Overheard Lao Zhao say that he could buy guns on the black market, and there were a lot of them. Han Feng and Meng Hao were both interested, and the two of them hurriedly asked Lao Zhao about the black market.

Lao Zhao was a little puzzled by Han Feng's reaction, and many people knew about the black market. Some people rushed into the cities and villages desperately to get a little gold or food to exchange for weapons on the black market. He originally thought that Han Feng and Meng Hao's weapons were also bought on the black market. I never thought that the two of them didn't know about the existence of the black market at all.

"There are two survivor bases around here. One is the HF City Survivor Base and the other is the WH City Survivor Base. They were only one hundred and forty kilometers apart. There are many scattered survivors around. There is a black market next to each base, right next to the base. I went to the black market in HF City. There is an abandoned chemical plant next to the HF city base, which is very safe. The black market is built in chemical plants. I heard that this black market was set up by people in the survivor base. Every morning at dawn, the black market opens. As long as there is gold and grain, it is not a problem to buy anything. Although he was a little puzzled, Lao Zhao still said what he knew.

"Is it safe there? I mean, will you be robbed if you buy something? Han Feng asked.

"It's pretty safe, no one dares to make trouble in the black market. But it's hard to say when you get out of the chemical plant. If you go to the base, you should be fine, but it's hard to say if you leave the base. There is already everyone there, let alone this year. Lao Zhao said.

Han Feng lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up at Meng Hao again. Seeing Meng Hao nodding at him, Han Feng affirmed the idea in his heart even more.

"Brother Zhao, we haven't been to the black market. I want to see what I can do and see if I can buy something. If you have time, can you show us the way? Rest assured, we won't let you work in vain. Han Feng asked.

Lao Zhao shook his head indifferently and said, "What's this, just take you there." You saved all your lives, and it's no fun to talk about compensation. You don't say I almost forgot, and if no one takes me with me the first time I go, I'll have to lose a lot just by entering the door. Tell me the time, I can do it anytime. ”

I made an appointment with Lao Zhao to see you in this place tomorrow morning. It's already been attacked by zombies. There aren't many zombies nearby, so I guess I won't encounter too many zombies again. Lao Zhao and the others didn't leave in a hurry, and planned to take Han Feng to the black market tomorrow, and then leave here to go to the HF City Survivor Base.

Early the next morning, Han Feng, Wu Tian, Meng Hao and Fang Chao drove a van towards the place they had agreed with Lao Zhao. The car was stolen from a small village on the fly. In addition to the four of them, there were five bags of rice weighing 50 catties and five bags of white flour weighing 50 catties. Then there was some gold and silver jewelry, and a large backpack full of them. These things were all brought by Han Feng and his group from around the camp in the last week. It's the perfect way to buy weapons.

Yesterday, I already asked Lao Zhao what things are mainly traded in the black market. There, grain is the first choice, followed by gold. Han Feng didn't bring much food this time, he just wanted to test the water first, if he could really find the weapons he needed, Han Feng didn't mind buying more back.

Picking up Lao Zhao at Lao Zhao's camp, the van drove quickly towards the black market. There are not many people around here, and there are few zombies. And there are many survivors nearby, and most of the zombies have been wiped out. Like what Lao Zhao encountered yesterday, they were all foreign zombies. I didn't encounter much danger along the way. Before the black market opened, Han Feng and the others came to the front of the chemical factory.

The abandoned chemical plant occupies a large area, and at one end of it happens to be a necklace with the HF City Survivor Base. On Han Feng's side, a large number of troops were arranged. The chemical plant has been included in the protection of the site. This alone can be imagined that this black market must have been established by the powerful people in the base.

The van failed to open the evolution factory, Han Feng and the others wrapped the grain in woven bags, two bags for each of the five people, and followed Lao Zhao towards the black market. When he walked through the cordon, Lao Zhao stepped forward and talked to those who were standing guard. Han Feng also faintly saw that Lao Zhao had given the man some benefits, and the man let Han Feng and the others in.

"No way, who made us not from the base. If you want to go in, you have to get some blood. These bastards built the black market here to take advantage of people like us. It's such a bunch of black-hearted things. Lao Zhao whispered to Han Feng as he walked.

Troops have also been deployed in the building of the chemical plant, and the base has already used this as a line of defense. The black market is behind the chemical plant, next to the side of the base. By the time Han Feng and the others arrived, there were already quite a few people wandering around the black market.

