In the apocalypse, the North American colony.
Zhou Guoping summoned the officials of the colony and held a simple meeting in his Governor's Mansion.
"… The first phase of the project is only halfway through. We need more slaves to contribute to our colony. Now our colony is already quite crowded, and the outside of the construction site is full of refugees from other places. I suggest that we can start the second phase of the project immediately and develop the residential area outside the fortress first. "
"We are colonists, not here to do charity in North America. We already have more than 30,000 laborers, and the population is enough. What we need now is money, not more people, "Zhou Guoping emphasized again," Not bottle caps, not crystals, but credits. "
He had never seen pork before, but he had seen pigs run before.
After being in the underground gang for so long in the Sixth Street, Hongcheng, and Shangjing, although Zhou Guoping did not have any special talent in governing, he was not blind. For example, the most critical point was that no matter what he did, money was inseparable.
The budget was almost used up. Now the first thing the colony had to solve was the funding problem. The funding here did not refer to North American survivors, but the credits circulating in NAC.
From the most basic construction steel bars to high-end arms production lines, the material shortage of this new colony was far greater than it appeared on the surface. The only thing that might not be lacking was food and refugees attracted by food.
Food was a good thing, and there was no lack of demand anywhere. However, if they only relied on food, it was difficult to exchange for real good things from these ordinary survivors.
Whether it was the National Guard or the Minuteman, they were quite cautious about NAC's actions on the West Coast.
In particular, the National Guard, which claimed to be orthodox, held the pre-war mentality and regarded the NAC as the "remnants" of the Pan-Asia Cooperation. Although they had never done anything hostile to the NAC outposts, they never treated the NAC in a friendly manner.
Just as the people at the conference table discussed how to develop the colony's local products and fool the investors of the Sixth Street, a messenger ran in from the outside, saluted, and reported to Zhou Guoping.
"… Our reconnaissance team witnessed a large number of Mud Crabs in an abandoned port ten kilometers away from the colony. It is suspected to be a nest of Mud Crabs."
"Don't bother me with such trivial matters." Zhou Guoping waved his hand impatiently. "Do what you have to do."
"Yes!"
After saluting, the orderly turned around and ran out of the conference room. However, before he could take two steps, he was suddenly stopped by Zhou Guoping.
"Wait." Zhou Guoping called out to the messenger.
The messenger stopped in his tracks, returned to the conference room, and saluted.
"Do you have any other orders?"
"What is the difference between the North American Mud Crabs and the Asian Mud Crabs?" Zhou Guoping touched his chin and his eyes turned.
Before the messenger had time to answer, another NAC officer sitting at the conference table said in confusion.
"Larger in size, lighter in color, with serrated barbs on the pincers, and milky-white crab roe … Is there a problem with that?"
"It's nothing. I just suddenly thought of Yizhou. Remember the crab sauce from the Yizhou Island colony? I've eaten it once, and it's simply delicious. "Zhou Guoping licked his lips as a look of fascination and excitement appeared in his eyes.
Just now, he suddenly thought of a good way to make money.
The North American colony could follow the example of Yizhou Island and breed aquatic products such as Mud Crabs in coastal areas.
By that time, he would give these North American mud crabs a new name that would distinguish them from the sea mud crabs in Yizhou. Then he would make these milky white crab roe into crab white sauce and sell it to the Sixth Street.
"Clean up the abandoned port and bring back all the Mud Crab eggs!"
"Yes, sir!" The messenger saluted, turned around, and left.
…
Outside the abandoned port, rusty containers were piled up haphazardly, and damaged goods were scattered everywhere. For unknown reasons, a large cargo ship rushed to the shore, and half of the hull was stranded on the sloping shore, covered by countless seaweeds crawling out of the sea.
Adequate food, suitable humidity, this semi-humid environment was the favorite of Mud Crabs.
Early the next morning, the roar of engines in the distance broke the silence of the abandoned port.
More than a dozen trucks, escorted by four armored vehicles, stopped in the open space in front of the port.
Soldiers carrying rifles jumped down from the trucks one after another. A small number of them were NAC regular soldiers, and most of them were mercenaries composed of local survivors. Everyone was divided into two teams and gathered at the front of the convoy. A NAC officer in heavy power armor walked to the front of the team and shouted in a loud voice.
"Alright, brace yourselves, lads. You have already received the mission book, so I won't repeat it here. If we are lucky, we can eat fresh roasted crab roe at noon today. "
"What if we are unlucky?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
"Then we will be made into crab sauce."
