Marceau-Mosa-Capital Inter-Island Airport
" Whoosh!" The plane whizzed past, and the sharp noise accompanied the plane as it landed at the airport. Through the window, one could see the devastated and dilapidated Urban area outside.
There were no tall buildings, no wide roads, and even the ruins of the collapsed buildings were still standing on the side of the busy street. No one was actually dealing with them…
Most of the buildings in the city were two or three stories tall.
The outer walls were made of yellow sand and cement. The color was very monotonous, as if the entire city was the same, shrouded in a sense of backwardness. It made the tourists feel as if they had traveled back half a century and returned to the 1980s.
The capital's airport was extremely simple!
A terminal, a runway, an apron, and a hangar. The area (100m x 2000m) was about 300 acres. At present, it did not support the automatic take-off and landing of passenger planes.
Because…the radar was too trashy…completely unreliable!
Every day, there were more than ten flights to Mayo, the officially controlled area in the south of Marceau. There were flights to Bai Island, Ken Island, Ai Island, and Sand Island.
Except for the Mayo route, the passenger planes on the other routes were operated by the Outer Island Airlines. However, Marso Capital Airport also had foreign shares and was not considered an island company...
Sadly, an island with a population of nearly 15 million and a territory of more than 600,000 square kilometers did not have any air rights at all. Wasn't it too miserable?
There was no air force, not a single fighter jet.
The navy existed in name only, without a single warship.
There were tens of thousands of soldiers in the army, and their combat strength was unbearable to look at…
There were only a few helicopters, a few old tanks, a few light rocket launchers, a few howitzers, and mortars.
The entire island (including Masolan Island, Bang Island, Southwest Island and the entire City Lord's jurisdiction) has an annual tax revenue of 150 million yuan…
It wasn't even enough to buy a Yin-787 commercial airliner.
It was not even comparable to the economic size of a district in Nong Dao.
20% in the southeast; Southwest Island Area:25%, located in the southwest region; Masolan and Bangdao were split up in the north, close to Dingwan.
There were more than 100,000 regular soldiers on Marceau Island, and hundreds of thousands of militia and pirate militants. It was difficult to count the exact number of people. They would often fight.
"You're already so poor, why are you still fighting?”
Jiang Feng looked at the Mosha Urban area and sighed,"
"Poor! Too damn poor. Tsk tsk, this place was indeed very suitable for binding territories and recruiting soldiers. It was simply the best soil for warlords to grow and grow! The conditions are really not bad…"
Although they were poor, backward, and chaotic, the citizens of Marceau were already used to it. They had to continue living. They couldn't just commit suicide by jumping off a building because of the harsh conditions, right?
The streets of Mosha were very lively. All kinds of small vendors sold local crafts, delicacies, daily necessities, and groceries. It was impossible to sell weapons, as they were not that arrogant.
After all, this was the capital city, and the supervision was strict!
After the Marceau Pirates became rampant, the inter-island society provided a large amount of supplies to stabilize the situation. They also interfered with the decisions of the Mosha authorities and reformed the management system.
At the very least, it was effective within the capital!
No one dared to sell firearms on the streets anymore…
Unfortunately, it was only limited to the capital. The weapons in the remote areas were still as exotic as cabbages. The cheap products produced by polar bears were very popular in Marceau.
Moreover, there was a huge firearms black market hidden in Mosha. Although it was not visible on the surface, the prosperity was beyond imagination! The conflict of interests was complicated…
There was a faint danger of it expanding!
Jiang Feng was indifferent and did not care at all. As a special super warlord, he felt that this was quite good. It was very suitable for his future development needs. Why bother?
He walked around the streets and had lunch.
There were roadside stalls selling roasted camel meat, roasted mutton, honey baked tortillas, bananas, and sugar cane juice. All of them were Marceau's agricultural specialties, and the taste was superb!
It was enough to spend 100 RMB to eat whatever he wanted.
There was no feed, no Clenbute Essence, no hormones, no water injection, roasted mutton, and camel meat. The simple roasting emitted waves of fragrance, making people drool.
The texture was pure, the meat was tender, and when he took a bite, his mouth was full of fragrant oil. The camel meat was fat but not greasy!
"Not bad, the taste is really good. I'm starting to like this poor island that's full of opportunities.”
Jiang Feng smiled in satisfaction and looked at his phone.
The time was just right. They continued to set off to the black market near the capital of Marceau. It was a little far from the Urban area, and it was unlikely that such a place would be placed at the port. It was usually a warehouse!
He hired an off-road vehicle to send him to the black market. He needed to pass through the suburbs and the barren Gobi Desert. During the short rainy season, the Gobi Desert was full of vitality, like a prairie.
In other words, it was a grassland on the Black Archipelago.
Boundless, full of vitality, full of wildness!
A warehouse in an abandoned industrial area became the stronghold of the arms dealers-the black market for weapons. There were more than a dozen sales companies here, representing the arms of the various islands.
First of all, the first stop was Mylta. They sold M-series individual weapons and could order high-end weapons. They even sold cruise missiles, helicopters, and drones.
As long as he had money, any weapon would be fine!
Not to mention that Jiang Feng only needed individual weapons…
In the distance, in the Gobi Desert, there were still some people testing their guns and shooting. The crisp sounds of shooting were frightening. Jiang Feng was a little impatient and wanted to go and play as well.
I stayed up late in the morning to code a chapter
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