When Jiang Chen let go of the exhausted Officer Kwai, it was already afternoon.
During this period, Calvin and Ayesha each called him. Calvin called to tell him that three hundred scientific researchers had successfully landed on the Mars colony and were entering the ruins under Mine 071 under Hong Zewei's arrangement.
As for Ayesha's call, it was related to the situation in Colombia.
According to Timochenko, the FARC guerrillas and Moro volunteers had successfully breached Bogota, the capital of Colombia. The defeated government forces withdrew from Cundinamarca and retreated to the Medellin area with the Colombian civil officials.
In the face of the increasingly powerful FARC militants, the Gulf of Mexico would be the last home of the government forces. The remaining NATO Coalition Force was stationed there, and under the cover of the Ford aircraft carrier battle group, they might be able to struggle until the end of the year.
However, Timochenko was quite optimistic.
After controlling the Colombian military factory in Cundinamarca, FARC was able to produce its own light weapons and ammunition. With the T72 tanks imported from Russia, FARC even had an armored brigade.
However, the deterrent significance of this armored brigade was probably greater than its actual combat significance. After all, the T-72 could at most scare the equally poorly equipped government forces, but it was a joke to NATO's M1A2. Moreover, Colombia was mountainous and forested, and the tactical space of the armored force was quite limited.
But in any case, FARC already had the absolute upper hand.
After occupying Bogota, Timochenko immediately announced that he would become the new president of Colombia. While promulgating a new constitution, he appointed dozens of confidants and established the leadership of the new Colombia.
Immediately afterward, the confident Timochenko even sent his own Minister of Energy to Xin to begin negotiations with Celestial Trade on the Global Grid project. As agreed at the beginning, Celestial Trade would register a power company in Colombia jointly controlled by Celestial Trade and the Timochenko government, and carry out the grid construction plan in the name of this power company.
After the cable across the Pacific landed in Ecuador, it finally took a difficult step forward and extended its tentacles from the coast of South America to Colombia. It would not take long for countries such as Venezuela and Brazil to join the Global Grid project.
Later, the remaining South American countries that firmly stood in the UA camp would also bow to GDP and energy costs in the wave of electrification in South America set off by the Global Grid and become a member of the Earth Defense Alliance …
…
The apocalypse.
West Coast of North America, California, in front of an abandoned supermarket.
The parking lot was filled with the wreckage of old cars, and the surface of the building was full of potholes and bullet holes. On the sign hanging from the roof, one could vaguely see the name Wal-Mart, but it was missing a lot of letters.
As the largest supermarket in the United States, Wal-Mart's shelves were enough to meet the demand of the entire United States. However, these shelves were now covered with a thick layer of dust, not even enough to satisfy a hungry mutant rat.
Bang!
Dark red blood splattered on the wall. The skinny man threw the rifle behind him, rushed forward, and pulled out the mutant rat that was as tall as his thigh from the bottom of the shelf. He shouted excitedly.
"See what I caught? A poor mouse. "
However, he was not happy for long. A gun was quickly placed on his head.
"Give it to me." Holding the pistol, the black man said in a threatening tone.
"I found it first …" Although the gun was pointed at his head, the man did not have the slightest fear. Instead, he showed the grenade he hid in his hand and laughed crazily. "Do you want to try it?"
A mutant rat, although a little thin, could be thrown into the organic converter and squeezed out ten tubes of nutrient supply. The situation in North America was different from the Pan-Asia China region. There were no dumb zombies here, but instead, there were powerful and cunning mutant creatures.
It was not so easy to get nutrient supply, and it was not uncommon to fight over a dead mouse, even if they belonged to the same force. Just as the two were in a stalemate over a mouse, in the parking lot outside the supermarket, the Blood Axe Mercenaries welcomed a distinguished guest.
Two trucks parked in the middle of the parking lot, and a dozen soldiers in kinetic skeletons jumped off the trucks. A group of ragged mercenaries greeted them. With envious and vigilant eyes, they looked at the shiny equipment of the soldiers and the cardboard boxes on the trucks.
