It had been more than two months since the passage between the apocalypse and the modern world was opened. Future Development's first business in Africa also officially started. With more than 50 agricultural machinery and 200 Future Development employees, they embarked on the legendary African continent.
"This is Africa?" Standing on the port, the man in the baseball cap narrowed his eyes and looked at the grassland outside the port.
His name was Feng Yuan. He used to be the general manager of East Asia Construction and was now the head of Future Development's Africa office. When he was about 25 years old, he accepted the company's assignment and worked in Africa for about two years. He returned to Wanghai about two or three years before the war. After the outbreak of the war, he was lucky enough to hide in a fallout shelter. He lay in a hibernation chamber and didn't wake up until a year ago.
Now that decades had passed, this place still looked the same with almost no changes.
The apocalypse that happened on other continents seemed to have nothing to do with this place. From any perspective, this place was completely different from Wanghai.
Outside the port was an endless grassland. As far as the eye could see, it was a patch of withered yellow. Occasionally, a few trees stood alone in the middle of the wilderness, and the hills in the distance were covered with low bushes. Herds of beasts that looked a bit like antelopes were leisurely pacing on the grassland.
"Mombasa is just a dozen kilometers away. Our tribe is there," Gao Peng said. From the office next to the port, a black man in a short-sleeved shirt walked over. He looked at Feng Yuan and said, "Hurry up, our chief wants to see you."
"What's the name of your tribe?" Feng Yuan asked.
The African babbled out a long string of words.
Feng Yuan and his assistant looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Can you be more concise?"
"Steel Tooth, you can call our tribe like this. Chief Duamang likes this name very much." At this moment, the Magus who had been following Chief Zariya walked over from the direction of the port. After walking in, he nodded slightly to Feng Yuan and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "You are the friends of Chief Du Amang. Please allow me to be your guide."
"Thank you very much." Feng Yuan nodded slightly and accepted his kindness.
Escorted by several military vehicles, the NAC truck fleet drove on the open road. The billowing dust that was stirred up was like a tumbling wave. The scenery on both sides of the road was quite good. The only fly in the ointment was that the road conditions were too bad.
The people here didn't seem to have the concept of repairing broken things, unless they could make do with it no matter what.
After NAC took control of the entire territory of Wanghai, the first thing they did was to build roads, at least from the Sixth Street to other NAC survivor settlements, then they installed magnetic levitation road piles.
However, the people here were different. Seeing the road leading from the port to the city, Feng Yuan wondered if this place had been abandoned since before the war.
There were almost no mutants on this continent, and the radiation levels were the lowest in the world. However, this did not mean that there was no danger here. In fact, in a sense, this place was much more chaotic and dangerous than other continents.
On the way to Mombasa, Feng Yuan's convoy was attacked.
In fact, it was an attack, but it turned out to be a false alarm.
A group of militants driving an old electric pickup rushed to a position half a kilometer away from the convoy. They hid behind the bushes and fired at the convoy. Bullets flew over the heads of Feng Yuan and the others. The soldiers of the Gangya Tribe who were responsible for guarding the convoy hid behind the convoy immediately. They shouted and fired at the militants half a kilometer away.
Later, thanks to the twenty NAC soldiers in the vehicle and a mortar, the gunmen with the sniper rifle rushed to a position half a kilometer away from the convoy. After the gunman with the sniper rifle killed five or six militants on the opposite side, the enemy immediately ran away like the wind.
Their dispersal really made one wonder what exactly they had come here for.
When the group of bandits left, the wizard named Lu Sambo immediately walked up from the back of the convoy and said without hesitation that the Gangya Tribe would protect their lives and property. He completely forgot the fact that he and his soldiers hid behind the NAC convoy …
Feng Yuan didn't plan to pursue the matter, but he had already made up his mind.
He had to contact the company later and ask the headquarters to send more bodyguards over. It would be best if they could send a mercenary group. It was useless to count on these Africans. They agreed to be responsible for the safety of the Wasteland Pioneers, but when the fight started, they all hid behind them.
Soon, the convoy finally drove to the edge of the city, and the outline of Mombasa could be seen in the distance. However, before entering the city, the first thing that caught Feng Yuan's eyes was a poor and backward urban area.
On the wide road, low sand houses and crooked alleys were scattered on both sides. Hemp ropes were connected in the middle of the alleys, and colorful cloth strips were hung on them.
This was probably the slums. According to the wizard named Lu Sambo, this city named Mombasa was now occupied by the Gangya Tribe. From here to the north shore of Lake Victoria, it was the land of the Gangya Tribe.
Of course, not everyone here was from the Gangya Tribe. Only the people living in the city were the people of the Gangya Tribe, and most of the people living in the slums outside the city were other tribes or vagrants without tribes at all, as well as refugees fleeing from Europe and South Asia.
Feng Yuan noticed that not only were Europeans and Asians living a miserable life here, but many black people themselves were also living a miserable life. Killing between people from different tribes was a common sight, ranging from small street fights to large armed conflicts. Except for those in the city who were relatively decent, most of the people outside the city were just skin and bones.
Feng Yuan secretly estimated in his mind.
The population of this city alone was probably in the hundreds of thousands. However, with such a large population and a large piece of land, no one was willing to leave the slums to reclaim the large piece of wasteland outside the city. They would even rather contract it to foreigners to manage.
The best-selling item here was bullets, and sometimes they could even be used as currency for transactions. The bullets from NAC were the most popular because of the low jam rate and relatively high accuracy. As for bullets made by Africans themselves, most of them were inferior products.
Either sand was added to the gunpowder, or the primer of the bullet was damp.
When it came to harming their own people, no one seemed to be better at it than the black people.
Just as Feng Yuan looked at the street outside the window and thought about how to seek more benefits for the development of future people, the convoy had arrived at the city hall of Mombasa. Lu Sambo, wearing a wizard robe, got off the car and walked to the head of the convoy with a cane. He smiled at Feng Yuan who jumped off the car.
"We're here. Please allow me to take you to see our Chief Du Amang. The banquet has been waiting for you for a long time."
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