The snow was like a quilt, covering the deserted street.
Other than the snow removal workers who silently walked past, the only noise in the entire street was the cold north wind.
Oh no, there was a good place that maintained the vitality of spring.
People were making noise here, reveling, releasing the accumulated pressure, and killing the boring time.
This good place was the Fake Leg Tavern. Although it had only been open for less than a month, it had conquered the hearts of all the wasteland guests with its high quality alcohol. In front of the table, the muscular mercenary stepped on the stool and drunkenly showed off the scars on his body. The sexy girls wandered in the dark corners, waiting for their prey. The gamblers put the two tables together and started playing dice and poker …
Judging from the silhouettes, this place was no different from the Bullet Shell Tavern on the street. The only difference was that the security here was unimaginably good. But it wasn't like this when it first opened.
Alcohol was a huge profit no matter where it was placed. The appearance of the Fake Leg Tavern undoubtedly cut off the income of the taverns on the street. As long as they tasted the beer with the aroma of wheat, no one would be interested in the alcohol blended with industrial alcohol. Even the rich people in the inner circle would occasionally come to this place for a drink to warm their stomachs.
The huge profit naturally attracted the jealousy of the industry. After threats and promises failed, the owners of the taverns resorted to all sorts of despicable methods.
Causing trouble, framing, stealing …
But the people who used these methods obviously underestimated Zhou Guoping's ability. He used to be a bandit. In terms of underhanded methods, he was an old fox.
Bribery, backstabbing, arson …
After chopping off six dirty hands that reached over, the restless people finally became more cautious. Then, he released the news that the tavern owner had a special relationship with the Group of Ten Council of Experts. After hearing this news, the people who were still hesitating whether they should take the risk completely gave up on the idea and accepted the fact that the Fake Leg Tavern dominated the market.
Other than good security, the design of the tavern was very humane. The second and third floors were changed into warm guest rooms, providing a private space for the "lovers". He wanted to release a deeper level of pressure for the exhausted Wasteland guests …
As usual, Zhou Guoping was wearing a gray suit. He sat casually on a wooden table and chatted with the mercenaries roaming the wasteland. The boss was very talkative and was very popular with these drunkards. Even his bald head had become the signature of this tavern.
Just like the grandpa in KFC.
As for why, it was because as long as someone talked about something he was interested in, he would waive the bill for that person.
"… In the northern part of the city center. Guess what I saw? It was a Mother Death Claw! Hell, I just wanted to get close to the nuclear crater to see if there was anything valuable in there — "
"Okay buddy, the Mother of Death Claw only goes back to the nuclear crater when it's laying eggs. They usually hide in the cave during the winter. You're too arrogant." A middle-aged man laughed as he took off the cigarette in his mouth and shook it in the ashtray. There was a frightening scar on his face, stretching from his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. Because of the scar, his smile looked ferocious.
"Since the one-eyed Lev said so, then it must be true."
"That's right, kid, the scar on this old man's face was left by the Mother of Death Claw."
The young man's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and he silently gulped down a mouthful of beer to hide his embarrassment.
Zhou Guoping chuckled as he looked at the mercenaries who were joking around. In his heart, however, he was calculating when he should speak and who was worth hiring.
That young man should be a newcomer, at least not a mercenary before. As to the middle-aged man with a Slavic face, he was a ruthless character. He used to be a CCCP fighter pilot, but he wasn't sent back to the country after the war. Instead, he was brought to Wanghai City as an experimenter for a special experiment. When the cataclysm came, he used his extraordinary skills to escape from the lab and wandered the wasteland ever since.
But Zhou Guoping didn't plan on hiring him. No matter how ruthless he was, he was only a lone traveler. The boss's order was that he needed a lot of people, at least a large mercenary group with no less than fifty people.
This was very difficult, especially when everyone was plotting against the city center.
But the boss's order was absolute. Zhou Guoping's eyes glanced at the door from time to time as he waited for someone to appear.
The oak door was pushed open with a bang, and the cold air mixed with crushed snow blew in.
The man who was drinking at the door shivered from the cold wind. He was just about to scold the guy who opened the door when he saw the man. However, after seeing that face clearly, he forcefully swallowed back the vulgarities that were already at the tip of his tongue.
He had a shaved head and wore a grey winter suit. He looked very ordinary. When he stepped into the bar, he didn't make a fuss like the others. Instead, he quietly sat at the bar and ordered a bottle of beer.
But when he saw this person, Zhou Guoping's eyes lit up as he walked over with a smile.
Luo Yang, the leader of the Black Blood Mercenaries. Although he had an ordinary face, no one could ignore his strength, as well as the strength of the seventy warriors who worked for him.
"How was today's harvest?" Zhou Guoping sat next to him as he asked in a casual tone.
"Terrible … other than snow, there was only blood. The northern part of the city center was completely explored, and a zombie nest was destroyed. There was no sign of satellite fragments. "Luo Yang took a sip of beer as he tiredly pinched his eyebrows.
