Chapter 1,389 Damn It

This is the one who was kicked in the balls by Jessica...

The look in Smith Zhao's eyes was a bit strange, but Jiang Chen quickly realized that this was a very bad behavior and covered up the strange look in his eyes with a dry cough. ． Fastest update

"My name is Zheng Shanhe, and they are my people." Out of courtesy, Jiang Chen opened the armor mask. He borrowed Zheng Shanhe's name, pointed to the six personal guards behind him and said casually, " We are from Wanghai City, the First Division."

Despite the expansion of the Na colonies, although some people on the west coast of North America have heard of the "Marshal of Na", fortunately, no one placed his portrait everywhere. At least General Zhao, or General Zhao, did not recognize him. identity of.

"Wanghai City? The First Division? I have heard of this name." Smith Zhao said with some doubt, looking Jiang Chen up and down, "Then, for the sake of safety, I will ask one more question... The First Division What are you doing in Chinatown, Los Angeles?"

Obviously, he didn't believe Jiang Chen's words, at least he didn't let down his guard because of it.

"We have no ill intentions, otherwise we wouldn't have saved your people," Jiang Chen pointed to the young man named Wang Ping next to him, and continued, "We are here to understand the situation at the outpost."

Colony is Na's name for a colony. Of course, the word "colony" will not be used with obvious tendencies to the outside world. Na had used the word "outpost" to call that place before. Most survivors in North America also called that area "outpost" and "outpost town"... Jiang Chen got all this information from Jessica. That's what it sounds like.

Hearing Jiang Chen mention the word "outpost", the vigilance in Smith Zhao's tone was immediately replaced by a hint of surprise.

"Outpost Town? Wait, are you here for Outpost?"

"Is there any problem?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I thought you abandoned the unfinished building there and went back to your hometown. After all, there is really nothing worth remembering here in North America." Smith Zhao looked at Jiang Chen with wide eyes. His surprised expression didn't seem to be fake. "If I remember correctly, the one who lives there now should be the Black Skull, the demon in the Nevada desert."

"Are they called Black Skeletons? Regardless of whether they are demons or not, thank you for the information." Jiang Chen nodded, paused for a moment, and then said, "In fact, we did not evacuate from North America, and we even moved here not long ago. New immigrants were sent out... However, the situation here shocked us, and the entire outpost disappeared without any warning. We don't even know what happened here."

"...Damn it." After hearing what Jiang Chen said,

Smith Zhao smacked his tongue, "You... didn't receive any news at all?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded.

"What a hell... Anyway, don't stand at the door. Go talk to my house." After muttering "hell" several times, Smith Zhao waved his hand behind him to signal the gunmen with Asian faces. Put away the weapon.

General Zhao's name was Smith Zhao. Although he claimed that his ancestors were Chinese immigrants in the Rongcheng area, it was obvious that he could not even find the location of Rongcheng on the map.

But it doesn't matter where his ancestors are from. What's important is that General Zhao has a very good attitude towards the colonies. After confirming that Jiang Chen really came from Na on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, his attitude became obviously much more enthusiastic, and his words were clear. Cover up that trace of longing for the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

In his eyes, North America has become a ruin, and Asia will be much better. After all, he has never heard of any survivor force on the West Coast going to Pan-Asia. Na cargo ships have always been heading here one after another.

During the conversation with General Zhao, Jiang Chen learned that the exchanges between Chinatown and the colony were very close, and businessmen from both sides often exchanged what they needed. Until the colony was "abandoned", he also finalized an agreement with the businessmen in the Sixth Street Block. A big deal worth 50,000 Yajing.

After learning about General Zhao's troubles, Jiang Chen immediately said that he would fulfill the contract on behalf of the businessman and pay with cans instead of bottle caps in the name of the military government, provided that he could produce relevant certificates. After receiving Jiang Chen's promise, General Zhao immediately happily regarded him as a friend, almost trying to win over him.

"Thank you so much! My friend! I really don't know what I would do without you. Those long-tailed guinea pig skins are very troublesome to deal with, and they are very difficult to find. You may not know where you come from, No one here wants these things." Someone poured Jiang Chen a glass of ale, and General Zhao, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Jiang Chen and said eagerly.

Literally, no one would want such gaudy stuff anywhere but Sixth Street.

For survivors, filling their stomachs is the first need, followed by a series of physiological needs. As for luxury goods and other things that promote social prosperity, they can only be widely established if the existence of society itself is the premise.

The best-selling products in the North American wasteland are always powerful and reliable machinery and weapons with fierce firepower. Although cans, tea, tobacco, etc. are somewhat luxuries, they are consumables after all, and they are somewhat spiritual comfort products, so the demand will never shrink.

As for things like guinea pig skin that can only be used as decoration, even if the wealthy people in Liberty City are interested, they can't buy fur worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of bottle caps at a time like the businessmen in Na. . It is much more cost-effective to directly hire a few hunters to go shopping outside than to buy them with bottle caps, and the coats or carpets made from them can be used for a long time without breaking down.

"We'll talk about the guinea pig skin later. I'm not here to discuss business." Looking at General Zhao, Jiang Chen continued, "You can't get your cans until the port in Qianshao Town returns to normal. You should understand what I mean. .”

"Do you want us to help you take back the outpost town?" Smith Zhao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry that I can't help you. The Black Skeleton's firepower is too strong, they won't come to trouble us. Just thank God, I have to be responsible for my people."

"It's not difficult for us to destroy them without your help." Jiang Chen shook his head and said to dispel his worries, and then said, "The key to the problem now is that I must find out what happened in Qianshao Town. What."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Smith Zhao asked.

Although he was unwilling to risk Na's territory, he was still happy to sell Na the favor without threatening his own safety. Even leaving aside the big deal worth 50,000 Yajing, he was still willing to help out of kindness.

This may not be seen in areas where survivors of white, black or other ethnic groups live together, but among the group of Chinese survivors in North America, they are still very humane. After all, they were marginalized people who were excluded from mainstream society before the war. They were almost imprisoned in concentration camps during the war, and they did not live a good life after the war.

It has become their tradition to stick together and help each other. If they see a compatriot in need and do not help at all, if word spreads, they will get stabbed in the back.

"If it's convenient, I hope you can help find out what happened in Outpost Town. In addition, I need some people, not a lot, just two or three, and I will pay them at a reasonable price. Finally, I want to Trade our supplies for some bottle caps..."