Going back to a week ago, NAC's cargo ship docked at the colonial port. They did not expect to be greeted by their compatriots who went to North America first, but a group of armed bandits.
There were indeed a lot of weapons on the cargo ship, but their firepower was still much lower than the predators on the shore. These predators quickly attacked the deck and captured the wounded soldiers and colonists on board. According to Han Yue's account, he risked his life to jump into the sea to escape the predators' pursuit.
"How many of them were there?" Jiang Chen asked after thinking for a moment.
"I don't know. The situation was chaotic. There were bullets and explosions everywhere. About a hundred people? Maybe more than two hundred. In short, their firepower was very strong. Not only heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, but even drones and a few armored vehicles. "
It was impossible for a few armored vehicles to take down NAC's colony in North America. Even if there were dozens of them, it would be impossible. Fifty power armors could already form a quarter of the power armor brigade. Coupled with 450 sets of kinetic skeletons, Jiang Chen wasn't exaggerating to say that he could sweep the West Coast, but it was not a problem to hide in the fortress, not to mention there were so many fixed weapons on the fortress.
"How many people escaped besides you?" Jiang Chen then asked.
"I don't know … maybe one or two. I saw someone fall into the water, but I couldn't tell if they were alive or dead …" Han Yue's expression was a little ashamed. After all, he chose to escape at that time.
"It's okay. You're not a soldier. It's not shameful to escape." Jiang Chen knew what he was thinking. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then said, "Are there any symbols on those predators? Or something like a flag, like this. "
As Jiang Chen spoke, he took out a tattered cloth covered in dirt. On it was a picture of an airplane drawn with red paint.
It was the symbol of the Airport Gang. The "natives" of North America seemed to be very fond of performing art. When Jiang Chen went downstairs, he saw them hanging this rag in the middle of the second-floor hall of the airport. He felt it was an eyesore, so he pulled it down.
Looking at the flag, Han Yue thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "I remember, all of them wore black cloth masks, and the same symbol was painted with white paint."
"What symbol?"
"A skeleton!"
A white skeleton?
Jiang Chen touched his chin.
Based on this clue, it was probably the Skull Gang or the White Skull Gang that occupied the colony. However, Jiang Chen still didn't believe that a mere raider gang could destroy his colony.
Although Zhou Guoping's character was a bit questionable, his IQ was not a problem. Otherwise, Jiang Chen would not have asked him to manage the North American colony. Maybe Jessica and Hardy, who were also predators, would know something. Maybe the people in Chinatown could give his brother some good advice.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen asked the last question.
"One last question. How did you get here?"
Santa Monica Airport was still quite a distance from the port. According to the map, the straight-line distance was about two kilometers.
"I heard from the sailors on the ship that there is a Chinatown near Santa Monica, and the relationship with the colony has always been good, so I planned to borrow a radio station from them. At least I had to report the situation of the colony to Wanghai." A bitter smile appeared on Han Yue's face. "However, the sailor didn't tell me where Chinatown is. When I passed by the airport, I wondered if there would be a map of Los Angeles here, so I came in to take a look. I didn't expect to fall into their trap as soon as I came in."
Chinatown is in Santa Monica?
When Jiang Chen heard this sentence, his eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
If he remembered correctly, Los Angeles' Chinatown should be in the city center.
But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense. After all, the historical trends of the modern world and the apocalypse were quite different. Even a place like Santa Monica could have an airport, so it was not surprising that Chinatown was nearby.
For the sake of safety, Jiang Chen still verified his identity.
The identity information of all NAC citizens was bound to fingerprints and irises and recorded in the database of the logistics department. As the General, he could naturally view it at will. Although traditional communication methods could not be used to contact Wanghai for the time being, Jiang Chen's watch not only had traditional electromagnetic wave communication means, but also the interdimensional communication chip designed by Lin Lin.
Jiang Chen magically took out a scanner gun that looked like a razor from the storage dimension, waved it in front of his eyes, and then scanned his personal information.
[Han Yue, male, 25 years old, pre-war occupation: bank security. Obtained NAC lower citizenship in January 2019, registered as a colonist on September 10, 2020, and volunteered to go to the North American wasteland.]
"Give him a gun." Jiang Chen pointed to Han Yue, then turned to Zheng Shanhe and said, "I already have a candidate for the supervisor. You try to clear the runway before tomorrow night. I will take people to Chinatown in a while."
"Why don't I go?" Zheng Shanhe hesitated and said.
"No, I need to understand the situation in North America. It's better to go in person. Since Chinatown has a good relationship with the North American colony, they will most likely assist us. "Jiang Chen left this sentence and walked out of the airport.
Zheng Shanhe nodded, took a rifle from the side, and threw it over. He looked at Han Yue, who hurriedly caught the rifle, and patted him on the shoulder. "From now on, you are a NAC soldier. I hope you can adapt to your new identity as soon as possible and perform well. I have high hopes for you."
"I, what should I do?" Han Yue asked with a rifle in his arms, "Clean up the airport? I … "
"It's not your job to clean up the airport. We will tell the raiders what to do. You are the supervisor. You are responsible for helping us watch them work. If they are disobedient, you will treat them to peanuts. It's that simple. Don't tell me you haven't killed anyone after living for so long. "
"I worked as a caravan guard for a few months …" Han Yue smiled sheepishly.
Of course, he killed people, and he killed a few, but he still hadn't fully adapted to his new identity.
"Then it's easy." Zheng Shanhe pointed to the slaves behind him who were looking at him timidly. "These guys probably don't understand Mandarin. Since you signed up to come to North America, I hope you at least know English. In a while, you pick a few who can communicate to be your helpers. I will give them a pistol and a few bullets to help you manage. "
Seeing that Zheng Shanhe in power armor was about to leave, Han Yue hurriedly took two steps forward and asked.
"Can I ask who you are? I mean, is it the Expeditionary Force or the First Division … I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask where I am now. "
When Zheng Shanhe heard this sentence, he first paused, then a strange smile appeared on his face. He raised his thumb and pointed to the door of the terminal.
"Do you know who you just talked to?"
Han Yue swallowed his saliva and said cautiously.
"May I ask … which big shot?"
"The one who will scare you to death if I tell you his name." Zheng Shanhe grinned.
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