NAC engineers stepped forward, placed explosives on the bulkhead of the cabin, and quickly ran away. With weapons provided by NAC, the mercenaries as the vanguard were on standby at a safe distance from the explosion of the explosives. They eagerly fiddled with the new equipment in their hands.
With a loud bang, the rusty cabin was blown open with a fracture about half the height of a person. Carrying the rocket launcher provided by NAC soldiers, Blood Axe rushed into the cargo ship stranded on the shore, aimed the disposable rocket launcher at the Mud Crab that screamed hoarsely, and pulled the trigger.
As a string of smoke rolled away, the fire of the explosion lit up the other end of the cabin.
Blood Axe threw away the rocket launcher, quickly picked up the rifle hanging behind him, and fired at the Mud Crab that emerged from the corner of the warehouse. The men behind him also joined the battle, and rockets and rifle grenades were fired at the Mud Crab.
Although the carapace of the Mud Crab was thick, it couldn't last long under the continuous bombardment of firepower.
Soon, the Mud Crab curled up into a ball and collapsed on the side of the corridor. At this time, the NAC regular army that attacked from the other side of the cabin also joined the battlefield. With weapons that were obviously a level higher than these mercenaries, they weaved a firepower net called death in the empty cabin.
Sparks danced in the cabin, and soon half of the cabin was cleared out. The part that was soaked underwater could not be cleaned up for the time being. The officer asked the engineers to go up and weld several hatches and fractures with alloy plates to prevent the Mud Crabs from coming up.
After the engineers finished all this, he shouted to the soldiers behind him.
"Search the area! Collect Mud Crab eggs! Pay attention to the big follicles, the little ones that crawl out are more difficult to deal with than their parents … "
NAC's price for these Mud Crab eggs was a washbasin-sized follicle for a bag of instant noodles. Blood Axe liked this barter method very much. Compared to the prickly bottle caps, he preferred this "hard currency" that could be exchanged for good things anywhere.
He ordered all his men to collect these crab eggs, then he carried his rifle and explored the depths of the cabin to see if there was anything worth plundering. The port had been abandoned for so many years and had obviously been visited by survivors countless times. However, the cargo ship occupied by the Mud Crab was undoubtedly still an undeveloped land.
The deeper he went into the cabin, the more humid the surrounding environment became, and the more dense the sticky seaweed became.
At this moment, his EP suddenly flashed with a red light, indicating that the radiation value exceeded the limit.
Slightly taken aback, Blood Axe immediately injected himself with an anti-radiation shot. Watching the flashing red light gradually dim, he lifted his feet and continued to walk forward.
At the end of the warehouse was a row of broken containers wrapped in seaweed into a green ball. The water stain on the ground exuded an indescribable fluorescence that made him afraid to take another step forward. Obviously, the radioactive source was there, and the amount of radiation there was a dose that could not be resisted by radiation resistance.
"I found something here," Blood Axe shouted behind him.
NAC acknowledged the value of the intelligence discovery.
The things inside were obviously not something he could recover, so he chose to contribute this information to NAC. If NAC people found something good here, based on their past style of doing things, they would not be stingy with their rewards.
"What's the situation?" The officer in the power armor walked over with four soldiers.
"The amount of radiation here exceeds the limit." Blood Axe pointed to 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 stepped forward.
The power armor had top-notch radiation resistance, and it could easily pass through the nuclear explosion zone. Naturally, it was not afraid of this level of radiation. When he walked in front of the container, he raised his heavy steel palm and tore apart the seaweed stuck to the surface of the container.
"The sign of radiation … there should be something extraordinary stored inside." The officer turned around and said to one of the soldiers, "Let the engineers come over, remember to wear protective clothing."
Soon, an engineer trotted over with a toolbox.
He took out a thigh-thick cutting gun from the toolbox, and the engineer placed the sharp blade against the container. In a burst of water mist, the buzzing blade cut half an inch into the container like it was tofu and drew a neat trajectory on the surface of the container.
Blood Axe stared nervously at the container that was gradually cut open. His heart was beating fast, and he silently prayed that he must find something good. It was related to how much reward he could get today.
Soon, the engineer cut an opening in the container that was two people wide, and then quickly withdrew from the radiation zone with the toolbox. The officer stepped forward, pulled the half-hanging aluminum alloy sheet off the container, and stepped into the container.
These mutated seaweeds were so penetrating that they even penetrated into the container and covered the goods stored inside. He turned on the tactical flashlight and reached out to wipe away the seaweed covering the surface.
"Let me see what's inside … the sign of radiation …"
Suddenly, the outstretched hand stopped.
The officer involuntarily took half a step back and whispered to himself with a trembling voice.
"This is … a nuclear warhead?"
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