North Gate Commercial Street was located one hundred steps away from the North Gate, so it was also known as North Street.
Although CCCP tanks were stationed in the Badaling area and NAC built a military base not far from the North Gate, these had no impact on the lives of local survivors.
At night, the entire street was decorated with colorful neon lights.
After a busy day, the survivors with a good harvest usually returned to Pingan Street before dark, took their harvest outside of crystals to the market, and then found a nearby bar to drink and numb their tense nerves.
Hunters and mercenaries shuttled back and forth, following the lingering smell of alcohol to look for entertainment spots to get drunk and have fun. The entire street was a mix of good and bad, just like the intricate dark alleys on both sides of the street.
Speaking of this, it was necessary to introduce the ecology of the survivors in Shangjing.
As everyone knew, most zombies could not condense crystals. Only mutants whose life force reached a certain limit could condense crystals. Therefore, hunting ordinary zombies was equivalent to a waste of bullets for hunters and mercenaries.
It was precisely because of this that the subway station occupied by a large number of mutants was equivalent to an online game dungeon for the survivors in Shangjing.
The north gate was closer to the subway station. Every day, there were hundreds of hunter teams and lone travelers going to subway lines 10 to 15. The transfer stations for these subway lines were all concentrated within the third ring road, and the danger level of mutants was moderate. Some abandoned shelters were also concentrated there, and many places still had pre-war supplies left behind.
Whether it was hunting or scavenging, the income underground was much higher than on the surface.
And these experiences were summed up by the survivors of Shangjing using countless lives …
After entering this area, Lu Fan followed half a step behind Jiang Chen and remained vigilant for possible threats in the shadows.
After turning two corners, Jiang Chen and the group quickly entered a small street and stopped in front of a billboard with peeling paint.
This "Hell Messenger" was located in the corner of North Street, squatting in the middle of a group of miscellaneous shops. It was as inconspicuous as a fly. However, when one foot crossed the threshold, Jiang Chen discovered that behind this low-key and inconspicuous appearance, there was another world.
In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there were round tables with simple designs. The people sitting here were either in suits or full of sewn mutant skins. Girls in revealing clothes walked through the hall with plates, smiling as they pushed away the hands of the guests and sold alcohol to these desperadoes.
The smell of alcohol, perfume, and sweat mixed together in the air. A singer screamed at an unknown DJ on a stage not far away. Soon, he was booed off the stage by a group of survivors and was replaced by an enchanting dancer with only a thin veil.
As long as nutrition kept up, there were basically no ugly women in the apocalypse.
Through genetic modification, although the people at the end of the 22nd century were not all handsome, the average appearance was a level higher than in the 21st century. For example, the one on the stage, disregarding her appearance, based on the modern world's standards, she was at least at the level of a young model.
Of course, it was also possible that this chick herself was a small star before the war.
Jiang Chen whispered a few words to Lu Fan and asked the guards to find four tables nearby. He ordered a few bottles of beer with low alcohol content and then walked to the bar.
"What would you like to drink?" The bartender behind the bar asked emotionlessly while wiping the glasses.
"I heard there are intelligence dealers here." Jiang Chen sat on the high stool next to the bar and looked at him.
"The entire street is full of intelligence dealers." The bartender still had the same cold expression.
"Oh? Is that so … "Jiang Chen flipped through the menu and looked directly down the price list." Give me a glass of Shell Valley Beer first. "
Then, he took out a dark green crystal the size of a pebble and threw it on the crystal quality analyzer on the bar.
The bartender's eyelids twitched. The number on the analyzer jumped all the way to 101 points.
"The extra is your tip," Jiang Chen said.
The bartender didn't say anything. He silently put away the crystal and returned to the bar.
He didn't wait long before a bottle of beer was placed on the bar.
"Your beer."
Then, the bartender placed another pocket-sized bottle next to him.
"Also, you may need a bottle of Dragon Blue."
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.
"There is a typo on the bottle."
"Its name is Blue Tequila." Unbeknownst to him, a middle-aged man was already sitting on the high stool next to him, grinning at him. "Because after drinking it, your tongue will become bigger, and it will even turn blue. It is said that the gallbladder of Death Claw was added when it was brewed. There is also a blue mushroom that grows in the subway station. The taste is amazing. "
Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.
Mutants were full of poison. The more powerful the mutant, the more poisonous it was. It was almost a rule on the wasteland.
For example, the meat of Death Claw was as poisonous as arsenic. It was the first time he heard that the gallbladder of Death Claw could be used to brew beer.
As for the blue mushroom of Shen Zhangzhe in the subway …
Are you sure it is not a poisonous mushroom?
"Actually, if you look carefully, you will find that there are a lot of delicacies on mutants. For example, mud crab roe, caviar made from the roe of mutated piranhas, and medium-rare Phoenix-Tailed Scorpion steak. These are all rare delicacies, aren't they? " The man smiled and said, "Maybe in another two hundred years, we'll know which xenogeneics are edible and which parts taste good."
What is a Phoenix-Tailed Scorpion?
Jiang Chen only vaguely remembered that it appeared in the northern wasteland. A type of highly poisonous large scorpion?
When he thought of this, his scalp began to tingle.
These foodies don't want to live anymore. If they keep eating like this, they will be doomed!
"What is your name?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Shura." The man took a sip of beer, lifted one of his eyelids, and grinned. "You can also call me Old Luo. Everyone calls me that. First time Hell Messenger? "
Shura, it was obviously a fake name.
But Jiang Chen wasn't interested in knowing his real name, so he nodded and said nonchalantly.
"That's right. Is that strange? "
"It's not strange. New customers come here every day." The man named Shura lit up a cigarette and pointed at the bottle of Dragon Blue in front of Jiang Chen. "If you want to ask about something interesting, just put a bottle of Dragon Blue on the table, and someone will naturally come to you."
Jiang Chen looked at the man and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? So, you're the information peddler who came looking for me? "
"That's right," Old Luo blew out a smoke ring and looked at Jiang Chen with a grin. "What do you want to know?"
"I can ask anything?"
"As long as I know." Old Luo shrugged.
"Then the first question." Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the back of the bartender on the other side of the bar. His finger gently tapped on the bar. "Who is the owner of this bar? Where is he? How can I see him? "
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