I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1410: You Need A Guide

A combat meeting against the USN was held in the temporary command post.

The meeting was chaired by General Jiang Chen, and all the senior officers of the Expeditionary Army attended this meeting without exception. The topics discussed not only included plans to counteract USN’s air superiority and how they would deal with the difficult NS-90 robots, but also the most fundamental and most urgent problem—

Where are they?!

“...The chip on Governor Zhou’s body can send signals. As long as we get within a certain range, we can locate his coordinates,” an officer suggested.

“The problem is that they are at sea and we have no air superiority. How do we search for them?”

“How about releasing high-altitude drones? As long as...”

“Umm, as long as they are not blind, none of our drones will even get close—”

“Then search from below the sea level!” Jiang Chen interrupted the argument around the conference table and tapped on the table with a finger to signal everyone to be silent. Immediately afterward, he looked at the Guards Captain next to him, and ordered in an absolute tone, “Contact the Beluga Station and let them be in charge of the search. We will provide the chip’s frequency. As long as they can lock onto the position of the USN fleet, we will immediately pay them 10,000 credits. If they can bring Zhou Guoping back, I will pay 100,000.”

Many people’s eyes lit up when they heard the General’s words. They didn’t think they could use Beluga Station to locate the USN fleet.

Some people certainly considered this possibility, but they were hesitant to propose this idea. After all, NAC was developing its own navy, and the plan was to gradually recover the protection service from Wanghai to Yizhou, Yingzhou, and North America from Beluga Station. It was in direct conflict with their interests, and the relationship between the two parties was in a precarious state.

But unlike these officers, as the General, Jiang Chen could see the situation clearly.

The friction between the NAC and Beluga Station on the issue of sea power could only be regarded as competition and not confrontation. As long as NAC was willing to make certain concessions, the other side would certainly be willing to help.

Also,10,000 credit points were enough to buy a whole truck of rice produced in the Garden of Eden.

“ROGER.”

Zheng Shanhe nodded and left the conference room.

The meeting continued, and then more than a dozen officers discussed and formulated a detailed combat plan against the USN. Given the topic required professional knowledge, Jiang Chen didn’t interrupt the meeting. Instead, Li Wang presided over this portion of the meeting.

After the meeting, Jiang Chen asked Li Wang to stay.

“Are the National Guard and the Minuteman’s troops here?” While Jiang Chen put away the minutes of the meeting, he looked at Li Wang.

“They arrived this morning,” Li Wang nodded and reported to him. “I marked a place for them two kilometers east of Outpost Town, which was originally zoned as a newly developed residential area. Until this war is over, they will be stationed there and fight with us together.”

“Very good.” Jiang Chen nodded, “Where is the reinforcement fleet? How long will it take to reach the West Coast?”

“A week at the latest and maybe four days at the earliest,” Li Wang said.

Jiang Chen nodded, looked at Li Wang, and continued.

“I have another mission.”

“Please go ahead.” Li Wang respectfully said.

Jiang Chen did not speak, but directly opened his watch, tapped a few buttons on the holographic screen, and a map of the Nevada desert appeared in front of them.

“This is...” When Li Wang looked at the map and the red area in the center of the map, he frowned slightly.

“This area is located east of Las Vegas, and the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center is nearby,” Jiang Chen continued as he focused on Li Wang, “Send a power armor team there and I’ll recommend a guide for you. You have only one task, and that is to find the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center and control it!”

...

Inside the cold and humid room of the dungeon of Outpost Town.

Black Skull’s hands and feet were chained down by shackles. He laid on the bed lethargically as he zoned out staring at the outlines of the ceiling.

Perhaps it was because he was very cooperative when he explained the whole story, the sensible NAC did not shoot him. Instead, NAC threw him into the dungeon. Every day, two tubes of nutrient supplies were tossed in from the small window while he rotted away in here.

Sometimes he really thought that it would be better to end himself here instead of staring at the dark ceiling.

But now, he heard footsteps from outside the door.

Is it time for food

Black Skull murmured in his mind and thought that the interval between the two meals was a bit short.

Just as he was about to get up and walk to the door, the black iron door suddenly opened slowly.

He stared blankly at the ray of light that leaked through the crack of the door. For some reason, he felt an excitement that made him want to cry. The soldier who appeared at the door ignored the expression on his face, flipped through the list in his hand, and glanced at him emotionlessly.

“Black Skull.”

“Yes.” After he swallowed, Black Skull nodded vigorously. “It’s me, what’s wrong?”

“A certain NAC unit is about to go to the desert for a mission. It needs a guide who is familiar with the Nevada Desert.” Without any nonsense, the soldier closed the list, threw it on the side table, and concisely said, “You now have an atonement. Even the opportunity for meritorious service, whether you can grasp it depends on your own performance.”

“NO PROBLEM! I GOT IT!” Black Skull exulted. “I have lived in the Nevada Desert for more than ten years, I can even walk to Las Vegas with my eyes closed!”

As long as he could get out, he was willing to do anything! Even if he had to fight a Death Claw, he would not even frown for a single second. The days inside the dark room was inhumane. In that dark, cold and humid environment, even a determined person would go crazy after a while!

The soldier nodded, and said to the guard next to him, “Give him this collar. You can release the shackles.”

After he put on the electronic collar, the feeling of explosives hanging around his neck made Black Skull quite uncomfortable, but he also knew that he had no choice.

He followed the soldier to an office where a high-ranking officer sat. As for how Black Skull determined his ranking, it was from the Knight Medal that hung in front of his chest...

“The target we are searching for is the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center. The only information now is that it may appear in the eastern desert of Las Vegas, about two hundred meters deep underground. To put it bluntly, even though it is called the Meteorology Monitoring Center, it is actually a pre-war military facility.”

The officer then paused, looked at the black predator in front of him, and continued to speak, “I’ll just say that as long as you can bring us there, all your crimes will be forgiven. Based on how long it will take you to complete this mission, we may even pay out a hefty reward.”