Chapter 1,164 Ping An Street

At the south gate of Ping'an Street, under the huge wall tens of meters high, there is only an arch two cars wide and a small door for six people to walk side by side. ≥Big arches are used for traffic, and small doors are naturally suitable for walking. A group of soldiers stood at the gate of the city, guarding the passage into the city.

On the one hand, it is to check that small nuclear bombs, infection sources and other contraband are brought into the city, and on the other hand, it is to collect city gate tax from people entering the city gate.

This is exactly the same as Sixth Street four years ago.

It's just that there are slightly more Yajing circulating in Shangjing City, and Ping'an Street is larger, so the city gate tax is naturally relatively expensive.

In addition, there is no such thing as an inner circle or an outer circle on Ping An Street. The huge concrete wall includes the entire survivor settlement, so you have to pay taxes when entering the city. In the sixth block, only the inner circle is protected by the concrete wall, and naturally only the inner circle is taxed.

At the small door, survivors lined up in a long line.

"The city gate tax costs four crystals per person."

The survivor dressed as a hunter was stunned for a moment, blushed, and said angrily.

"Four Yajing? Wasn't there two Yajing points yesterday? Why did the city gate tax become four Yajing points today?! Damn it, why didn't you grab it!"

As soon as I heard that the city gate tax had doubled, the people waiting in line behind me immediately went crazy.

"Didn't they always have two points of crystal in the past? Why did the price suddenly increase?"

"What are you doing!"

"Fuck, at worst I'll go to the east gate and have a look!"

"..."

The soldier guarding the door had an expressionless face, and a police-type powered armor stood next to him. The man collecting the city gate tax impatiently raised his chin and pointed at the notice at the door with his chin.

"It was changed last night. Every door is the same. If you have any questions, go to the city hall and ask. If you have no questions, hurry up. Those who want to go into the city will pay, and those who don't have money will step aside."

Although it increased by two sub-crystals, everyone had no choice but to grit their teeth and accept the price.

There is no way, here is the largest market and industrial area in the entire Shangjing City. Only by going there can hunters dispose of the good things cut off from their prey, and scavengers can exchange the good things in their backpacks for Yajing, mercenaries Only then can they replenish their ammunition and find new employers...

As for forceful impact?

hehe.

Not to mention the police-type powered armor at the door, the few heavy machine guns on the giant wall are enough to make those with evil intentions think twice.

After the initial commotion, the queue began to move slowly. Although many people left the queue, the vast majority stayed.

Standing at the end of the queue, Jiang Chen touched his nose sheepishly.

If he guessed correctly, the reason why the city gate tax increased was probably because of him.

The queue moved slowly, and he quickly reached his seat.

"Twenty-one people." Jiang Chen stepped forward and said.

The tax officer looked impatient. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the twenty people behind Jiang Chen, and his arrogant demeanor suddenly dropped a bit.

Twenty personal guards stood behind Jiang Chen. Although the clothes they wore were no different from those of the survivors around him, their aura was not at the same level at all. It's like a group of special forces standing in the middle of a group of new recruits, and you can tell them apart at a glance.

"105 Yajing...who are you?" the tax officer asked garrulously.

"Mercenary." Jiang Chen dropped a dark green crystal on the table, raised his thumb and pointed at the twenty personal guards behind him.

The tax officer twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously not believing his lies, but he didn't take it to heart either.

He is only responsible for recovering it, not checking the household registration.

"go in."

Without talking nonsense to him, Jiang Chen nodded, gestured to the guards behind him, stored the firearms in the gun storage point behind the city gate according to the procedure, and walked swaggering towards the bustling Ping An Street.

After learning about the hell messenger's situation from Zhou Guoping, Jiang Chen divided his personal guards into two groups. One group of people returned to the military base along the same route, while another group of people disguised themselves and followed him around to the south gate of Ping'an Street.

At this moment, he was wearing a camouflage necklace around his neck, hidden under his collar.

This kind of camouflage necklace was very common before the war and almost replaced cosmetics.

Holographic technology has modified the facial features to a certain extent. Although it still looks unrelated, it is much older than before. Unless someone is close to him, it is basically impossible to recognize him.

The reason why he went to such great lengths to sneak into Ping An Street was that on the one hand he wanted to meet the legendary former intelligence officer of the Pan-Asian Cooperation in person, and on the other hand he mainly wanted to see the city. Although the degree of industrialization here is not high, far less than that of the Sixth District under NAC rule, it does have its own unique features.

Such as gun control.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ping'an Street in Shangjing City should be the only large-scale survivor gathering place in the entire Pan-Asian cooperation area that has a complete ban on guns. Even the Sixth Block has not been able to do this. In this wasteland where weapons are regarded as life, the survivors in Shangjing City, instead of showing any resistance, silently abide by this rule.

No matter how powerful a lone traveler is, it is impossible to remain vigilant at all times.

