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Although CCCP tanks have recently been stationed in the Badaling area, and the NAC has built a military base not far from the North Gate, these have not affected the lives of local survivors in the slightest.

At night, the entire street is lit up with colorful neon lights.

After a busy day, survivors of a good harvest usually return to Ping'an Street before dark, take the harvest other than Ajing to the market and exchange it for Ajing, and then find a nearby bar to drink and anesthetize their tense nerves.

Hunters and mercenaries all shuttle back and forth here, following the inseparable smell of wine and spirits, looking for places of entertainment to buy drunk and merry. The whole street is a mixture 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 subcrystals, and only alien species whose life power reaches a certain limit will condense subcrystals. So hunting ordinary zombies, for those hunters and mercenaries, is equivalent to wasting bullets.

It is precisely for this reason that a large number of subway stations with alien species are equivalent to the existence of online game copies for the survivors of Shangjing City.

The North Gate is a little closer to the metro station, and hundreds of hunter groups and solo travelers go to Metro Lines 10-15 every day, and the transit stations of these subway lines are concentrated in the Third Ring Road, and the danger of xenomorphism is moderate, some abandoned shelters are also concentrated here, and many places have left pre-war war storage materials.

Whether it's hunting or looting, the benefits in the body are much higher than on the surface.

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

After entering this area, Lu Fan followed Jiang Chen half a step behind him without leaving an inch, quietly alerting against possible threats in the shadows.

After turning two corners, Jiang Chen and his party quickly walked into the side of the street and stopped under a billboard with paint off.

This "Hell Messenger" is located at the corner of North Street, squatting in the middle of a group of miscellaneous facades, inconspicuous as a fly, but when one foot crosses the threshold, Jiang Chen finds that behind this low-key and inconspicuous is something else.

In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there are round tables with simple shapes, and the people sitting here have suits and leather shoes, as well as heterogeneous skins that are full of sewing and patching. Scantily clad ladies walked down the hall with plates, smiling and pushing away the hands of the guests to rub the oil, selling alcohol to the outlaws.

The smell of wine, perfume, and sweat mingled in the air, and the down-and-out singer roared an unknown DJ on a stage not far away, and soon stepped off the stage amid the boos of a group of survivors, replaced by a seductive dancer wearing only a light veil of yarn.

I have to say that as long as the 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 are not all handsome men and beautiful women, their average appearance is one level higher than that of the 21st century. For example, the one on the stage, putting aside the smell of wind and dust, if you only give a score to your appearance, according to the standards of the world, it is at least the level of a star and a young model.

Of course, it is also possible that this chick is a pre-war star in her own right.

whispered a few words to Lu Fan, asked the guards to find four tables nearby and sit down, and ordered a few bottles of beer with a low degree at random, and then Jiang Chen walked in the direction of the bar.

"What do you want to drink?" asked the bartender behind the bar, wiping his glass.

"I've heard that there are intelligence traffickers here. Sitting on the high stool next to the bar, Jiang Chen looked at him and asked.

"The whole street is full of intelligence traffickers. The bartender still had the same cold expression.

"Oh, is it......" Jiang Chen flipped through the menu and looked down directly from the price list, "Let's help me have a Shell Valley beer first." ”

As he spoke, he took out a pebble-sized dark green subcrystalline from his pocket and threw it on the subcrystalline mass 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 counts as your tip. Jiang Chen said.

The bartender didn't say anything, silently put away Yajing, and turned back to the wine cabinet.

It didn't take long for a bottle of beer to be placed at the bar.

"Your beer. ”

The bartender then placed another tiny bottle next to him.

"Also, you may need a bottle of tequila. ”

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.

"There was a typo on the bottle. ”

"It's called tequive," a middle-aged man grinned at him as he sat down on a stool next to him, "because after drinking it, your tongue will get bigger and blue." It is said that the gallbladder of Dead Claws is added to the brew, and there is a blue mushroom that grows in the subway station, and it is very nice to drink. ”

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.

Xenos are full of poison, and the more powerful the Xenos, the more so, which is almost an axiom in the wasteland.

For example, the meat of Dead Claw is not much more toxic than arsenic, and it is the first time he has heard that he can use the gallbladder of Dead Claw to make wine.

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

Are you sure it's not a poisonous mushroom?

"In fact, if you find it with your heart, you will find that there are a lot of delicious foods on the xenomorphs. For example, mirelurk crab roe, caviar made from the roe of mutant piranhas, and grilled medium-rare anchovy scorpion steak, these are all rare delicacies, aren't they?" the man grinned and said, "Maybe wait another two hundred years, and I'll have almost figured out which different species can be eaten and which parts are delicious." ”

What is a phoenix?

Jiang Chen only vaguely remembered that it seemed to appear in the northern wasteland, a large poisonous scorpion?

Thinking of this, his scalp couldn't help but tingle slightly.

These foodies are simply deadly, eat jujube pills like this!

"What's your name. Jiang Chen asked.

"Shura," the man took a sip of wine, raised one eyelid, and grinned, "You can also call me Lao Luo, everyone calls me that." First time to the Hell's Courier?"

Shura, when you hear it, is a pseudonym.

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

"That's right. Isn't that weird?"

"It's not surprising, new customers come here every day," lit a cigarette, the man named Shura grinned and pointed to the bottle of tequila placed in front of Jiang Chen, "If you want to inquire about something interesting, you only need to put a bottle of tequila on the table, and someone will naturally come looking for you." ”

Jiang Chen glanced at the man and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, so you're the one who came to you?"

"That's right," spitting out the smoke ring, Lao Luo looked at Jiang Chen and grinned, "Say, what do you want to ask?"

"Can you ask any question?"

"As long as I know. Lao Luo shrugged.

"Then the first question," Jiang Chen smiled, looked at the back of the bartender who walked to the other side of the bar, and tapped his finger lightly on the bar, "Who is the owner of this bar, where is he, how can I meet him?" )