Seven or eight strong men surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher, obviously seeing that the two of them were weak, and seeing that they were well-equipped and had some oil and water, they wanted to find fault and eat a fat sheep. The leading strong man had already blocked in front of Zhou Qingfeng, and he wanted to knock Zhou Qingfeng down with his strong body and show his momentum.

It's just that Zhou Qingfeng took out the Colt revolver on his thigh, put the muzzle on the top, pressed it on the throat of the strong man, and sneered: "Do you think that if there are too many people, you will eat me?" ”

The strong man in the lead didn't expect Zhou Qingfeng's speed and courage, and underestimated Zhou Qingfeng's strength. The muzzle of the gun was against his throat, and his half-pulled body was pushed up. It's just that under the lack of breath, he still bared his teeth and scolded: "Bastard, you are not afraid of death and shoot!" ”

The strong man's subordinates also took out their guns one by one and pointed them at Zhou Qingfeng, screaming and scolding viciously, asking Zhou Qingfeng to put down the gun immediately and make compensation.

The butcher who followed behind Zhou Qingfeng squinted, his hands did not move but he was ready to attack, and said indifferently: "Victor, I don't like to be treated as a monkey like this. If you don't, I'm going to do it. ”

There are many conflicts in the troubled times, and people die every day in this black market, and the passers-by around them are not surprised, and they are far away. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng and the two facing seven people, everyone felt that Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher were going to be unlucky.

The bald head relied on his large number of people, even if he was forced by Zhou Qingfeng's throat, he did not show weakness, and still threatened: "Bastard, you'd better put down the gun, otherwise you will regret it." I swear you'll regret it. ”

"Oh...... well." Zhou Qingfeng seemed to listen to the other party's opinion, and actually took back his revolver, and then stood behind the bald man in a flash, and at the same time avoided all the muzzles pointed at him.

The bald man was hurt by Colt's gun barrel against his throat, he rubbed his neck, turned his head and scolded loudly: "Do you think this is the end? I said you would regret it, and I want you to regret it now. ”

Everyone's eyes were on Zhou Qingfeng, but it was the butcher who really did it. The furry bear giant quickly drew his rifle and began to shoot, extremely fast.

After a series of tight gunshots, all seven people who were originally around Zhou Qingfeng were shot. The leading big man also turned his head to trouble Zhou Qingfeng, but when the gunfire stopped, he lowered his head again and was shocked to see the rapidly expanding blood stains on his chest.

The butcher quickly changed the magazine and put the gun into the sleeve. He took two steps forward and pushed the shot bald head to the ground, muttering, "I said, I hate being stared at like a monkey." ”

The people around were in a state of shock, and the child who had just been released looked at Zhou Qingfeng's back, and then at the butcher who strode away, and the little guy immediately searched for a while on the corpse that had fallen to the ground. He was not greedy, so he found two guns and a few magazines and got into the aisle between the tents, and ran away as fast as he could.

Zhou Qingfeng did not react to the gunfire behind him, continued to walk forward slowly, and walked in when he saw a shop that seemed to be good.

The owner of the tent shop was a tall, thin white man who watched the fight outside. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng coming in, he hurriedly greeted warmly: "Sir, do you need anything?" We are sure to meet any of your needs. ”

The tent was dimly lit, but a tactical assault vehicle with an M2HB heavy machine gun was placed squarely in the middle. Zhou Qingfeng walked to the side of the assault vehicle and asked with great interest: "How to sell this goods?" ”

"Fifty thousand bottle caps."

"Bottle caps?"

"This is a virtual currency that we use on the black market to demarcate the value of goods. In fact, we need to barter. We sell arms here, and at the same time buy medicines, food and other household items at high prices. ”

"Can't you pay in gold?" Zhou Qingfeng has several tons of gold in his hand.