At least on this Ping An Street, people can truly sleep peacefully without worrying about being awakened by gunshots at night or being shot in the head by an enemy.

Of course, it's not ruled out that someone secretly brought a gun in.

But at least on the surface, everyone is abiding by this iron law.

After passing the slums and walking in the market at the south entrance of Ping'an Street, Jiang Chen looked at the streets around him. Compared with the Sixth District, the life of the people here is obviously much worse. Not to mention the maglev highway, many people don't even have decent cold-proof clothes, and some even wear strange clothes sewn from exotic furs.

But it can be seen from their calm faces that this seems to be the normal state of survivors in the wasteland?

The survivors in Wanghai City who were well fed and clothed seemed to be a bit abnormal.

"Lu Fan."

"yes."

"Don't be so formal. Don't forget that you are a mercenary now." Jiang Chen said softly.

Since Li Wang was promoted to the captain of the Order, Lu Fan has been appointed as the new captain of the Guards. This bodyguard in his thirties is good at everything, and his loyalty is no less than that of Li Wang. However, his brain is not as flexible as Li Wang's, and it is easy to make serious transitions in some places.

Lu Fan hesitated slightly and nodded.

"yes."

Jiang Chen shook his head and gave up trying to correct his respectful look.

Anyway, the probability of meeting people like Ding Liwei and Fang Peng here is almost zero, and he doesn't worry about being questioned if he reveals his flaws. The water in Ping An Street is very deep, and some neutral survivor forces are even completely worthy of joining the Beijing Survivor Alliance.

Jiang Chen paid special attention when entering the city.

Along the way, he met no less than three people who were followed by a bunch of bodyguards and looked either rich or noble but also unfamiliar.

"Hell Messenger" is located in the commercial street at the north gate. However, Jiang Chen did not go north. Instead, he took a detour by the south gate market and walked towards the industrial area behind the slums.

Similar to what he had seen from the Order, the industrial foundation of Ping An Street was very thin, but by the standards of the wasteland it was quite outstanding. If compared with the Sixth District more than four years ago, the area here was At least twice the size.

Of course, the current Sixth District can undoubtedly beat it by a few blocks.

The surrounding buildings began to become low, and most of the pedestrians on the street were slaves or workers with fair faces.

Thinking that Jiang Chen had gone the wrong way, Lu Fan hesitated and stepped forward to remind him in a low voice.

"The messenger from hell is at Beimen Commercial Street."

"I know." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Lu Fan was slightly stunned.

"Then why are we going here..."

"Have you ever seen anyone going to a bar early in the morning?" Jiang Chen smiled, raised his chin in the direction of the industrial area, and continued, "What's more, going to Hell Messenger to inquire about Eden Technology is just a casual thing. Here, Wandering around Ping'an Street is the main purpose of standing here. If it's just to get some news, it's not the same as who I send here? Why bother to do it myself? "

"I would like to ask...what's the point of this?" Lu Fan said hesitantly, "My suggestion is to leave the matter of asking for information to us. You are not safe here. In case something unexpected happens Situation, you have a problem, we-"

"Okay," Jiang Chen waved his hand, "I care about my own safety more than anyone else. You don't have to worry about it, just follow me."

After a moment of pause, Jiang Chen continued.

"I'll answer your previous question now. How could it not make sense?"

Raising his head and looking at the towering Pan-Asia Building in the center of Ping An Street, Jiang Chen raised a smile on his lips and said, "We will take over here soon."

"What you mean is," Lu Fan was stunned for a moment, his expression calmed, and his pupils were filled with excitement, "After we deal with the people, we will fight back..."

Jiang Chen shook his head and sighed.

"There are many ways to solve problems. I hope you can think about the problem from another angle. If you cannot think about the same problem from multiple angles, you may miss many better options. In this case, how can I trust you? Where’s the important task?”

Lu Fan immediately lowered his head and said sincerely.

"My subordinates have no intention of being a high-ranking official or a rich salary, but I hope to serve as a marshal."

"It's good to have this heart. It's enough to have this heart." Jiang Chen chuckled, "NAC needs talents, loyal and reliable talents. Even if you want to stay as the captain of my personal guard for the rest of your life, You have to ask me if I agree?"

"I dare not, but I am willing to obey the marshal's arrangements." Lu Fancheng said fearfully.

Jiang Chen smiled and did not answer. He stood not far from the entrance of the industrial zone and stopped.

"What I told you just now, do you think about the problem from another angle? In addition to the option of armed occupation, we also have many milder and more effective options that can more completely take this place as our own without leaving a drop of blood. "

Lu Fan did not interrupt, but stood respectfully beside Jiang Chen, waiting for the marshal's next words.

"For example, we could buy this place."

Looking at the towering chimney of the steel mill, Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and smiled.

"And using their own money." (To be continued.)