Back a week ago, NAC's cargo ships docked at the colonial port. Unexpectedly, they were not greeted by their compatriots who headed to North America first, but by a group of bandits with guns and ammunition.

There were indeed many weapons on the freighter, but the firepower was still more than one level lower than the plunderers on the shore. These plunderers quickly attacked the deck and captured the injured soldiers and colonists on the ship. According to Han Yue's self-report, he risked his life to jump into the sea and avoided the plunderers' pursuit.

"How many of them are there?" Jiang Chen asked after thinking for a moment.

"I don't know, the situation was very chaotic at that time, with bullets and explosions everywhere. It was about one hundred people? Maybe more than two hundred. In short, their firepower was very strong, not only heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, but even drones and several armored vehicles."

It is impossible for a few armored vehicles to capture NAC's colonies in North America, and it is impossible for dozens of them to come. Fifty power armors can already make up a quarter of the power armor brigade. In addition, 450 sets of exoskeletons, Niupi Jiang Chen, who swept across the west coast, did not brag, but it was not a problem to huddle in the fortress to defend himself, not to mention that so many fixed weapons were built on the fortress.

"How many people have escaped besides you?" Jiang Chen continued to ask.

"I don't know... there may be one or two more. I saw someone falling into the water, but it was hard to say whether it was a living person or a corpse..." Having said this, Han Yue's expression on his face was a little ashamed, after all, he chose to escape at that time.

"Nothing, you are not a soldier, and it is not shameful to escape," Seeing what he was thinking, Jiang Chen reached out and patted his shoulder, and then spoke, "Does there be any signs on those raiders? Or things like flags, like this."

As he said that, Jiang Chen took a stained rag, and painted the pattern of an airplane with red paint.

This is the symbol of the Airport Gang. The "natives" in North America seem to like to engage in performance art. When Jiang Chen went downstairs, he saw them hanging this piece of rag in the center of the lobby on the second floor of the airport. He felt that it was annoying and pulled it down.

Looking at the flag, Han Yue thought hard for a moment, suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "I remember, all of them were wearing black cloth masks, and the same logo was painted in white paint on the masks."

“What sign?”

"A skeleton!"

White skeleton?

Jiang Chen touched his chin.

According to this clue, the Skeleton Gang, or the White Skeleton Gang, are probably the ones occupying the colony now. However, Jiang Chen still doesn't believe that a mere raider gang can destroy his colony.

Although Zhou Guoping has some problems with his character, his IQ is not a problem. Otherwise, Jiang Chen would not have given him the North American colony to manage. Perhaps Jessica, who is also a plunderer, would know something, and perhaps Chinatown can also give his brother good advice.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Chen asked the last question.

"The last question, how did you get here?"

Santa Monica Airport is still a bit far apart from the port. From the map, the straight line distance is 2 kilometers.

"I heard from the sailors on the boat that there is a Chinatown near Santa Monica and that their relationship with the colony has always been good, so I planned to borrow a radio station from them, and at least I had to feedback the situation of the colony to Wanghai City." Having said this, a wry smile appeared on Han Yue's face, "However, the sailor did not tell me where Chinatown was. When I passed by the airport, I wondered if there would be a map of Los Angeles City here, so I came in and took a look, but I didn't expect to fall into their trap as soon as I came in."

Chinatown in Santa Monica?

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Chen's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

If he remembers correctly, Chinatown in Los Angeles should be in the city center.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that you can talk about it. After all, the difference in the history direction between the present and the end of the world is quite different. Even Santa Monica can pop up at an airport, and it seems that Chinatown will be nearby.

For safety reasons, Jiang Chen still verified his identity.

The identity information of all citizens of NAC is bound to the fingerprint and iris, and is included in the database of the Logistics Department. As a marshal, you can naturally view it at will. Although traditional communication methods cannot be contacted with Wanghai City for the time being, Jiang Chen’s watch is not only traditional electromagnetic wave communication methods, but also a cross-dimensional communication chip designed by Lin Ling.

He took out a scanning gun that looked like a razor from the storage space as if he had magic. Jiang Chen shook his eyes at him, and then scanned his personal information.

[Han Yue, male, 25 years old, pre-war occupation: bank security guard. He obtained NAC inferior citizenship in January 2019, registered as a colonist on September 10, 2020, and volunteered to go to North American wasteland.]

"Give him a gun," pointed at Han Yue, Jiang Chen turned to Zheng Shanhe and said, "There is already a candidate for the supervisor. You should try to clear the runway before tomorrow night. I will take people to Chinatown later."

"Why don't I go?" Zheng Shanhe hesitated and said.

"No, I need to understand the situation in North America. It would be better to go there in person. Since Chinatown and North American colonies have a good relationship, they will most likely assist us." After leaving this sentence, Jiang Chen walked out of the waiting room.

Without further insistence, Zheng Shanhe nodded, took a rifle from the side and threw it over. Looking at Han Yue who was rushing to catch the rifle, he stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "From now you are a soldier of NAC, I hope you can adapt to your new identity as soon as possible and perform well. I am optimistic about you."

"Me, what should I do?" Han Yue asked at a loss with a rifle in his arms, "Cleaning the airport? I..."

"Cleaning the airport is not your job. We will tell the plunderers how to do it. You are the supervisor, you are responsible for helping us watch them work. If they are disobedient, you will invite them to eat peanuts. It's that simple. Don't tell me that you haven't killed anyone after living for so long."

"I have worked as a caravan guard for several months..." Han Yue said with a wry smile.

Of course, he had killed people, and he still killed a few more people, but he still did not fully adapt to his current new identity.

"That's easy," Zheng Shanhe pointed to the slaves behind him who looked at him timidly. "These guys probably don't understand Mandarin. Since you sign up to come to North America, I hope you can at least speak English. In a while, you can pick a few people who can communicate as your helpers. I will send them a pistol and a few bullets to assist you in the management."

Seeing that Zheng Shanhe, who was wearing power armor, was about to leave, Han Yue hurried forward and asked two steps.

"Can I ask who you are? I mean, is it an Expeditionary Force or the First Division... I have no other meaning, I just want to ask where my organization is now."

Hearing this, Zheng Shanhe was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile opened on the corner of his mouth, raised his thumb and pointed at the door of the waiting room.

"Do you know who the one you just talked to was?"

Han Yue swallowed and said in a reserved tone.

"I dare to ask...who is the big man?"

"The one who scares you to death with his name." Zheng Shanhe grinned.
Chapter completed!