"Hire me! I'm very familiar with this area! Are you going to Liberty City or Steel City? No matter where you plan to go, as long as you tell me a name, I will definitely take you there! "
"… Only forty-five, oh no, forty bottle caps! My reflexes index is thirty-five! Shooting skill rating is B +! You won't lose out if you hire me! "A mercenary who looked like a gorilla squeezed through the crowd and patted his chest.
"Handsome, aren't you going to consider me? Not only can I protect you during the day, but I can also help you fix your water pipes at night ~ "A mercenary wearing a nylon vest winked at him and said with her arm on the bar counter.
Fifty bottle caps a day's commission!
For the survivors in the tavern, it was no different from picking up money!
Take the fake alcohol in their hands as an example. A bottle of whiskey blended with inferior alcohol was already considered "high-end" among the lower-class survivors. Half a bottle was enough to make people drunk for a whole day. And Jiang Chen's commission was enough for them to buy two bottles a day! For example, a week's pay was enough to replace all the junk on their bodies! It was conceivable how tempting this deal was for them.
Faced with the swarm of survivors, Jiang Chen wasn't in a hurry and asked everyone a few questions.
The bartender, who had received a tip, quickly picked out two of the survivors who looked smart and had a good reputation in this area.
One of them was Mike Wu, and the other was Zhao Fuxiang.
Jiang Chen didn't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a lot of people with the surname Zhao in Chinatown.
With a belly full of disappointment, the crowd around the bar gradually dispersed. Jiang Chen threw a few large bottle caps on the bar, paid the bill for Gris and the others, and left the tavern with the three people.
When they saw the six power armors standing at the door, the three people felt a huge wave in their hearts, and the way they looked at Jiang Chen's back was different. If they were envious when they saw the power armor on him before, now they were completely convinced.
Other than the National Guard, who else on the wasteland could arm a team with power armor?
A name was already on the tip of their tongue.
It was just that Gris and the others were still unconvinced. After all, NAC disappeared from the West Coast more than half a month ago. Including Griss, everyone thought NAC thought this place was too poor and had retreated to the "rich" Asia.
Seeing that the guard he sent to gather information had returned, Jiang Chen walked up and asked.
"How's the situation?"
"The owner of nutrient supply doesn't know much about the colony, but I heard some other interesting news." The guard looked at the three strangers behind Jiang Chen and said in the team communication channel.
"Let's talk on the way."
He gestured to Griss and the others behind him to follow, then he took the lead to the entrance of Chinatown.
Half a step behind Jiang Chen, the guard continued to report.
"According to the pharmacy owner, the governor of the colony and the raiders are very close. Many raiders simply took their people to Zhou Guoping's team and became mercenaries."
"It's very much like his style. It's not interesting." Jiang Chen snorted and grinned. "Then?"
Zhou Guoping's personality charm was always reflected in strange places, such as the bad-tempered scum such as raiders and robbers. It was difficult for ordinary people to communicate with them, but Zhou Guoping could easily get along with them and even discuss business with them as if nothing had happened.
There was no intention to belittle him. It was also an ability to unite the raiders under one's own banner. The bandits became bodyguards, which in turn promoted the safety of the trade route. This was something that hundreds of thousands of bullets might not be able to achieve.
If someone else came to North America to be the governor, they might not be able to do better than him.
Jiang Chen was confident in himself when it came to reading people. If he didn't confirm his ability in this area, Jiang Chen wouldn't have brought him to North America.
"The boss mentioned a name."
"Who?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Blood Axe," the guard continued, "One of the leaders of the raiders who took his underlings to Zhou Guoping. A month ago, he took his underlings and appeared in Chinatown under the banner of the colonial caravan. He purchased a batch of anti-radiation and a full box of nutrient supply, then quickly left here. "
"Interesting." Jiang Chen touched his chin and said, "A full box of nutrient supply, he is planning to go on a long journey."
"I think so too, and the radiation value of the place they are going must be quite high!" The guard's tone carried a hint of excitement. "Not only that, according to the owner of the pharmacy, Blood Axe seems to be looking for something for the people of the colony."
Looking for something?
Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback.
What on earth could turn such a large colony into an empty city overnight?
Intuition told him that Zhou Guoping and the people of the colony should still be alive, but he didn't know where they went.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen's expression was a bit strange.
He thought he was a complete materialist, but now he couldn't help but wonder if he had seen a ghost …
Outside Chinatown, Jiang Chen looked at the two Hua boys and said, "I will now give you a task. You two go to Steel City and Liberty City respectively and hire two mercenary groups for me. It's best to have more than 300 people, and the more powerful the firepower, the better. Let them come to the airport, and I will pay with something they are interested in. In addition, when you hire people over there, help me inquire about something … "
Jiang Chen dictated to the two what he wanted to inquire about.
After confirming that the two remembered, they agreed to meet at Santa Monica Airport in a week, and Jiang Chen urged the two to set off immediately.
Gris, who was standing on the side, looked at Jiang Chen and asked.
"What about me?"
"I remember you said that you are good at finding people?" Jiang Chen turned to look at Gris and said, "I will give you a name now, and there are no other clues. How confident are you in finding it?"
"It's a bit difficult, but it's nothing for me. I said that as long as the person you want is on the West Coast, I will definitely find him. "Gris grinned." Of course, the premise is that he must be alive. "
"Blood Axe," Jiang Chen said concisely.
"Very interesting name," Gris rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes. Gris rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes, "… I have heard of this person. A month ago, he took his men to Outpost Town and became a guard of Outpost Town. In the end, he disappeared with the people of Outpost Town."
"Are you confident?" Jiang Chen asked.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Gris shrugged. "What about the reward? If it's to find someone — "
Without waiting for Gris to finish, Jiang Chen, who was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, directly threw a box of bottle caps into his arms. Gris, who caught the iron box, was taken aback for a moment. He opened the lid and almost dropped the box on the ground.
"This is the advance payment, and it is also your activity funds." Jiang Chen stared at Gris's widened eyes and said slowly, "Whether dead or alive, I want to see the person. You have ten days to complete this task, and we will meet at the airport. "
"Three, four, hiss … five hundred." Gris counted the number in the bottle cap box and swallowed hard. He looked at Jiang Chen and said in a joking or serious tone, "Are you not afraid that I will run away with the deposit?"
"It's just five hundred bottle caps. It may be a huge sum of money for you, but it's not a big deal for me." With a faint smile, Jiang Chen shrugged. "If you run away with the money, I will pay twice the price to buy your life."
His casual tone made it seem as if he was stating something that couldn't be any simpler. However, in Gris's ears, it almost froze his heartbeat.
A thousand bottle caps …
Not to mention a thousand bottle caps, even a hundred of those cute little things were enough to give the cowboys in California a reason to tear him apart.
Gris began to feel that the iron box in his hand was a bit hot.
"Your answer is?" Jiang Chen didn't care about the expression on his face and asked patiently.
Weighing the heavy weight, the clanking sound somewhat cleared his mind. Gris took a deep breath, looked at Jiang Chen, and said solemnly.
"I will give you news in ten days at the latest."
Jiang Chen nodded.
"I will wait for your good news."
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