I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1363: Nuclear warhead on the coast
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The last days, North American colonies.
Zhou Guoping summoned colonial officials and held a simple meeting in his governor ’s house.
"... Halfway through the first phase of the project, we need more slaves to build our colony. Now our colony is quite crowded, and the site is full of refugees wandering from other places, I It is recommended that the second phase of the project can be started immediately, and the residential area outside the fortress should be developed first. "
"We are colonizers, not for charity in North America. We have more than 30,000 labors, and the population is enough. What we need now is money, not more people," Zhou Guoping emphasized again Once again, "It's not a bottle cap nor sub-crystal, but a credit point."
I have n’t seen pork, but I have also seen pigs running.
Although he has been an underground party in the sixth block, Hongcheng and Shangjing for so long, although Zhou Guoping has no special talent in governing, he will not be blinded by two eyes. For example, the most crucial point is that he is very clear, that is, the word money is inseparable no matter what he does.
The budget has almost been used up. Now the first thing the colony has to solve is the issue of funds. The funds here do not refer to North American survivors, but to credit points that circulate within the NAC.
From the most basic building reinforcement to the high-end arms production line, this new colonial material gap is much larger than it seems on the surface. The only thing that may not be missing is food and refugees who are attracted by food.
Food is a good thing, and you do n’t have to worry about selling anywhere. However, if you rely on food alone, it is difficult to get real good things from these ordinary survivors.
Whether it is a national guard or a one-minute person, the attitude of NAC on the West Coast is quite cautious.
Especially the self-proclaimed orthodox national guards, with pre-war thinking, regard the people of NAC as the "remains" of pan-Asian cooperation, although they have never done anything hostile to the NAC outpost But people who have never given NAC a good face.
Everyone at the conference table discussed their opinions on how to develop colonial souvenirs. When ignoring investors in the sixth block, a herald soldier ran in from outside, and after a military salute, he reported to Zhou Guoping Road.
"... our reconnaissance team witnessed a large number of slaughter crabs in an abandoned port ten kilometers away from the colony, suspected of slaughter crab nests."
"Do n’t bother me with such trivial things," Zhou Guoping waved his hands impatiently. "Whatever you do, you should do what you want."
"Yes!"
After a military salute, the commander turned around and ran out of the conference room. However, Zhou Guoping was suddenly stopped before two steps.
"Wait," Zhou Guoping stopped the herald.
The herald soldier stopped and returned to the meeting room for a military salute.
"Excuse me, what else do you want?"
"What do you say is the difference between the mud crabs in North America and the mud crabs in Asia?" Zhou Guoping's eyes rolled as he touched his chin.
The messenger hadn't had time to answer yet, and another NAC officer sitting at the conference table spoke doubtfully.
"Large volume, lighter appearance, crab jaws with serrated barbs, crab yellow milky white ... Is there any problem?"
"No problem, just I suddenly thought of Yizhou. Did you remember the crab sauce in Yizhou Island colony? I tried it once, it was delicious." Licking his mouth, Zhou Guoping's eyes emerged. Fascinated, and a touch of excitement.
Just now, he suddenly thought of a good way to make money.
A colony in North America can follow the example of Yizhou Island and cultivate aquatic products such as mud crabs in coastal areas.
Then give these North American mud swamp crabs a new name with enough gimmicks to distinguish them from the sea mud swamp crabs on the other side of Yizhou, and then sell these milky white crab yellow crab sauce to the sixth block. Worry sales!
"Clean up the abandoned port, and collect all the mud crab eggs inside me!"
"Yes!" The messenger made a military salute and turned away.
......
Outside the abandoned port, rusty containers are piled up in disorder, and damaged goods are scattered everywhere. Due to unknown reasons, a large freighter rushed to the shore, half of the hull was stranded on the slope-like shore, covered by countless algae crawling out of the sea.
Sufficient food, suitable humidity, this semi-humid environment is the favorite of mud swamp crabs.
In the early morning of the next day, a roar of engines from a distance 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.
The soldiers carrying rifles jumped from the truck one after another. A small part of them were regular NAC troops, and most of them were mercenaries composed of local survivors. Everyone split into two teams and assembled at the forefront of the team. The NAC officer wearing heavy power armor walked to the front of the line and shouted with a thick voice.
"Okay, cheer me up, guys. You have received the assignment book, I wo n’t repeat it here. If we are lucky, we will be able to eat fresh roast crab yellow at noon today. "
"What if you have bad luck?" someone asked.
"Then it was made into crab sauce."
