised his thumb to the door of the waiting room.

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

Han Yue swallowed and said sternly.

"Dare to ask ... Which big man?"

"The one whose name scares you to death." Zheng Shanhe grinned.