Chapter 1352 - Blood Axe Mercenaries (2/2)
“Ten boxes of canned luncheon meat, ten bags of rice, and ten boxes of instant noodles…”
Blood Axe’s thick thumb slightly trembled when he read the list of supplies in front of Zhou Guoping.
That nostalgic taste that he almost forgot about…
He used a dagger to cut open an aluminum can, and Blood Axe licked the tip of the knife dipped in oil, and his eyes widened. In the envious eyes of his brothers, he savored the taste on his tongue, swallowed down, and said in a hoarse voice.
“It’s pork.”
The ragged mercenaries were rattled, and their eyes showed excitement and admiration. They gulped down desperately as they imagined the savory taste.
Zhou Guoping despised in his mind as he looked at the eyes widened Blood Axe and the excited mercenaries.
You guys are so excited about a few boxes of canned food and instant noodles.
If you went to the Sixth Street, then you might turn lunatic.
“What do you want?” Blood Axe put away his dagger, licked his chapped lips, then looked at Zhou Guoping as well as the soldiers in kinetic skeletons behind him, “I don’t believe you crossed the Pacific Ocean just to do charity.”
“Do you know where we are from?” Zhou Guoping glanced at him unexpectedly.
“No one doesn’t know where you are from,” Blood Axe pointed to the NAC logo on the truck next to him with a grin, “NAC in the Pan-Asia China region, the hope of the people in the wasteland, the ‘hometown’ of Chinatown, the rich yellow men who didn’t collect bottle caps, let me think about what other titles you have…that’s all, I don’t have a good memory.”
There were large and small survivors’ camps and settlements on the West Coast. Among them, the National Guard, the militia organization “Minutemen”, the cannibal tribe “Blood”, and the mutated human tribe “Destroy” were the prominent ones. Blood Axe and his Blood Axe Mercenaries were considered above average.
The local animal husbandry was very good. The survivors mainly use crystals and mutant skins to trade and also use a cola bottle cap with a special code as currency. Bottle caps were the hard currency throughout North America, even in semi-enclosed fallout shelters and backward mutated human tribes.
If there were any exceptions, only the NAC post on the West Coast didn’t accept the bottle caps. These yellow-skinned people from the Pan-Asian China region were very interested in high-tech products, especially spacecrafts, and were keen to pay with expensive canned food and instant noodles.
Many people made a lot of money by doing business with these people, which made everyone on the West Coast envious.
Blood Axe was also one of them, but he couldn’t find a way to get in touch with these yellow riches. He could watch trade caravans enter in and out as he waited for an opportunity to rob a weak caravan.
Unfortunately, none of the forces that did business with NAC was weak.
“Our outpost on the West Coast has been around for a while.” Zhou Guoping looked at Blood Axe standing in front of him, then continued, “While trading with you, we have also been investigating the investment environment here…”
“Investment environment?” Blood Axe looked at Zhou Guoping with dumbfounded eyes and asked incomprehensibly.
“…In short, our boss decided to send a governor to the outpost on the West Coast to establish a NAC colony here and sow the seeds of civilization on this ruin.”
“And you are the…Governor?”
“Exactly.” Zhou Guoping nodded.
“Be straightforward, what do you need me to do.” He couldn’t understand the intricacies, so he was straightforward, “Kill people? Or find someone?”
“Neither,” Zhou Guoping shook his head and cleared his throat. “As I said earlier, we plan to expand the outpost here into a colony. We need a lot of labors or slaves to do this, as well as mercenaries who manage our construction sites.”
Looking at the dumbfounded Blood Axe, Zhou Guoping smiled.
“We will hire you at the right price, and these materials are our deposit. Are you interested?”