Back to a few days ago.
At the colony established by NAC in California, a group of uninvited guests arrived.
"Damn it, where did everyone go!"
Black Skull stepped on the chair of the Colonial Governor's Mansion and spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth.
Three days ago, he took his brothers to the NAC colony. However, he did not see any mercenaries patrolling near the colony, nor did he see any NAC officers responsible for handing over the goods.
The entire colony seemed to have emptied overnight, leaving only a half-built fortress and a construction site full of reinforced concrete.
Out of awe of NAC, Black Skull and his brothers waited anxiously outside the colony for three days. However, it was also in these three days that the last bit of reverence in his heart was completely worn away by the endless waiting.
He now had a group of slaves, all of which were just fished out from the fallout shelter located in the desert between California and Nevada. Of course, the word "good" was only applicable in NAC's territory. Except for NAC, who would want these picky garbage that couldn't work?
Yes, without the extravagant yellow-skinned buyers, the "goods" in his hands were absolute garbage! And they were good-for-nothings that could eat more than six hundred nutrient supplies a day!
This kind of loss made him feel angry.
Well, if these yellow-skinned people didn't intend to pay for their slaves, then Black Skull would go in and get it himself!
With this thought in mind, he led Black Skull and his men into the fortress that had long been empty, and they searched around. However, the reality was desperate. Someone must have visited this place in advance. There was not even an empty can left in the warehouse, and all the valuable things were taken away by the scavengers wandering on the California wasteland.
"Fu * k, where did these yellow-skinned monkeys go?!" Standing at the window of the governor's office and looking at the empty colony, Black Skull could no longer hold it in. He threw away the humility from half a month ago and cursed.
"Could it be that they got into some serious trouble and ran away?" Behind him, a raider with a Mohawk took two steps forward, glanced at the dusty governor's office, and said hesitantly, "The National Guards have always regarded them as a thorn in their side. It's very likely that it was done by those iron lumps."
"I don't want to know what kind of trouble they are in right now. I just want to know what to do with the slaves we have now!" Black Skull angrily slammed the butt of his gun on the table. He angrily pulled Zhou Guoping's chair and sat down himself. "Tony Club, yes, yes! Do any of you remember how to contact them? "
Tony Club, a famous cannibal tribe in California. Other than the people of NAC, perhaps only they could understand the beauty of the blue skins. It was just that they were not extravagant, and they could not offer a high price to those slaves who had become food.
But now, he couldn't care less. Black Skeleton just wanted to stop his losses. Even if he only sold ten bottle caps per person, he was willing!
"Boss …" The man with the Mohawk hesitated and said, "Last month, the people of Tony Club were suppressed by the National Guards."
"These idiots!" Black Skull cursed.
The governor's office was silent. Everyone could see that their boss' anger was infinitely close to the critical point of eruption, and no one dared to step forward at this time to seek trouble.
The boss' anger was almost gone. Standing next to the man with the Mohawk, the raider with a face full of radiation spots and a body that didn't look as strong as the others took two steps forward and made his own suggestion.
He was the inept advisor of the Black Skeleton Gang and the only person standing here who could make the boss listen to him.
"Boss, please calm down. Although we didn't find the NAC people, they left us an entire colony …" A gloomy smile appeared on the advisor's face. "We can use this fortress as our new stronghold and grow our gang."
The idea sounded good, but Black Skull was still a little hesitant when he thought about leaving the desert he relied on for survival.
There were no plump and juicy thorn fruits and radiation-resistant cacti in the plains, which meant that if they wanted to get nutrient supplies and anti-radiation drugs, they had to go through other ways, such as farming mutated plants like other survivor settlements. Once they started farming, all kinds of troubles would follow.
"But the desert is the place we are familiar with. Such a big fortress …"
"Boss." The advisor advised, "Do you want to be a homeless bandit for the rest of your life, or do you want to become a warlord like Paul Levi and Brian Eddie? As long as you hold this fortress, you can become the most powerful man in California! "
Paul Levi was the leader of Steel City and the commander of the entire California National Guard. Brian Eddie was the elected president of Liberty City and the leader of the Minutemen, a militia organization in California. They were both the most powerful men in California. Even the survivors on the distant East Coast were in awe of these two men.
Black Skull touched his chin and nodded slightly. He felt that what his subordinate said seemed to make sense.
Although he would definitely choose the latter between a leader and a bandit, he was indeed tired of the sand sandwiched in the cold wind and a homeless life.
Although the NAC people were all gone, and the canned food and instant noodles in the warehouse were also looted, many useful things were unexpectedly left behind, such as machine tools for making bullets, construction machinery for various purposes, and a large number of construction materials …
He now had people and guns in his hands, and he also had slaves who worked hard. It was not impossible to defend this ownerless land.
"Call the brothers in the California desert and tell them to stop all their work and bring all their belongings to report to the West Coast."
"I'll go right now!" The Mohican-haired raider nodded and quickly ran out the door.
Black Skull crossed his chair legs and put the rifle aside. Just as he was thinking about what else to prepare, a melodious whistle came from the distance.
The people in the room were all taken aback and looked at each other.
Black Skull sat up from his chair and quickly walked to the window facing the coast. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the harbor. Almost at the same time, a raider ran in from the outside in a panic and reported while panting.
"Boss, a freighter is approaching the port with the NAC flag hanging on it!"
The raiders in the room were in an uproar.
"Sh * t! Is the NAC people back?! "
"What should we do?! If they think we stole their canned food … "
"Shut the f * ck up, all of you!"
Black Skull cursed, picked up his rifle, and fired at the ceiling. Cement dust and plastic debris scattered from the ceiling. On the heads of the people who were discussing, everyone showed a fearful expression and didn't dare to look directly at their boss.
"What's on the freighter? Can you see it clearly? " The vulture-like gloomy eyes stared at the trembling raider at the door. Black Skull lowered his voice and asked, "Is it power armor standing on the deck? Or soldiers wearing kinetic skeletons? And NAC's warships, are they also following? "
"No, there is only one freighter." Afraid that the murderous demon would shoot him in the chest, the raider gulped and replied while trembling, "There are containers piled on the deck, and they are probably filled with canned food …"
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