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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 39: Pinned Down

Marco yelled urgently for his men to find cover. Nearly ten of his men were already lying dead in growing pools of blood on the exposed street. Several others had been injured and were crawling or limping towards any kind of nearby cover. The militia forces had far better coverage than they did and were picking the gangsters off easily.

Marco was constantly yelling out orders to his men. "Get down! Shoot at the windows. That's where they are!"

In dire straits, the gangsters finally returned fire, shooting from behind rusted cars and trees growing in the yards of the nearby homes. The two sides exchanged rounds for several minutes, but neither side made any further progress. Marco looked desperately around trying to think of a solution to get the fight back in their favor.

"You five!" Marco shouted towards a group of guys hunkered down behind a car in front of Marco's position. "Get around to the back of that house on the left and flank them!"