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Black Market Merchant

Several years after major nuclear wars, followed by the rise of robotic armies, have caused the world to become post-apocalyptic. The year is 2276 and Earth is now full of anarchy, corruption, and death. The rich are richer, the poor are poorer and government’s ever crueler. A lone woman carrying a large backpack, in the shape of a coffin, comes to a small post-apocalyptic town in the middle of southern Utah, whose only existence rides on the Colorado River. There is a dam which provides water, food, and transportation to the several thousand people who have been congregating in the slowly re-growing town. Many had once hoped to fix the hydroelectric station to rebuild their lives, but corruption brews. This lone woman stops at one of the bars in town and gets into a fight with some local gangsters who were mistreating a young girl outside. Causing her to become at odds with the gangs of the town. This is the instance that first roots our heroine, Lisa Cunningham, to save this town and prompted her to start growing her Black Market Empire here! However, gangs are the least of her worries! Robotic army’s, rebellion militia, mutated monsters, mad cults, competing companies, government entities and lustful men keep ogling over her all the time!! Not to mention the strange events that slowly begin to unfold around the little girl, Hanna, that Lisa had saved. Yet there is more to Lisa than gorgeous looks alone. She has come back from over 200 years ago and is learning more about what has happened while she was in cryogenic sleep. A sleep that she volunteered to do for the US military due to her cyborg body! There is so much that has changed on Earth, much of which is far from what she once remembered and now she has even more to learn. How will she be able to survive in a hostile apocalyptic world and reach her own frivolous goals to obtain great riches? Follow along now! Please Vote and leave Comments!

KyleSullivanJr · 科幻
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268 Chs

Chapter 238: Sample (3)

Not a single unnamed unit budged upon spotting the convoy crossing. They all were pre-painted in realistically mirrored camouflage specifically for the Southern Utah desert and laced in heat dampening materials that prevented thermal sensors from spotting them from the front or sides. Then with the addition to being underneath the bridge the Moab City ICADs had no way of knowing they were there. The element of surprise was still at hand.

Hawkins kept a strict eye on the feed coming from A-14 as his finger lingered above the ‘Send’ command button on the control panel. A-14’s video feed was the most central of the unnamed units on the window screen and thus easiest for him to keep watch on the situation. The transportation truck was the only wheeled vehicle on the bridge and as such it would be unable to get away easily once fully centered on the narrow concrete bridge. It was at that moment when he would send the command.