In front of the shops, which are made up of makeshift tents, are lined with small signs with various characters written on them. Behind the sign are a variety of weapons, as well as some daily necessities. Most of them are weapons.

The shops were next to each other, and there were more weapons in them than they could count. It is said that it is a black market, but in fact it is a weapons trading market. All of these things are priced in gold, and the old man's head has completely lost its usefulness. If there is food, of course, it is also very popular.

A Type 95 semi-automatic rifle costs only 80 grams of gold and gives 90 rounds of ammunition. The grenade is only 15 grams of gold each. Something like explosives is a lot cheaper than grenades. Han Feng even saw bazookas, mortars, mines, and all kinds of heavy machine guns, I'm afraid there is nothing that is not available here except for missiles with the surname of big kill.

Lao Zhao and Han Feng talked about the price of grain, and the last time he came, ten grams of rice could be exchanged for one gram of gold. White flour is a bit worse, fifteen grams to exchange for one gram of gold. The food brought by Han Feng and the others was already a terrifying number. It should be enough for him to buy some things to go back.

"This thing is also for sale?"

As he walked, Han Feng stopped in front of a shop. This shop is obviously much bigger than the others, and has a wider variety of weapons. In front of this store, there is also a Type 86 tracked infantry fighting vehicle. Han Feng was pointing to this Type 86 infantry fighting vehicle and asked.

"If you have money, you take it."

Originally, I was asking Lao Zhao, but before Lao Zhao could answer, a voice came from inside the store. At the same time, a man in his thirties walked out of it and stood beside the Type 86 infantry fighting vehicle looking at Han Feng and the others.

"What's the price?" Han Feng asked as he looked at the infantry fighting vehicle.

The shopkeeper didn't expect Han Feng to really dare to ask the price, and he also became a little interested, and said, "You give fifty catties of high-quality rice, this thing is yours." As long as rice, gold is not to be discussed. ”

"Is there oil in it?"

"Yes, it's full."

"Is there a shell for the 73-mm low-pressure smoothbore gun?"

"Yes, twenty rounds each of armor-piercing shells and steel ball grenades."

"What about the 7.6mm side-by-side machine gun bullets?"

"Yes, 2,000 rounds, standard."

"Where's the bazooka?"

"Yes, ten rockets. That Red Arrow-73 anti-tank missile is also available, and it is all in standard quantities. There are no Red Hawk-5 anti-aircraft missiles, and that thing has to be counted separately. ”

Of course, it was the shopkeeper who answered the question, and it was not Han Feng who asked the question, but Meng Hao. As a military man, he was certainly familiar with this Type 86 infantry fighting vehicle. At this time, he was squatting on the chariot and looking at Han Feng.

"How, do you want to? This is a good thing, the whole black market is here for me, but not for others. The shopkeeper said.

"It's expensive."

"It's not expensive, such a big thing, with guns and cannons, only costs fifty catties of rice, if it's expensive, then there will be no expensive things in the world." The shopkeeper said.

Fifty catties of rice to buy such a thing back, it was really the price of cabbage before. Now it's different, from the fifty catties of rice that the shopkeeper opened, Han Feng and the others knew that the price of rice had risen again. I am afraid that the food in their hands will be able to buy more things.

Han Feng didn't discuss the matter of infantry fighting vehicles anymore, but walked into the store and looked at it. The shopkeeper originally just seemed to be okay and teased Han Feng, never expecting Han Feng to buy the infantry fighting vehicle. Seeing Han Feng and a few people watching in the store, the shopkeeper also sat down on a chair and rested.

After walking around the store, Han Feng handed a piece of paper with handwriting written in front of the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper took the piece of paper and looked at it, confused. Just now he saw Han Feng looking at the things in the store while discussing something with other people. And in a moment I will write something on paper. Now he wanted to know what Han Feng had written.

"Little brother, I'm not kidding my brother." The shopkeeper stood up suddenly, and said to Han Feng in disbelief.

"People who have time to joke these days are idle for a long time. Settle the score, I only have food, not much gold. And the infantry fighting vehicle, fifty pounds of rice is impossible. If it can't be cheaper, I don't want it. Han Feng said seriously.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, and the paper was full of names of weapons and ammunition. At the end, the Type 86 infantry fighting vehicle was also written. It was precisely because there were so many things on the paper that he thought Han Feng was joking with him. Looking at Han Feng's expression now, I'm afraid it doesn't look like a joke.

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