Chapter 1360 - Rising Star (1/2)
The apocalypse; the West Coast of North America.
The laborers in ragged clothes pushed carts forward as they moved between the steel reinforcements under the order of the supervisor; they delivered the cement and concrete bricks to the hands of the construction workers. The huge construction trucks drove back and forth between the concrete walls, and a giant fortress started to take its shape.
Based on the NAC military government’s plan for this place, this fortress would be the first phase of the colony. The second phase and third phase of the project would center around this fortress and expand out to functional blocks such as residential, commercial, industrial, logistics, distribution centers, ports, and even entertainment.
As the governor of this colony, Zhou Guoping was living in the moment.
When he recalled the conversation with Jiang Chen in Shangjing, he was very grateful for the decision he made at the time. Instead of choosing to return to the prosperous Wanghai for retirement, he came to this undeveloped land. Rather than spending the rest of his life trembling in the shadow of Chu Nan and always worrying about possible revenge, why would he not enjoy his life as the ruler of the distant North America?
The funds allocated by the logistics department and all the credits on him were turned into tools and raw materials for construction. Zhou Guoping took the appointment letter signed by the General himself and took the transport ship built by the NAC shipyard through the safe passage of the Bering Strait. He arrived on the West Coast along with reinforcements.
Not long after he arrived, he quickly implemented NAC’s colonial policy, played to the advantages of localized management, used interests to unite some survivors, and then drove those with vested interests to assist them in enslaving the other survivors.
At present, there were already 20,000 laborers working on the construction site as they worked tirelessly to contribute to the NAC colony. The price they paid was only a hundred boxes of canned food, two truckloads of instant noodles, and tens of thousands of fruit-flavored high-calorie nutrient supplies.
It won’t be long before this place become a paradise envied by North American survivors, and as the governor of this colony, he would also become the one above all. And all this was something he never dared to imagine…
On the outskirt of the construction site, a pair of poorly equipped mercenaries patrolled the area.
Half a month ago, their name was the Blood Axe Mercenaries. Although they kept their name, they were hired by NAC as long-term partners. Their usual tasks were patrolling and occasionally dealt with some issues they didn’t even consider as issues.
As the leader of the mercenaries, Blood Axe was very satisfied with his current life.
He was not only satisfied because of the compensation offered by NAC, but also because he and his boys left their precarious days and now lived a life without worry.
With his brand-new rifle, Blood Axe, as usual, led his boys to patrol the edge of this concrete fortress. He would from time to time look into the distance with his binoculars.
Not far away, dust floated in the air.
After he confirmed that there was a convoy approaching, Blood Axe notified the colony with his radio out of protocol, and then took his boys to stop the vehicles.
“Stop! It’s NAC territory ahead, please explain your intentions!”
The convoy stopped, and the mercenaries on the truck jumped down one after another.
Blood Axe gestured to his boys behind him, opened the safety of the rifle in his hand, and carefully examined the mercenaries with unknown intentions in front of him.
“We are the Black Skulls of Nevada,” a black brawny man walked forward to about ten meters in front of Blood Axe, he signed to the mercenaries behind him to put away their weapons and expressed his harmless intention. He then looked at Blood Axe with a grin, “We have no ill-intentions. We’re just here to discuss business with you.”
Black Skulls.
A frightening name in Nevada.