Chapter 196 Mercenaries

Snow is like a quilt, covering the deserted streets.

Except for the snow removal workers who walked silently, the only noise on the whole street was the cold north wind.

Oh no, there's another good place to keep the spring alive.

People are making noise, carnivaling, releasing accumulated pressure and killing boring time here.

This good place is the Prosthetic Leg Tavern. Although it has only been open for less than a month, it has conquered the hearts of all wastelanders with its high-quality drinks. In front of the wine table, a muscular mercenary stepped on the stool, showing off his scars drunkenly. The hotly dressed girl wanders in the dark corners, waiting for her prey tonight. Gamblers put two tables together, playing dice and poker...  

Judging from these silhouettes, this place is no different from the bullet casing tavern facing the street. The only difference is that the law and order here is very good, so good that it is unimaginable. But that wasn't the case when it first opened.

Wine is a huge profit anywhere. The appearance of the prosthetic leg tavern undoubtedly cut off the income of the taverns on the whole street. As long as you have tasted the beer with the smell of wheat, I believe no one will be interested in the rotten wine blended with industrial alcohol. Even the wealthy people in the inner circle occasionally come to this place to have a drink or two to warm their stomachs.

Huge profits naturally attracted the jealousy of peers. After the coercion and lure failed, the owners of the various taverns resorted to all sorts of indecent methods.

Making trouble, framing, stealing...

However, those who resorted to these methods obviously underestimated Zhou Guoping's ability. He used to be a bandit, so he's an old fritter when it comes to playing tricks.

Bribery, black guns, arson...

After chopping off six dirty hands that stretched out one after another, those who were about to move finally became cautious. Immediately afterwards, he released another rumor: the relationship between the owner of this store and the ten-member committee is unusual. After hearing the news, those who were still hesitating whether to take the risk finally dispelled the crooked thoughts in their hearts. Accept the fact that prosthetic leg taverns dominate the market.

In addition to good law and order, the design of the tavern is also very humane. The space on the second and third floors has been converted into a warm guest room, providing a private space for those men and women who "like each other". For the physically and mentally exhausted wastelanders, release deeper pressure...

as usual. Wearing a gray suit, Zhou Guoping sat casually on a wooden table, bragging with the mercenaries roaming the wasteland familiarly. The boss is chatty and very popular with these drunks. Even his barren bald head has become the signature of this tavern.

Just like my grandpa.

As for why. That's because as long as someone talks about something he is interested in, he will waive the order for him.

"...on the north side of downtown, what do you think I saw? It was a mother of death claws! Hell, I was just trying to get close to that nuclear bomb crater and see if there was anything of value in it -"

"Okay buddy, the mother of death claws can only go back to the edge of the nuclear bomb crater when laying eggs. They usually hide in the hole in winter, and your cowhide is blown." A middle-aged uncle grinned and reached out to take With a cigarette in his mouth, he shook it in the ashtray. There was a horrific scar on his face. Pull from the left eye to the right corner of the mouth. Because of the scar, his smile looked a bit hideous.

"Since the one-eyed Lev said so, it must be true."

"That's right, boy, the scar on the old chap's face was left by the mother of Deathclaw."

The young man's face turned liver-colored, and he took a sip of beer without saying a word to hide his embarrassment.

Zhou Guoping looked at the gag mercenaries with a smile, but in his heart he was thinking about when to speak and who was worth hiring.

That young man should be a rookie, at least he didn't work as a mercenary before. As for the middle-aged man with a Slavic face. It is a ruthless character. It is said that he was a fighter pilot in the past, but was not sent back to China after the war, but was brought to Wanghai City as an experimenter for a special experimental project. When the catastrophe came, he escaped from the laboratory by virtue of his extraordinary skills. Since then, he has been wandering in this wasteland.

But Zhou Guoping didn't intend to hire him, no matter how ruthless he was, he was just a lone traveler. And the instruction given to him by the boss is that a lot of people are needed, at least a large mercenary group of no less than fifty people.

It's hard to do, especially when everyone is scheming downtown.

But the boss's order is absolute, Zhou Guoping glanced at the door from time to time. He is waiting for someone to show up.

The oak door slammed open, and the icy air mixed with crushed snow blew in.

The man sitting at the door drinking wine was shivered by the wind, and just wanted to scold the guy who opened the door. However, after seeing that face clearly, the swear words that had already flowed to his mouth were abruptly swallowed back by him.

With a crew-shaven head and blue-gray winter clothes, he looks very ordinary. After stepping into the tavern, he didn't bluff like the others, but sat in front of the bar very low-key, ordered a bottle of beer skillfully and drank it.

But when he saw this person, Zhou Guoping's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a smile.

Luo Yang, the head of the Black Blood Mercenary Group. Although he has a popular face, no one can ignore his strength and the strength of the more than seventy fighters who worked for him.

"How's your harvest today?" Sitting next to him, Zhou Guoping asked in a chatty tone.

