Chapter 1,165 Messenger From Hell

Beimen Commercial Street is located a hundred steps away from the North Main Gate, so it is also called North Street.

Although recent tanks have been stationed in the Badaling area and NAC has built a military base not far from the north gate, these have not had the slightest impact on the lives of local survivors.

At night, the entire street is decorated with colorful neon lights.

After a busy day and a good harvest, the survivors usually return to Ping'an Street before dark, take the harvest other than Yajing to the market and exchange it for Yajing, and then find a nearby bar to drink and numb themselves. Tight nerves.

Hunters and mercenaries shuttled back and forth here, following the lingering smell of alcohol and alcohol, looking for entertainment venues where people could get drunk and have fun. The whole street was a mixed bag of people, just like the intricate dark alleys on both sides of the street.

Speaking of which, I have to introduce the ecology of the survivors in Shangjing City.

As we all know, most zombies cannot condense sub-crystals. Only aliens whose life force reaches a certain limit can condense sub-crystals. Therefore, hunting ordinary zombies is equivalent to a waste of bullets for those hunters and mercenaries.

It is precisely for this reason that the subway station where a large number of alien species are entrenched is equivalent to a copy of an online game for the survivors in Shangjing City.

The North Gate is closer to the subway station. Hundreds of hunter groups and solo travelers go to subway lines 10-15 every day. The transfer stations of these subway lines are concentrated within the third ring road, and the risk of alien species is moderate. Some abandoned shelters are also concentrated here, and pre-war war storage materials are still left in many places.

Whether it is hunting or scavenging, the income inside the ground is much higher than on the surface.

And these experiences are all summed up by the survivors in Shangjing City through countless lives...

After entering this area, Lu Fan followed Jiang Chen half a step away, quietly alerting him to possible threats in the shadows.

After turning two corners, Jiang Chen and his group quickly walked into the alley on the street and stopped under a billboard with peeling paint.

This "Hell Messenger" is located at the corner of North Street, squatting among a group of miscellaneous storefronts. It is as inconspicuous as a fly. However, when one foot crossed the threshold, Jiang Chen discovered that this low-key and inconspicuous Behind it, there is a different world.

In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there are round tables with simple shapes. The people sitting here have suits and leather shoes, and some are covered in patchwork of exotic skins. A scantily clad girl walks through the hall holding a plate.

Smiling, he pushed away the guests' wiping hands and sold alcohol to these desperadoes.

The smell of wine, perfume, and sweat mixed together in the air. The down-and-out singer screamed to an unknown DJ on the stage not far away. He soon stepped down from the stage amid the boos of a group of survivors and changed into a beautiful woman. A enchanting dancer wearing only a thin veil.

It has to be said that as long as nutrition keeps up, there will be basically no ugly women in the apocalypse.

Through genetic modification, although not all people at the end of the 22nd century are handsome or beautiful, their average appearance is one level higher than that of the 21st century. For example, the person on the stage, regardless of the smell of dust, if you only rate her beauty, according to the standards of the world, she is at least at the level of a star model.

Of course, it's also possible that this chick was a pre-war starlet herself.

After whispering a few words to Lu Fan, Jiang Chen asked the guards to find four tables nearby to sit down and order a few bottles of low-alcohol beer. Then, Jiang Chen walked towards the bar.

"What would you like to drink?" the bartender behind the bar asked calmly while wiping the wine glass.

"I heard there is an intelligence dealer here." Jiang Chen looked at him and asked as he sat on the high stool next to the bar.

"The whole street is full of information dealers." The bartender still had the same cold expression.

"Oh? Really..." Jiang Chen flipped through the menu and looked down the price list, "First, let me have a glass of Shell Valley beer."

As he spoke, he took out a pebble-sized dark green sub-crystal from his pocket and threw it on the sub-crystal quality analyzer on the bar.

The bartender's eyelids twitched, and the number on the quality analyzer jumped all the way to 101.

"The extra money is your tip." Jiang Chen said.

The bartender said nothing, silently put Yajing away, turned and returned to the wine cabinet.

Not long after, a bottle of beer was placed on the bar.

"Your beer."

Then, the bartender placed another small bottle of wine next to him.

"Also, you might want a bottle of Agave Blue."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.

"There's a typo on the wine bottle."

"Its name is Dragon Tongue Blue." At some point, a middle-aged man sat on the high stool next to him and grinned at him, "Because after drinking it, the tongue will become bigger and... It will turn blue. It is said that the gall bladder of Deathclaw and a blue mushroom that grows in subway stations are added to the brew. It feels very wonderful to drink it."

Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.

Alien species are full of poison, and the more powerful the alien species, the more so. This is almost an axiom in the wasteland.

For example, Deathclaw's flesh is no less toxic than arsenic. This is the first time he has heard that Deathclaw's gallbladder can be used to brew wine.

As for Shen Changzhe's blue mushroom in the subway...

Are you sure it's not a poisonous mushroom?

"Actually, if you look carefully, you will find that there are many delicacies in the alien species. For example, marsh crab roe, caviar made from the roe of the mutated piranha, grilled medium-rare anchovies and scorpion steaks, these are all rare It's delicious, isn't it?" The man grinned and said, "Maybe if we wait another two hundred years, we will almost have figured out which mutant species can be eaten and which parts are delicious."

What is a phoenix-tailed scorpion?

Jiang Chen only vaguely remembered that a large, highly poisonous scorpion seemed to appear in the northern wasteland?

Thinking of this, his scalp couldn't help but tingle slightly.

These foodies are desperate for their lives. They keep eating like this and taking jujube pills!

"What's your name?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Shura," the man took a sip of wine, raised one eyelid, and grinned, "You can also call me Lao Luo, that's what everyone calls me. Is it your first time to come to Hell Messenger?"

Shura, it sounds like a pseudonym at first glance.

However, Jiang Chen was not interested in knowing his real name, so he nodded and said casually.

"That's right. Is this weird?"

"It's not surprising, new customers come here every day." After lighting up a cigarette, the man named Shura grinned and pointed at the bottle of agape blue placed in front of Jiang Chen, "If you want to inquire For anything interesting, just put a bottle of agave blue on the table, and people will naturally come to you."

Jiang Chen glanced at the man and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? So, you are the information dealer who came to our door?"

"That's right." After blowing out a smoke ring, Lao Luo looked at Jiang Chen and grinned, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Can you ask any questions?"

"As long as I know." Lao Luo shrugged.

"Then the first question," Jiang Chen smiled, looked at the back of the bartender who walked to the other side of the bar, and lightly tapped his finger on the bar, "Who is the owner of this bar? Where is he? How can I see him?" (To be continued.)