But the black market boss laughed and said, "I'm sorry, but no one needs gold right now." Maybe we will need gold as money in the future, but we need physical things more now. In fact, if you need gold, I can give you a special price. ”

A poorly printed purchase slip was handed to Zhou Qingfeng, and when he glanced at it, he found that the prices of food and medicine were extremely high, for example, the price of a box of canned meat was actually five bottle caps. After all, 10,000 boxes of canned meat can buy a fire assault vehicle with a heavy machine gun.

That's a lot of money in the wasteland. Because for people who have not eaten or drunk, fire assault vehicles cannot fill their stomachs, but canned meat can keep them alive. But this may not be the case for Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Where did your weapons come from?" ”

"We're a Skull and Bones Club store, and we sell weapons from several large U.S. Army arsenals. Sir, we have as many arms as you want. ”

"Are there any Javelin anti-tank missiles?"

"Yes."

"Are there any tanks for sale?"

"Sorry, heavy weapons are not for sale."

"Is there any fuel?"

"I'm sorry, but fuel is scarce more than food right now, and we skeletons will ban fuel outflow."

"Is there a large-caliber sniper rifle?"

"Yes, all kinds of styles, all kinds of ammunition, all kinds of prices."

"What about explosives? What about anti-infantry mines? What about bazookas? ”

"Yes, all of them."

"What about slaves? I need some slaves with special skills. ”

"Slaves are in large supply, and now many people are going to starve to death, and they are selling themselves to survive. What kind of slave you want, we can find it for you. ”

After the inquiry, Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the tent with the butcher and found a few more shops to continue shopping. They discovered that the skeletons would sell a large number of weapons used by the infantry, and there was no shortage of professional slaves, except for fuel, food, and medicine.

In fact, fuel, food and medicine are lacking everywhere. Although the Skull and Bones controlled New York's land route to the north, it was actually too difficult to feed the millions of people in their control.

However, this imbalance between supply and demand made Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher a little excited, and Zhou Qingfeng said in a low voice: "We can take this opportunity to make a profit!" At least update our weapons. ”

"The underground bomb shelter of the police headquarters is like a mountain of cans that have been kept for decades."

"And a lot of military blankets."

"There are also rudimentary but practical medical devices."

"There are even a couple of old-fashioned generators and pumps."

"All of this could be exchanged for supplies that we are desperate for."

"We can pull up David. Lawrence helps, he is a third-level commando leader of the Brotherhood of Steel, and there are more than a hundred people under his command. ”

The plan seemed so smooth that it was hard to believe. Zhou Qingfeng told Lina what he thought. Fox. Miss Fox immediately sent someone to collect the price of goods on the side of the Brotherhood of Steel. It was concluded that with the exception of heavy weapons and fuel, which were strictly controlled, all other goods could be exchanged for food.

And with Davy. Lawrence was also easy to contact. The new third-level assault group leader led a team of more than a hundred people. But in fact, the Brotherhood of Steel simply did not have enough supplies for him. He was also anxious to make a fortune.

So Lena. Fawkes managed to find a tugboat and hired hundreds of men as coolies to make an overnight trip to Manhattan. With the help of Davy. Lawrence's manpower was armed, and tens of millions of boxes of canned meat and other supplies were successively moved out of the underground bomb shelter in half a month.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that after they left the police headquarters the last time, the secret of the air-raid shelter would be discovered. But in fact, the police headquarters has indeed been ransacked many times, but the bomb shelter hidden deep in the underground garage is still unvisited.

After two days of tossing, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the black market at JFK Airport with the 20,000 boxes of canned food that had been initially traded.

"Is there anyone who wants to eat it?" The butcher stood on the bow of the tugboat and spat vigorously into the sea. He had just pried open a box of spam big enough for his grandfather and tasted the black pepper-flavored pink minced meat, and then he was disgusted.

After careful identification, the two found that many of these cans were leftovers from the Second World War - the famous canned Spam meat. This thing was regarded by the U.S. military in World War II as two major enemies, the other being gonorrhea.

"As long as you can fill your stomach, who cares if it's delicious or not at this time?" Zhou Qingfeng opened a 'Hershey' chocolate, which was also from World War II, and this chocolate tasted the same as chewing wax, "I believe that someone will need them." (To be continued.) )