Chapter 1392 (1/2)

North American colony, governor's house.

Sitting in the boss's chair originally belonged to Zhou Guoping, the black skeleton's feet were on the desk, picking teeth with a toothpick, and playing with the badge on his hand in the sunshine of the window.

The bronze badge, with its three letters NAC, a sword and a shield, is clearly visible in the sun with a faint gold border. It's not clear what the emblem symbolizes, and I don't want to guess. This is what he took from the captain. Quan should be an interesting booty.

He slipped the medal into his pocket and the black skeleton yawned lazily.

There was no dry sand, no deadly scorpions, only the brackish sea breeze and warm sunshine. He had never dreamed of such a pleasant day, but now it is extremely real.

He was so rich in materials that he even had the luxury idea of ”moving a part of the grain out to make wine”. He was only struggling to find someone who was skilled in this field.

As for NAC, who may be in trouble with him

To be honest, he was not afraid of the yellow people.

He admitted that they were very powerful, and even the National Guard would have to bow down to their best efforts. However, he is also confident that he is the villain here, and he is the one with a big fist.

Even if we step back ten thousand steps, NAC troops will go to North America to settle accounts with this little ant. If he goes to the desert of Nevada, who can find him? He had four or five abandoned shelters for hiding.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

”Come in.”

Pushing the door in were his dog's head, the lame Bierce, and Rodney, the Slavic man with the head of mosey. One of the two became the mayor of the outpost Town, and the other became a sentinel police officer, in charge of logistics and slaves.

And his black skull, of course, is the biggest.

As for the specific title he should give himself, he has not yet decided.

”The mud crab breeding base has been cleaned up. How do you think those yellow people's heads grow? Why didn't anyone think of raising this thing in a cage before?” Touching the hair on his head, Rodney said, somewhat puzzled.

Before the yellow people came to North America, no one had ever tried the crab roe of mud crabs. The vast majority of people choose their food either from a mixture of exotic ingredients or from beef from a double headed Brahman with a puckered taste and sand like texture.

No one thought that under the hard shell which was stronger than the power armor, there was such delicious food hidden.

Of course, the opposite of delicious food is a fatal danger.

While cleaning the pond where mud crabs were raised, Rodney watched several slaves being dragged into the water and killed by the powerful crabs. Even he could not help but feel his scalp numb.

”No matter how long their heads are, I only care when my farm will be able to resume production.” Said the Black Skull, beating hachet, not at Rodney's wonder. In his opinion, no matter how clever and creative those yellow monkeys are, they will eventually become his wedding dress. There is no doubt that he is the wisest and strongest man in the waste land.

”It's restored. I've arranged for twenty slaves to be in it. Whoever does the work lazily will feed the crabs.” Rodney grinned cruelly.

”Where are you?” The black skeleton looked at Bierce and said lazily, ”all the supplies have been counted?”

”It's finished. All the supplies are recorded on it.” With that, Bierce turned his account book to the directory position and handed it to the boss respectfully. ”Converted into bottle caps, these materials are worth at least 70 million. You are the richest rich on the west coast.”

”Ha ha ha,” shriveled laughter filled the room, and the black skeleton, who had laughed enough, sat down again in the chair.

He is quite satisfied with the title of ”rich”, especially after adding the prefix ”the richest”, which makes him more satisfied than ever before.

Looking at the account book in his hand, the black skeleton nodded repeatedly and praised, ”well done, very good.”

”We have plenty of supplies now. I suggest we take some cans to liberty city to exchange for arms and slaves,” Bierce suggested with a grin as the boss was happy. ”We have to prepare early. The National Guard will come to our trouble sooner or later. There are NAC people. We have robbed their entire freighter.”

”Slave?” The black skeleton took out his ears and waved his hand in disapproval, ”that kind of thing is everywhere. Why replace it with cans? Rodney, you'll take a couple of truckloaders around the city in a moment, catch some capable men, and bring me some ocean horses by the way