The engineers of NAC stepped forward, placed explosives on the bulkhead of the cabin, and ran away quickly. Holding the weapon provided by NAC, the mercenaries who were the vanguards stood by outside the safe distance of the explosive explosion and eagerly tried to fiddle with the new equipment in their hands.
With a loud bang, the rusty cabin was blown open by a fracture that was about half a person tall. Carrying the bazooka provided by the NAC soldiers, Blood Axe first rushed into the freighter stranded on the shore, pointed the disposable bazooka at the hoarse bog, and pulled the trigger.
As a string of smoke rolls away, the flame of the explosion lights the other end of the cabin.
Throwing off the firing barrel, the blood axe quickly picked up the rifle hanging behind him, leaning against the mud crabs drilled from the corner of the cargo warehouse to fire. The younger brothers behind him also joined the battle one after another, and rockets and grenades greeted them all.
Although the carapace of the mud swamp crabs is thick, it will not last long under this round of fire.
Soon, a smoke-smudged mud swamp crab curled up into a ball and fell to the side of the corridor. At this time, the NAC regular army attacked from the other side of the cabin also joined the battlefield, wielding weapons of a level higher than those mercenaries, and weaved a fire net named death in the empty cabin.
Sparks jumped in the cabin, and soon half of the cabin was cleared. The part soaked in water could not be cleaned up temporarily. The officer asked the engineer to go up and welded several hatches and fractures with alloy plates to prevent the mud crab from the underwater part.
After the engineer had done all this, he shouted to the soldier behind him.
"Search area! Collect slough crab eggs! Pay attention to the large follicles, the little cubs drilled inside are more difficult than their old ones ..."
The NAC ’s asking price for these slough crab eggs is a large washbasin follicle for a bag of instant noodles. The blood axe likes this barter trade very much. He prefers this kind of "hard currency" that can be exchanged for good things everywhere compared to those bottle caps.
Greeting all the little brothers to collect these crab eggs, he carried the rifle deep into the cabin and explored in the past, ready to see if there were any good things worth searching for. The port has been abandoned for so many years and has been patronized countless times by survivors, but this freighter occupied by the mud swamp is undoubtedly an undeveloped virgin land.
The deeper the cabin is, the more humid the surrounding environment is, and the thicker the slimy seaweed is.
At this moment, his EP suddenly flashed a red light, indicating that the radiation value exceeded the standard.
Slightly stunned, the blood axe immediately gave himself a shot of Kangfuning, watching the flashing red light dim gradually, and he stepped up and continued to walk forward.
At the end of the warehouse is a row of broken containers, which are wrapped into a green ball by seaweed. The water stains on the beach soles above the ground exuded an indescribable fluorescence, which made him afraid to take another step forward. Obviously the source is there, and the amount of radiation there is a dose that cannot be resisted by Radiin.
"I found the situation here." Blood Axe shouted behind him.
NAC recognizes the value of intelligence discovery.
It is obviously not something he can recycle, so he chose to contribute this information to NAC. If the people of NAC find something good here, according to their past behavior, they will not be stingy about rewarding those who have merit.
"What's the situation?" The officer in power armor, with four soldiers, walked towards this side.
"The amount of radiation here is out of limits," Blood Axe pointed his thick index finger at the container wrapped in seaweed. "There must be something in it, but I can't be sure."
The officer frowned slightly and stepped forward.
Power armor has top-level radiation resistance, and it is not a matter of passing through the nuclear explosion area. Naturally, it is not afraid of this level of radiation. When he came to the container, he lifted the heavy steel palm and tore apart the seaweed sticking to the surface of the container.
"The sign of the radiation ... it should contain something terrible." The officer turned back and said to one of the soldiers, "Let the engineers come over and remember to wear protective clothing."
Soon, an engineer carrying a toolbox trot over.
The thigh-thick cutting gun was taken out of the toolbox. The engineer slammed the sharp edge of the container on the container. In a series of squirting water mist, the buzzing blade was cut like tofu After half an inch of the container, a neat track was drawn on the surface of the box.
Staring nervously at the gradually cut container, the blood axe ’s heart beats fast, silently praying that he must find something good, which is related to how much reward he can get today.
Soon, the engineer cut a two-person wide opening in the container, and then quickly exited the radiation area with the tool box. The officer stepped forward and pulled the half-pulled aluminum alloy skin off the container and stepped into the container.
The penetration of these mutant seaweeds is so strong that they have even penetrated into the container, covering the goods stored in the container. Turning on the tactical flashlight, he reached out to wipe out the seaweed covering the surface.
"Let me see what ’s inside ... the radioactive sign ..."
Suddenly, the extended hand stopped.
The officer stepped back involuntarily and whispered to himself with a trembling voice.
"This is ... a nuclear warhead?"