MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1565 Buying money

"Those who are nac are not good at dealing with it. I don't know if there is any power armor inside." Mandalu, with his back, rubbed his dry eyelids and looked at the position of the mortar shell from time to time outside the observation port. Wrinkles are crowded together.

Although it was expected from the beginning that these nac people might not be able to deal with it, he still did not expect it to be so difficult.

Originally in accordance with their tactics, the first round of the first sent slaves to attack, to test the fire situation in the settlement, while providing cover for the second round of offensive forces. However, the firepower of those Asians was beyond their expectation. In less than two minutes, the temporary artillery positions deliberately pushed to the front line were bombarded by the anti-ballistic bombardment. The attacking forces attempting to withdraw from the front line were fired again. Heavy machine guns were pressed to death.

Until now, four or five soldiers were suppressed by the Asian machine guns under the ruins of the wooden house, and their subsequent offensive plans were completely disrupted.

"There should be no power armor," although it seems to be a simple-minded person with four limbs, but the burly black man is not stupid, not recklessly making plans, but calmly analyzing, "If there is power armor. They can take the initiative to attack, instead of keeping a waste of shells inside."

As soon as he thought of the food in the development zone, Balem’s eyes could not help but give off the green light, and the nose was heavy. Although the Mursi tribe and these Asians are innocent, in the yellow prairie, it is a sin to have food in the weak.

Yes, even if the attack failed, he still has not changed this understanding.

In the African savannah, the strong will never shrink into the wall in the face of threats. They dare not come out to fight, then they can only explain that they are just outside the bunker.

What's more, their cards at the Mursi tribe have not yet been played.

Even though the heavy machine guns and mortars are very powerful, it is too naive to rely on firepower to beat their cards.

I noticed the change of the face on Barlem's face. Standing next to him, the mandalu with its back, the cracked mouth of the mouth raised an inch of sinister smile.

Like the big tribe of Mursi, the water lizard tribe he represents has no big enmity with those Asians, but there are still small festivals.

The chief of the Water Lizard tribe is the famous entrepreneur of Mombasa, which operates sand, cement and engineering. Originally, they thought that the arrival of these Asians would make them earn a fortune. However, after several negotiations, the Asians completely opened them. Not only the cement was transported from its own site, but the engineering team and construction equipment were all from their own. Pulled over.

In this way, the water lizard tribe, which directly hoards the cement and prepares to sit on the ground, suffers a heavy loss, and blinks in the face of a bag of cement piled up on the ground.

Therefore, they joined the big tribes such as Mursi to attack the Asian settlements in the development zone. The food in the settlements is not the main reason. The real reason is to give some lessons to these unruly Asians.

Of course, because they provided the entire Morris tribe with a whole truck of weapons, they were eligible to receive dividends from the hunt. If you can get some food from these Asians, it will be a compensation for the losses they suffered when hoarding cement.

Just then, a black soldier ran in in a panic.

"Report, the people of nac have set off from the port area!"

"Port area? How can people over the port area come over?" The two mung beans seemed to shrink their eyes. Barem stared at the sentinel and continued to ask, "See how many people are there?" ?"

"Five armored off-road vehicles..." swallowed, the black soldier screamed. "It seems like there are two helicopters."

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[After the launch of the signal bomb, the private group of the future group in the settlement took the initiative to attack, and the nac Marine Corps from the port direction jointly launched an offensive against unidentified armed elements outside the development zone. A total of 31 people were injured in the operation and seven were killed. More than 200 militants were killed and 370 people were captured. The rest took hostages to escape. In addition, thirty-seven slaves were killed in the operation...]

When the report was sent to Jiang Chen’s hand, he did not feel too much accident about the final result.

The Marine Corps stationed at the port is the elite of nac. If even a group of indigenous people can't cope with it, it will be too embarrassing for them. The only thing that makes Jiang Chen care is the description of certain details in the battle report.

According to the report, on the battlefield, the Mursi tribe used a special biotechnology to inject a certain medicinal agent to make the burly soldiers become more burly and more bloodthirsty.

These people usually hold a power hammer, or something like an axe, a chainsaw, and a heavy c-shaped steel plate. The tactics are like the mutants in Wanghai City. When they approach, they will be close to the enemy.

The most amazing thing is that after being trapped in this drug-catalyzed violent state, these soldiers not only greatly enhanced their resilience, but also healed by the naked eye with non-fatal damage, along with muscle density and bone strength, and the body-to-bullet The resistance is no less than the mutant.

"What do you think is this stuff?" Jiang Chen asked a few curious words.

"I don't know, but I guess it's probably something that motivates the potential of life, but all of these pharmacy users don't live long. Are you interested? There are a lot of pharmacies in the sixth block." Sitting on the sofa next to Jiang Chen, while eating the snacks from the coffee table, Lin Ling said as she swayed her calf.

Do you overdraw your life potential?

Putting this matter aside for a while, Jiang Chen put the battle report on the coffee table and looked at Xiaorou sitting opposite.

At this moment, the feelings of Xiaorou are quite low. Obviously, the hostages are finally being robbed, and her heart is still worried.

However, Jiang Chen did not blame her, but looked at her and smiled comfortably.

After all, for him now, the problems that future people will develop in the last days of Africa will not be a problem at all. From the very beginning, he said that he would give her the business of the future group to her in the end, just to let her practice.

"What are you going to do with those hostages?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"I don't know, the people of the Mursi tribe have issued a very high ransom. They want us to use a box of military money for a person." Sun Xiaorou shook his head and said with a slight resentment, "We are passing the big chiefs. Negotiating with them, but still no good results..."

No wonder she will be angry.

After all, the future development of people has been managing the relationship of the big chief. However, this happened in his territory. The great chief did not help to arrest those bandits, but instead acted as an intermediary to negotiate between the two sides.

Is this something that people do?

It is not unreasonable to lag behind. Sun Xiaorou cannot understand the logic of thinking of these African tribes, but Jiang Chen is a little understandable. The Steel Teeth tribe needs to unite with other small tribes in Mombasa to stabilize their position as the chief of the non-United Arab Emirates.

So, in any case, the big chief will not help outsiders to suppress themselves.

legal? moral?

Those things have not said anything else.

Of course, understanding is understood, tolerance is impossible.

"Want to listen to my opinion?" Looking at the distressed Xiaorou, Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Xiao soft eyes lit up, looked up and looked at Jiang Chen, his face re-expanded Ying Ying smile.

"Do you have a solution?"

"Well, give them the ransom first, and then give the big chief the benefits of 20 boxes of military money, so that he must ensure the safety of the hostage." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"That is more than 20 boxes of military capital. Do you really have to pay them so many ransoms?" Xiaorou slightly opened his mouth and looked at Jiang Chen in amazement. "There are still 20 boxes of military compensation, too much. Ok..."

That is not a suitcase, but a small container dedicated to transporting arms.

"Maybe I said it is not clear enough. The benefits of the ten boxes of military capital are not just the rewards of the middlemen." Jiang Chen smiled, his expression did not change, but there was a little bit of chill in the words. "And What kind of money for the Mursi tribe?"