Chapter 1421 - Slave Revolt (1/2)

In the port area next to the Panama Canal, dozens of trucks were parked beside a row of rusty wire fences.

Under the watch of armed USN soldiers, scavengers in orange prison uniforms carried plastic bags of different sizes and lined up beside the trucks. After they weighed the bags, the bundles of garbage were tossed onto the trucks, and their tasks for the day were then considered complete.

Before the outbreak of the World War in 2171, the Panama Canal was a shipping hub for the entire Americas, and the cargo throughput was several times higher than any other ports. Mountains of containers were stacked here and they stored everything from the most basic iron and aluminum ore to high-end large-scale electronic equipment. As long people were willing to spend the time, they could find whatever they desired.

In the second year after the Peace Treaty was signed, Panama was designated as a special zone by NATO. At the time, the Captain of the USS Obama was ordered by the NATO authorities to transfer a group of survivors from Washington, New York, Boston, and other places. This was the predecessor of the group that strived to revive the United States.

Later, when the space colonization ship lifted off, the World Government announced its dissolution, the officers of the USS Obama Aircraft Carrier decided to revive the United States. The ships of the entire Panama SAR were utilized and everyone in the area moved onto the fleet. This port full of containers had become their material supply base.

Of course, these Americans couldn’t pick garbage themselves.

Since they were reviving the United States, those Central American and South American survivors were their natural labor force. The situation got even better when Congress issued a combat order against the NAC. The three thousand Chinese colonists captured from Outpost Town and more than 30,000 West Coast residents directly expanded the workforce in Panama by ten times.

In order to manage the surplus labor force, they even added half a brigade. They also promised the North American prisoners at the time that as long as they were obedient, they could redeem themselves and become a glorious overseer.

After the trucks were filled, the trucks drove onto the highway and headed for the base ten kilometers away.

The slaves who had previously entered the port area were herded by soldiers in chemical protective suits to undergo radiation and virus inspections. After they passed the inspections, they were each given a nutrient supply. As for the amount of fluid in the nutrient supply, it depended on the mood of these Americans.

Herbert, with a rifle in front of his chest and equipped with desert-colored camouflage kinetic skeleton, couldn’t help but utter his tongue while he flipped through the statistics in his hand.

“Seventeen tons…Sh*t, these monkeys look thin, but they sure work very effectively.”

“Why didn’t those idiots in Congress do it sooner?” Jeff, who was next to him, grinned and cussed out. “Fu*k, if I knew they were so capable, we could definitely have gone to the other side of the Pacific Ocean to catch more slaves. I heard they have a lot of people anyway.”

“Haha, you can apply to Congress,” Herbert joked.

“I will once I get promoted to captain…what is that?” When he was halfway through the conversation, Jeff suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the horizon.

In the distant mouth of the canal, where the sea and sky intersected, a black spot suddenly appeared in their sight.

Jeff took two steps forward, squinted his eyes as he tried to get a clearer view. Herbert, next to him, also noticed the situation in the distance. He frowned and touched his chest, as he tried to grab his binoculars to take a closer look. However, only then did he realize that he had not brought his binoculars with him.

“Old Wu, do you think our General will come and save us?” Yu Buwei lifted his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face, as a trace of sadness appeared in his brows.

Americans were giving them less and less nutrient supply. From the beginning, they were barely full, but now, they were only half full most of the time. With 500 kilograms to complete in the afternoon, he didn’t know how long he could survive if the situation continued.

“Do you need to ask that question?” The man called Old Wu replied without hesitation. He looked to the few USN soldiers scattered around the empty ground with hatred in his eyes, but as well as a stubborn pride. “When did our General accept losses? Not to mention in the hands of white foreigners.”