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

It has been more than two months since the opening of the end-time and the world's passages, and the first business of human development in Africa has officially started. With more than 50 agricultural machinery, 200 employees of future generations have boarded the legendary African continent.

“Here is Africa?” Standing in the port, the man with a baseball cap picked up his eyes and looked at the grassland outside the port.

His name is Feng Yuan. He used to be the general manager of the East Asia Construction Company. Now he is the general manager of the Future Development Office in Africa. Probably at the age of twenty-five, he had accepted the assignment of the company and worked in Africa for about two years. About two or three years before the war, I returned to Wanghai City. After the war broke out, I fortunately hid in the shelter. After lying in the dormant cabin, I waited until a year ago to wake up.

It’s been a few decades now, and it’s still like that, with little change.

The doomsdays that have occurred on other continents seem to have nothing to do with it. From any angle, it is completely different from Wanghai City.

Outside the port is an endless grassland, looking at the yellow and yellow. Occasionally, a few green trees stand alone in the middle of the wilderness. The distant hillsides are low bushes. They look like antelopes with similar beasts and are leisurely paced on the grasslands.

"Going over there for a dozen kilometers is Mombasa, our tribe is there." From the office next to the port, the black man with short sleeves came over and looked at Feng Yuan. "Hurry up the road. Our chieftain wants to see you."

"Speaking of your tribe's name?" Feng Yuan asked.

The African natives screamed a long list.

Feng Yuan and his assistants looked at each other and saw the helplessness from each other's eyes.

“Can you say short?”

"Steel teeth, you can call our name of the tribe, the chief of Du Aman is very fond of this name," at this moment, the wizard who had been with the chief of Zaria, came out from the outside of the port. After entering, he gave a slight nod to Feng Yuan, grinning and smiling, revealing a white mouth. "You are friends of the Du Aman Grand Chief, please allow me to be your guide."

"Thank you." Feng Yuan nodded slightly and accepted his kindness.

Under the **** of several military vehicles, nac's truck fleet was driving on the road in the wilderness. Rolling dust back up is like using a tumbling wave. The pleasant scenery on both sides is quite good. The only fly in the ointment is that the road conditions are really bad.

The people here don't seem to have the concept of repairing the broken things, unless they are not going to go any further.

After nac took control of the whole city of Wanghai City, the first thing was to build a road. At least the road from the sixth block to the other survivors of nac was repaired, and then the maglev road pile was put on.

However, the people here are different. When I saw this road from the port to the city, Feng Yuan was quite skeptical. It was abandoned from the beginning of the war.

There is almost no alienation 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, and it is also dangerous.

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

In fact, it was an attack, and the last discovery was nothing but a false alarm.

A group of armed men carrying old-style electric pickup trucks rushed to a position half a kilometer away from the team, hiding behind the bushes and facing the team for a sudden burst of bullets. The bullets flew in the head of Feng Yuan and others, responsible for the **** team. The steel-steel tribe soldiers hid behind the team for the first time, screaming and screaming at the militants half a kilometer away.

Later, thanks to the twenty nac soldiers on the car and a mortar. The shooter who set up the sniper rifle, after killing the five or six militants on the opposite side, immediately ran off like the wind.

The look of that glimpse is really doubtful, what they did just now.

When the bandits left, the wizard named Lusangbo immediately came over from the back of the team with a cheeky face. He said without blushing what the steel-steel tribe will protect your life and property. Forgot the fact that he and his soldiers just hid behind the nac team...

Feng Yuan did not intend to pursue it, but he had already made up his mind in his heart.

When you turn back, you must contact the company to call, and let the headquarters send more bodyguards. It is best to send a mercenary group. I hope that this group of Africans really have no use of the fart. They said that they were responsible for the safety of these pioneers. As a result, one or two were hiding behind.

Soon, the team was finally on the edge of the city, and it was already possible to see the outline of Mombasa. However, before entering the city, the first thing that caught the eye of Feng Yuan was a poor and backward urban area.

The wide roads are lined with low sand houses and twisted alleys. A pair of hemp ropes are connected in series in the middle of the alley, with colorful strips hanging from them.

This is probably a slum, and according to the wizard named Lusangbo, the city named Mombasa is now occupied by the Steel Teeth. From this neighborhood to the north shore of Lake Victoria, it is the land of the Steel Teeth tribe.

Of course, not all of them are steel-steel tribes. Only the people living in the city are the people of the Steel Teeth tribe, and most of the people living in the slums outside the city are other tribes or no tribes, as well as refugees from Europe and South Asia.

Feng Yuan noticed that not only Europeans and Asians are miserable here, but many black people themselves are also suffering. Strangles between people of different tribes are commonplace, ranging from street fights to armed conflicts. Except for those in the city who are relatively decent, most of these people outside the city are skinny.

Feng Yuan secretly estimated in the heart.

The population of this city alone may be hundreds of thousands. However, there are so many people and large tracts of land, but no one is willing to leave the slums, to open the vast wasteland outside the city, and even prefer to contract. Give foreigners care.

The best-selling item here is bullets, and sometimes it can even be used as a currency for trading. The bullets shipped from nac are the most popular, because the jam rate is low and the accuracy is relatively good. As for the bullets from the Africans themselves, most of them are inferior products.

It was not the sand that was mixed into the gunpowder, or the bottom of the bullet was affected by the tide.

It seems that no one is more refined than black people.

Just as Feng Yuan looked at the streetscape outside the window and wondered how to make more benefits for future people's development, the team had arrived at the city hall of Mombasa. Lusangbo, dressed in a wizard's robe, walked down the car and walked to the team's head with a cane. Feng Yuanwei, who jumped from the car, smiled.

"It's already here, please allow me to take you to see our Du Aman chief now, the banquet has been waiting for you for a long time."