I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1540: NAC in Africa

Remember [novelmao.com] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!

It has been more than two months since the passage of the last and present world opened, and the first business of the future human development in Africa has also officially started. With more than fifty agricultural machines, two hundred future employees have boarded the legendary African continent.

“This is Africa?” Standing on the port, the man in a baseball cap narrowed his eyes and looked at the grassland outside the port.

His name is Feng Yuan. He used to be the general manager of East Asia Engineering and Construction Corporation, but now he is the general manager of the Future Human Development Office in Africa. When he was about twenty-five years old, he had been dispatched by the company and worked in Africa for about two years. About two or three years before the war, he returned to Wanghai City. After the outbreak of the war, he luckily hid in the shelter and lay in the dormant cabin until he awoke a year ago.

Now decades have passed, and here is still the same, with little change.

The doomsday that happened to other continents seems to have nothing to do with it. From any point of view, here and Wanghai City are completely different.

Beyond the port is the endless grassland, looking yellow and yellow. Occasionally, a few green trees stand alone in the middle of the wilderness. The distant hillsides are all low bushes. The herds, which are somewhat similar to antelopes, are walking leisurely on the grassland.

“Going there for more than ten kilometers is Mombasa, our tribe is there.” From the office next to the port, the black man wearing short sleeves came over and looked at Feng Yuan and said, “Quick Click on the road, our chief will see you. “

“What is the name of your tribe?” Feng Yuan asked.

The African native said a long list.

Feng Yuan and the assistant beside him glanced at each other, and saw the helplessness in each other’s eyes.

“Can you say it short?”

“Gangya, you can call our tribe’s name this way, Chief Du Aman likes this name very much,” at that moment, the wizard who had always been with Chief Zaria, walked from the direction outside the port Over here. After entering, he slightly nodded to Feng Yuan, grinning, and showing his white teeth, “You are friends of Chief Du Aman, please allow me to be your guide.”

“Then thank you very much.” Feng Yuan nodded slightly and accepted his kindness.

Under the **** of several military vehicles, the NAC truck convoy drove on the highway in the wilderness. The rolling dust lifted backwards is like a rolling sea wave. The pleasant scenery on both sides is quite good, the only flaw is that the road conditions are too bad.

The people here do n’t seem to have the concept of repairing broken things, and it wo n’t go on unless it is.

After NAC controlled the entire territory of Wanghai City, the first thing was to build roads. At least the roads from the sixth block to NAC ’s other survivors ’settlements were repaired, and then the maglev piles were added.

However, the people here are different. Seeing this road from the port to the city, Feng Yuan is quite doubtful whether it has been deserted since the beginning of the war.

There are almost no foreign species on this continent, and the amount of radiation is also the lowest in the world. However, this does not mean that there is no danger here. Even in a sense, it is much more chaotic than other continents, but also much more dangerous.

On the way to Mombasa, Feng Yuan ’s convoy was attacked.

In fact, it was an attack, but it was only a false alarm.

A group of militants driving old-style electric pickups rushed to a position half a kilometer away from the convoy, hiding behind the bushes and facing the convoy for a burst of bullets. The steel-tooth tribe soldiers in charge of guarding the convoy hid behind the convoy for the first time, screaming while firing at the militants half a kilometer away.

Thanks to the twenty or so NAC soldiers in the car and a mortar. After killing the five or six militants on the opposite side, the shooter who set up the sniper rifle immediately ran away like the wind.

The disorganized look really makes people wonder what they were doing just now.

When the bandits were gone, the wizard named Lu Sangbo immediately walked back from behind the team with a cheeky face, and said without blushing what the Gangfang tribe would protect your life and property. Yes, I completely forgot the fact that he and his soldiers just hid behind the NAC team …

Feng Yuan does not intend to pursue, but he has made up his mind secretly.

When you look back, you must call the company, and let the headquarters send more bodyguards, preferably a mercenary regiment. I expected this group of Africans to be really useless. I had said that I had to take charge of the safety of these pioneers. As a result, I beat them one by one and hid behind them.

Soon, the team finally drove to the edge of the city, and from afar, they could already see the outline of Mombasa. But before entering the city, the first thing that caught Yuan Yuan’s eyes was a poor and backward urban area.

The wide highway is lined with low-lying sand houses and crooked alleys. A series of hemp ropes are connected in series in the middle of the alleys, with colorful cloth hanging on them.

This is probably a burrow. According to the wizard named Lusambo, this city called Mombasa is now occupied by the Ganga tribe. From this neighborhood to the north shore of Lake Victoria, it is the land of the Gangya tribe.

Of course, here are not all the people of Gangya tribe. The only people living in the city are the people of the Gangya tribe, and most of the people living in the slums outside the city are other tribes or nomads, and refugees who have fled from Europe and South Asia.

Feng Yuan noticed that not only the Europeans and Asians were miserable here, but many black people also lived miserably. Fighting between people of different tribes is commonplace, ranging from street fighting to armed conflict. In addition to those in the city who are relatively decent, these people outside the city are mostly skinny.

Feng Yuan secretly estimated in his heart.

There are probably hundreds of thousands of people in this city alone, but there are so many people and large tracts of land, but no one wants to leave the slums and reclaim the vast wasteland outside the city. Even prefer to contract to foreigners to take care of.

The best-selling items here are bullets, which can sometimes even be used as currency for transactions. Bullets shipped from NAC are the most popular because of their low jamming rate and relatively good accuracy. As for bullets from Africans, most of them are inferior products.

Either the sand was mixed with gunpowder, or the bottom of the bullet was damp.

When it comes to pitting oneself, no one seems to be better at this than black people.

Feng Yuan looked at the street view outside the window and wondered how to make more profits for future human development. The team had arrived at the city hall of Mombasa. Lu Sangbo, dressed in a wizard’s robe, stepped off the car and walked on crutches to the head of the convoy, looking at Feng Yuanwei who jumped from the car and smiled.

“Already arrived, please allow me to take you to see our Chief Duaman now, the banquet has been waiting for you for a long time.”