"Ten boxes of canned luncheon meat, ten bags of rice, and ten boxes of instant noodles …"
Standing across from Zhou Guoping and looking at the list of supplies in his hand, Blood Axe's thumb, which was as thick as a bottle cap, trembled.
How long has it been?
That nostalgic feeling, he had almost forgotten about it …
Using a dagger to cut open a can of aluminum, Blood Axe licked the tip of the knife dipped in oil, and his eyes widened. In the envious eyes of the mercenaries, he licked his lips, swallowed, and said in a hoarse voice.
"It's pork."
A commotion broke out among the ragged mercenaries. Their eyes shone with excitement and envy as they swallowed their saliva with all their might.
Looking at Blood Axe, whose eyes were wide open, and the restless mercenaries, Zhou Guoping curled his lips in his mind.
Just a few boxes of canned food and instant noodles, and they were already this excited.
If they went to the Sixth Street, they would be scared to the point of going crazy.
"What do you want?" Putting away the dagger, Blood Axe licked his cracked lips, looked at Zhou Guoping, and looked at the kinetic skeletons of the soldiers behind him, "I don't believe you crossed the entire Pacific Ocean just to come here for charity."
"You know where we came from?" Zhou Guoping looked at him in surprise.
"No one doesn't know where you came from." Blood Axe pointed to the NAC logo on the truck next to him and grinned. "NAC of the Pan-Asia Huaxia District, the hope of the people on the wasteland, the 'hometown' of Chinatown, the rich yellow man who doesn't collect bottle caps. Let me think about what other titles you have … I think that's it. My memory isn't very good."
There were large and small survivor settlements scattered on the wasteland on the entire West Coast. Among them, the National Guard, the militia organization "Minutemen", the cannibal tribe "Blood Clan", and the mutated human tribe "Destruction" were the main ones. Blood Axe and his Blood Axe Mercenaries could only be regarded as above average among the many survivor forces.
The local animal husbandry was very advanced. Survivors mainly used crystals and mutant skins to barter, and they also used a Coke bottle cap printed with a special code as currency. Bottle caps were a hard currency in North America, even in those semi-closed fallout shelters and backward mutated human tribes.
If there was an exception, it would be the NAC outpost on the West Coast. These yellow people from the Pan-Asia Huaxia District didn't collect bottle caps, but they were quite interested in high-tech products, especially spacecraft, and were keen to pay with expensive canned food and instant noodles.
Many people made a lot of money by doing business with these yellow people, which made people on the West Coast envious.
Blood Axe was also one of them, but he couldn't find a way to get in touch with these yellow-skinned tycoons. He could only watch as the caravans went in and out of the fortress on the West Coast to see if there were any weak caravans that he could loot.
Unfortunately, none of the forces that could do business with NAC were weak.
"Our outpost on the West Coast has existed for some time." Looking at Blood Axe standing in front of him, Zhou Guoping then said, "While trading with you, we have also been investigating the investment environment here …"
"Investment environment?" Blood Axe looked at Zhou Guoping dumbfounded and asked incomprehensibly.
"… In short, our boss decided to send a governor to the outpost on the West Coast to establish a NAC colony here and sow the seeds of civilization on this ruin."
"And you are the … governor?"
"Yes." Zhou Guoping nodded.
"Just say it, what do you need me to do?" Blood Axe didn't understand so many twists and turns, so he said straightforwardly, "Kill? Or find someone? "
"Neither." Zhou Guoping shook his head, cleared his throat, and said, "I just said that we intend to expand the outpost on the West Coast into a colony. For this, we need a large number of laborers or slaves, as well as mercenaries to manage the construction site for us. "
Zhou Guoping looked at the dumbfounded Blood Axe and smiled.
"We will hire you at a suitable price, and these materials are our deposit in advance. I don't know if you are interested? "
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