"Nothing?"
"Pretty much … only when you enter the city center, do you have some respect for the dumb zombies. They are so densely packed that you can't even see the end. Our people drove the trucks, rampaged, and fired at the zombies with all their might. Even so, we almost died there twice. "
"Think about it, buddy. Since it is the world of zombies, even Death Claws have to avoid it. "Zhou Guoping comforted him as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Luo Yang.
Luo Yang let out a sigh as he took the cigarette and lit it for himself.
"Are there any good jobs recently?"
"Did you give up on the one million crystal deal?" Zhou Guoping grinned.
"I can't risk my brother's life. I have a feeling that it will be a bottomless pit. No matter how many lives I give, it will never be filled. " When he heard one million crystals, greed flashed across Luo Yang's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a strong sense of concern.
Compared to his peers who swarmed the city center like flies, he still maintained some rationality.
"Let's talk about something happy. I have a deal here. "
"How much?" Luo Yang took a sip as he asked with interest.
"Ten thousand crystals."
"Pfft!" Luo Yang spat out the beer in his mouth as his eyes widened at Zhou Guoping. "Ten thousand?! Are you sure? "
"I'm sure." Zhou Guoping nodded with a smile.
"What's the deal?" Luo Yang wiped the corner of his mouth as he asked cautiously.
"Have you heard of the Fishbone base?" Zhou Guoping asked nonchalantly.
"I've heard of it. It's a base in Wanghai from another province. It's quite strong. "
Because the trade with Zhao Corporation was conducted in secret, Zhou Guoping never revealed the identity of the owner of the bar. Therefore, to the outside world, the existence of the Fishbone base was mysterious. A lot of people only knew that there was a survival base in Qingpu, but they didn't even know the exact location.
As to why, it was obvious. There were a lot of survival bases on the wasteland, but most of them were unfriendly. For example, the Huizhong Mercenaries that were wiped out.
"The employer is their boss. As to the deal, it's here. "
As he spoke, Zhou Guoping took out a piece of paper from his pocket and slapped it on the bar counter.
After a moment of hesitation, Luo Yang silently picked up the contract and scanned it. His expression became more and more serious.
"That's impossible! Are you kidding me? Stopping the mutated humans from the Seventh area by the Taifu river is equivalent to sending my people to their deaths. "
"Is that so? If you think so, then forget it. Although I personally think it's a pity. "Zhou Guoping pretended to sigh as he put away the contract.
"I don't see why it's a pity. No matter how much money you have, you need to be alive to spend it. "Luo Yang sneered.
"Do you think the Fishbone base will lose?" Zhou Guoping smiled.
"Based on what I know, there are more than three thousand mutated humans in the Seventh area. Although they may not be the brightest, they are all good fighters." Luo Yang grinned. "Even if they bring out half of their people, it would still be one thousand and five hundred. Only an idiot would accept this deal with a difference of more than ten times the number of people. The ant-like mutated humans will crush them like ants. "
Luo Yang took a big gulp of alcohol as he shook his head in regret.
Of course, he was not regretting the fate of the Fishbone base, but the ten thousand crystals that slipped away from his eyes.
"But based on my information, the Fishbone base is not weak. For example, in terms of heavy firepower." Zhou Guoping laughed.
"Heavy firepower? Hehe. "Luo Yang grinned as he expressed his disapproval.
He more or less understood the tactics of the mutated humans.
The mutated humans that occupied the steel plant in the Seventh area used steel to the point that it could be considered extravagant. With pure muscle power, they carried the heavy C-type steel armor and charged. It would be a nightmare for the light infantry with rifles.
Heavy firepower? Okay, heavy firepower was indeed effective, but when all the mutated humans spread out and charged at the same time on the frozen river, how many rounds could the cannons fire? Once the mutated humans charged through the defense line, all firepower would be useless. The battle would most likely become a one-sided massacre.
"As for the specific strategy, as the middleman, I don't know. But do you think, since it is a base from another province, if they don't have the confidence to win, would they fight to the death for Qingpu? "
"Regardless of whether they have the confidence or not, for us, the risk is too high." Luo Yang shook his head.
"But the risk is proportional to the profit, isn't it? Or else you wouldn't have taken your brothers to the city center. "
Luo Yang's expression was a bit awkward.
Seeing this, Zhou Guoping paused as he lowered his voice.
"I have a piece of news here, but I don't know if you are interested."
Luo Yang saw Zhou Guoping's mysterious look as his expression turned serious as he waited for him to continue.
"Other than the ten thousand crystals, there is another benefit. I can reveal some of it to you, but it is against the rules. For my business, I hope you can keep it a secret. "
"Ahem, Old Zhou, you know my personality."
"Of course, that's why I found you. A trade route from Qingpu to Liuding town, 10% of the profit, the type of goods is food."
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