Chapter 1165 (1/2)

North Gate commercial street, located 100 steps away from the north main gate, is also known as North Street.

Although CCCP tanks have recently arrived in Badaling and NAC has built a military base not far from the north gate, these have no impact on the life of local survivors.

At night, the whole street is decorated with colorful neon.

After a busy day, the survivors with good harvest usually return to Ping'an Street before dark, take the harvest out of the crystal to the market and replace it with Yajing. Then they can find a nearby bar to drink and anesthetize their nervous tension.

Hunters and mercenaries are shuttling here and there, following the inseparable wine and essence, looking for entertainment places to buy and enjoy. The whole street is a mixture of good and bad people, just like the intricate dark lanes on both sides of the street.

Speaking of this, we have to introduce the ecology of Shangjing survivors.

As we all know, most zombies can't agglomerate subcrystals. Only when the power of life reaches a certain limit can they agglomerate. So hunting ordinary zombies, for those hunters and mercenaries, is equivalent to wasting bullets.

As a result, a large number of heterogeneous subway stations, for the survivors of Shangjing, are equivalent to the existence of online game copies.

The north gate is closer to the subway station. Hundreds of Hunter groups and lone travelers go to the subway line 10-15 every day. The transfer stations of these subway lines are all concentrated in the Third Ring Road, and the risk of different species is moderate. Some abandoned shelters are also concentrated here. In many places, pre war war war storage materials are still left behind.

Whether hunting or scavenging, the income in the earth is much higher than that on the surface.

And these experiences are summed up by the survivors of Shangjing city with countless lives

After entering this area, Lu Fan followed Jiang Chen for half a step, quietly guarding against possible threats in the shadow.

After turning two turns, Jiang Chen and his party quickly walked into the road beside the street and stopped under a painted billboard.

This ”hell messenger” is located in the corner of North Street, squatting in the middle of a group of miscellaneous facades. It looks like a fly. However, when one foot crosses the threshold, Jiang Chen finds that behind this low-key and unimportant, there is a different kind of cave.

In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there are round tables with simple shapes. People sitting here have suits and leather shoes, as well as different kinds of leather sewn and mended. The scantily dressed girl carries dishes through the hall, chuckles away the guests' hands, and peddles alcohol to these outlaws.

wine, perfume and sweat were mingled in the air. The downcast singer yelling at the unknown DJ on the stage not long ago, quickly stepped down in a group of survivors' boos and changed into a charming dancer with only a light yarn.

It has to be said that as long as nutrition keeps up, there are basically no ugly women in the end of the world.

Through gene modification, people in the end of the 22nd century are not all beautiful men and women, but 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 the wind and dust, only gives a score for her beauty. According to the standard of the present world, he is at least the level of star Nen mo.

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

He whispered a few words to Lu fan, and asked the guards to find four tables nearby and order a few bottles of low alcohol beer. Then, Jiang Chen went to the bar.

”What would you like to drink?” The bartender at the back of the bar wiped his glass and asked faintly.

”I hear there are intelligence dealers here.” Sitting on the stool beside the bar, Jiang Chen looked at him and asked.

”The whole street is full of intelligence dealers.” The bartender's expression was still cold.

”Oh? Is it... ” Jiang Chen looked at the menu and looked down the price list. ”First, help me have a shot size beer bar.”

Said, from the pocket out of a pebble sized dark green sub crystal, on the bar on the sub crystal quality analyzer.

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

”You'll tip the extra one.” Jiang Chen said.

The bartender did not say anything, quietly put away the sub crystal, turned back to the wine cabinet.

Before long, a bottle of beer was put at the bar.