I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)

Chapter 1352: Blood Axe Mercenaries

It was already the afternoon when Jiang Chen freed the exhausted Officer Kwai.

During this time, Kelvin and Ayesha both made a call. Kelvin’s call was to inform him that the 300 scientific researchers had successfully landed in the Mars Colony. They were preparing to enter Mine 071 under the order of Hong Zewei.

The call from Ayesha was related to the situation in Colombia.

Based on what Timochenko said, the FARC guerrillas and the Moro soldiers had successfully entered the Colombian Capital of Bogota. The defeated government force withdrew from the Cundinamarca province and retreated towards the Medellin region.

With the increasingly powerful FARC armed force, the Gulf Coast would be the last home of the government force and where the remaining NATO Coalition Force was stationed. The deterrence from the Ford Aircraft Carrier Battle Group could possibly allow them to struggle until the end of the year.

But Timochenko was quite optimistic.

After FARC took control of the military factory in Cundinamarca, it was capable of producing its own light weapons and ammunition. With the T72 tanks imported from Russia, FARC even armed an armored brigade.

But this armored brigade served more as a deterrence rather than having any actual combat value. After all, the T-72s could perhaps scare the equally poorly equipped government force, but the T-72s were laughable in front of NATO’s M1A2s. In addition, Colombia’s mountainous and forested nature made the value of armored forces quite limited.

But in any case, FARC gained the absolute upper hand.

After Timochenko occupied Bogota, he immediately announced that he would become the new president of Colombia. While he established a new constitution, he also appointed dozens of his close aides and established a new Colombian leadership team.

Immediately afterward, Timochenko, with victory in his grasp, even sent his own Minister of Energy to Xin to start negotiations with Celestial Trade on the Global Power Grid project. As previously stated, Celestial Trade would register a jointly controlled power company in Colombia with Timoshenko’s government, and carry out a grid construction plan under this power company.

After the Trans-Pacific cable landed in Ecuador, it finally took a difficult step forward. The grid extended its tentacles from the coast of South America to Colombia. It won’t be long before countries such as Venezuela and Brazil would join the Global Power Grid.

In the future, the remaining South American countries that firmly stood in the UA camp would also have to bow in front of the promise for higher GDP and lower energy costs in the South American electrification. They would ultimately have to become members of the Earth Defense Alliance…

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The Apocalypse.

The gate of an abandoned supermarket on the West Coast of North America, California.

The parking lot was full of the scrapped cars, and the surface of the building was full of bullet holes. The name of Wal-Mart could be vaguely seen on the rooftop sign, but many letters were missing.

As the largest supermarket in the United States, Wal-Mart’s shelves were sufficient to meet the needs of the entire United States. However, only a layer of thick dust was visible on the shelves, which couldn’t even feed a hungry mutated rat.

BANG!

Dark red blood splashed on the wall, and the thin-looking man hoisted the rifle behind him. He rushed forward and pulled the giant rat about the size of his thigh from under the shelf as he cheerfully shouted.

“Look at what I caught? A poor mouse.”

But he didn’t feel happy for long as a gun was quickly pointed at his head.

“Give it to me,” with a pistol, the black man said in a threatening tone.

“I found it first…” Although the gun was pointed at his head, the man was not at all afraid. Instead, he showed the grenade he had hidden in his hand and with an almost lunatic grin, he laughed, “Do you want to try?”

A mutated rat. Although it was somewhat lean, it could easily be converted into ten nutrient supplies in the organic boiler. The situation in North America was different from that in the Pan-Asia region. There were no dull zombies here, instead, there were powerful and cunning creatures.

It was not so easy to get a nutrient supply, and it was certainly not news to fight over a dead rat, even if the two people fighting belonged in the same force. Just when the two were in a stalemate over a rat, in the parking lot outside the supermarket, the Blood Axe Mercenaries welcomed a distinguished guest.

Two trucks parked in the middle of the parking lot. A dozen or so soldiers in kinetic skeletons jumped off the truck. A group of ragged mercenaries greeted them with envy and vigilance as they examined the soldier’s shiny equipment as well as the cardboard boxes on the truck.

“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?”