I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1165: Hell Messenger

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The Beimen Commercial Street is located one hundred steps away from the North Main Gate, so it is also called the North Street.

Although the CCCP tanks were recently stationed in Badaling, and NAC built a military base not far from the north gate, these have no impact on the life of the local survivor gate.

At night, the entire street is dotted with colorful neon.

After a busy day, survivors with good harvests usually return to Ping An Street before dark, take the harvest other than Yajing to the market and replace it with Yajing, and then find a bar to drink and anesthetize His own tense nerves.

Hunters and mercenaries travel here and there, following the indissoluble wine, fine taste, and looking for places to buy drunk and happy. The whole street is full of fish and dragons, just like the intricate dark alleys on both sides of the street.

Speaking of which, I have to introduce the ecology of the survivors in Shangjing City.

As we all know, most zombies can't condense sub-crystals. Only sub-species whose life force reaches a certain limit will condense sub-crystals. Therefore, hunting ordinary zombies is equivalent to wasting bullets for those hunters and mercenaries.

It is for this reason that a large number of heterogeneous subway stations, for the survivors of Shangjing City, are equivalent to the existence of a copy of the online game.

The North Gate is closer to the subway station. Hundreds of hunter teams and lone travelers go to the subway line 10-15 every day. The transit stations of these subway lines are concentrated in the third ring road, and they are of different dangers. Moderately, some abandoned refuges are also concentrated here, and many places have left pre-war war storage materials.

Whether it is hunting or scavenging waste, the benefits in the ground are much higher than on the ground.

And these experiences are summed up by the survivors of Shangjing City with countless lives ...

After entering this area, Lu Fan followed step by step behind Jiang Chen, silently alerting him to the possible threat in the shadow.

Turning around two bends, Jiang Chen and his party quickly walked into the side street and stopped under a billboard that had been painted off.

This "Hell Messenger" is located on the corner of North Street, squatting in the middle of a group of miscellaneous facades, and it is like a fly, but when one foot crosses the threshold, Jiang Chen found that this low-key Behind the inconspicuous, it is not a hole in the sky.

In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there are round tables with simple shapes. The people sitting here have suits and leather, and there are also exotic skins covered with seams. The girl in exposed clothes walked through the hall with a plate, smiling and pushed away the guests' hands, selling alcohol to these desperates.

Fragrance, perfume and sweat are mixed in the air. The desolate singer roared the unknown DJ on the stage not far away, and soon stepped down in the boos of a group of survivors. Enchanted dancer, only a light gauze dancer.

I have to say that as long as nutrition keeps up, there are basically no ugly girls in the last days.

Through genetic modification, although people at the end of the 22nd century cannot be said that all are handsome men and beauties, the average face value is higher than that of the 21st century. For example, the one on the stage, aside from the smell of wind and dust, if you only give a score to the appearance, according to the standards of the world, it is at least the level of the star.

Of course, it is also possible that this chick itself is a pre-war star.

Whispered a few words to Lu Fan, let the guards find four tables nearby, sit down and order a few bottles of beer, then Jiang Chen walked towards the bar.

"What would you like to drink?" the bartender behind the bar asked lightly while wiping the glass.

"I heard there are intelligence traffickers here." Jiang Chen asked him when he sat on the high stool by the bar.

"The whole street is full of intelligence dealers." The bartender still had that cold expression.

"Oh? Is that ..." Jiang Chen looked at the menu and directly down the price list, "Help me get a glass of shell beer first."

As he said, he found a dark pebble subcrystal big in pebbles from his pocket and threw it on the subcrystal quality analyzer on the bar.

The bartender's eyelids jumped, and the number on the quality analyzer jumped all the way to 101 points.

"The extra money will be your tip." Jiang Chen said.

The barman said nothing, silently put away Yajing, and turned back to the wine cabinet.

Without waiting, a bottle of beer was placed on the bar.

"Your beer."

Next, the bartender placed another small bottle next to him.

"Also, you may need a bottle of agave blue."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.

"There are typos on the wine bottle."

"Its name is Dragon Tongue Blue," I do n’t know when, a middle-aged man has been sitting on the high stool next to him, grinning at him, "because the tongue will change after drinking Large, it will turn blue. It is said that the gallbladder with dead claws added during brewing, and a blue mushroom growing in the subway station, it feels very beautiful to drink. "

Jiang Chen's mouth ripped off.

Heterosexuals are all poisonous, the more powerful the xenophobia is, this is almost axiom on the wasteland.

For example, the meat of dead claws is more toxic than arsenic. He was the first to hear that he could use the claws of dead claws to make wine.

As for the blue mushroom Shen Changzhe in the subway ...

Are you sure they are poisonous mushrooms?

"It ’s pragmatic to find that you will find that there are also a lot of delicious flavors on the foreign body. For example, the mud swamp crab yellow, the caviar made from the caviar of the mutant piranha, and the roasted chicken scorpion steak. It ’s a rare delicacy, is n’t it? ”Said the man with a grin.“ It ’s possible to wait another two hundred years. Which exotic species can be eaten and which parts are delicious. I have almost figured it out. ”

What is phoenix scorpion?

Jiang Chen just vaguely remembers, as if appearing in the northern wasteland, a large poisonous scorpion?

Thinking of this, his scalp felt slightly numb.

This group of foodies is almost dead, so eat them and eat jujube pills!

"What's your name." Jiang Chen asked.

"Xura," the man took a sip, raised an eyelid, and grinned, "You can also call me Lao Luo, everyone calls me this. The first time you come to **** messenger?"

Asura, it ’s a pseudonym when you hear it.

Jiang Chen was not interested in knowing his real name, so he nodded and said casually.

"Yes. Is this weird?"

"Not surprisingly, new customers come here every day," lit a cigarette, and the man named Shura grinned and pointed to the bottle of dragon tongue blue placed in front of Jiang Chen, "if If you want to know something interesting, just put a bottle of agave blue on the table, and someone will come to you naturally. "

Jiang Chen glanced at the man and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? So, are you the intelligence dealer who came to you?"

"Yes," spitting out the smoke ring, Lao Luo looked at Jiang Chen and grinned, "Speak, want to ask something?"

"Any question can be asked?"

"As long as I know." Lao Luo shrugged.

"Then the first question," Jiang Chen smiled, looking at the back of the bartender who walked to the other side of the bar. His finger lightly tapped on the bar. "Who is the owner of this bar? Where? How can I see him? "(To be continued.)