"It's terrible... except for the snow, it's blood. The northern part of the city center has been explored, and one of the zombie lairs has been destroyed. There are no shadows of satellite fragments at all." Taking a sip of mulled wine, Luo Yang said, frowning wearily.

"Get nothing?"

"Almost... Only when you enter the city center, you will have a little awe of those stupid zombies. It is so dense that you can't see the side at all. Our people are driving trucks, rushing, desperately buckling The trigger fired at the corpses. Even so, it almost got there twice."

"Think about it, buddy. After all, it's the world of zombies, even Deathclaw has to go around." With a comforting smile, Zhou Guoping took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed him one.

Sighing, Luo Yang took the cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Is there any good work recently?"

"The one million sub-crystal order was abandoned?" Zhou Guoping grinned.

"I can't risk my brother's life. I have a hunch that it will be a bottomless pit, no matter how many lives I take to fill it up." Hearing a million subcrystals. There was a flash of greed in Luo Yang's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by strong concerns.

Compared with those colleagues who swooped towards the city center like flies, he still maintained a little sanity.

"Tell me something happy. I just happen to have a business here."

"How much?" Luo Yang asked with interest after taking a sip.

"Ten thousand crystals."

"Pfft!" Luo Yang spat out the beer in one gulp. He stared at Zhou Guoping with wide eyes, "Ten thousand?! Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Zhou Guoping nodded with a smile.

"Content of the commission?" Luo Yang asked cautiously, wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Have you heard of the Fishbone Base?" Zhou Guoping asked casually.

"I have heard a little about it. A certain foreign power is stationed in Wanghai City, and its strength is quite strong."

Since the trade with the Zhao Group was conducted in secret, Zhou Guoping never revealed the identity of the behind-the-scenes owner of this tavern. Therefore, to the outside world, the existence of the fishbone base is very mysterious. Many people just know that there is such a survivor base in Qingpu, but even the exact location is very vague.

It's pretty obvious why. There are many large and small survivor bases in the wasteland, but most of them are unfriendly, such as the gray Gu mercenary group that has been wiped out.

"The employer is their boss. As for the content of the commission, it's on top of it."

As he spoke, Zhou Guoping took out a paper agreement from his pocket and slapped it on the bar counter.

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Yang silently reached out and picked up the agreement, and glanced at it. The look on his face became more and more serious.

"It's impossible! Are you kidding me? Blocking the mutants at Land 7 by the Taipu River is taking my people to death."

"Really? Since you think so, then forget it, although I personally think it's a pity." Zhou Guoping sighed pretending to be regretful, and put away the agreement.

"I don't see where it's a pity. No matter how much money you have, you have to spend your life." Luo Yang sneered.

"Do you think the Fishbone Base will lose?" Zhou Guoping asked with a smile.

"As far as I know, there are more than 3,000 mutants in Land 7. Although they may not be smart, they are all good fighters." Luo Yang grinned. "Even if they take out half of them, it will still have to be 1500. The disparity in strength is more than ten times. Only Shabi will accept this commission. Ant-like mutants will crush them to pieces like stepping on ants."

talking. Luo Yang took a sip of his wine and shook his head regretfully.

Of course, he was not regretting the fate of the Fishbone Base, but for the ten thousand subcrystals that slipped away from his eyes.

"However, according to my information, the strength of the Fishbone Base is not weak, such as heavy firepower." Zhou Guoping laughed.

"Heavy firepower? Hehe." Luo Yang grinned, expressing his disapproval.

Tactics against mutants. He still has some understanding.

The mutants occupying the No. 7 Iron and Steel Factory used steel almost to the point where it could be called a luxury. Relying on the strength of their muscles, they charged with heavy C-shaped steel plate armor, which was extremely difficult for all light infantry with rifles. Will be a nightmare.

Heavy firepower? Well, the heavy firepower is really effective, but when all the mutants spread out and charge at the same time on the wide frozen river, how many rounds can your artillery fire? Once the mutants broke through the line of defense, all firepower was useless, and the ensuing battle was likely to turn into a one-sided massacre.

"As an intermediary, I don't know the specific combat strategy. But do you think, since it is a base in another province, if you are not sure of victory, you will fight to the death for the land of Qingpu?"

"Whether they are sure or not, the risk is too great for us." Luo Yang shook his head.

"But the risk is directly proportional to the profit, isn't it? Otherwise you wouldn't be taking your brother to the city center."

Hearing this, Luo Yang's expression was slightly embarrassed.

Seeing this, Zhou Guoping paused and lowered his voice.

"I have some news here, I don't know if you are interested."

Seeing Zhou Guoping's mysterious look, Luo Yang couldn't help but tremble, waiting for his next words.

"Besides this million crystals, there is another benefit. I can reveal something to you, but it's against the rules...For my business, I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Ahem, Lao Zhou, you know me very well."

"Of course, that's why I found you...a trade route from Qingpu to Liuding Town, the profit is 10, and the type of goods is food." To be continued. () "I Have a Suite in the End Times" only represents the author's opinion of Chenxing LL. If you find any content that violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!