Chapter 1391 (1/2)

”Hire me! I'm familiar with this area! Are you going to freedom city or steel city? No matter where you plan to go, as long as you say a name, I can definitely take you there

“…… Forty five, oh no, forty caps! My reflex index is 35! Shooting skill rating B +! You won't suffer if you hire me! ” A mercenary, who looked like a gorilla, pushed forward from the crowd and patted his chest.

”Handsome boy, don't you think about me? My sister can cover you during the day and repair the water pipes for you at night. ”One of the maids in a nylon waistcoat winked and put her arm on the bar.

Fifty caps a day's commission!

For the tavern survivors, it's no different than picking up money!

Take the fake wine in their hands as an example. A bottle of whisky mixed with inferior alcohol is considered ”high-end” among the survivors at the lower level. The small half bottle is enough to make people drunk for a whole day. And Jiang Chen's Commission, a day's remuneration is enough to let them buy two bottles! Take equipment, for example, a week's pay can change their rags for a circle! You can imagine how attractive the deal was to them.

In the face of a swarm of survivors, Jiang Chen is not worried, everyone asked two.

There was a bartender who had received a tip to guard. Soon, he picked out two scavengers who looked smart and had good reputation in this area.

The two lucky ones are Mike Wu and Zhao Fuxiang.

I don't know if it's Jiang Chen's illusion. It seems that there are many people surnamed Zhao in the Chinatown?

With a full stomach of disappointment, the crowd around the bar gradually dispersed. Jiang Chen lost several big bottle caps on the bar, and settled the bill of Grice and them, and left the tavern with three people.

Seeing the six sets of power armor standing at the door, three people's hearts set off a huge wave, looking at Jiang Chen behind the eyes are not the same. If they had only envied the power armor on him, they had knelt down in their hearts.

Besides the people of the National Guard, who else on the whole waste soil can be armed with a small team of powered armor?

A name is coming up.

It's just that Grice and others still can't be sure. After all, NAC disappeared on the west coast, more than half a month ago. Everyone, including Grice, thought that NAC people thought it was too poor and had gone back to the ”rich” Asia.

Seeing that the personal guard sent by him to inquire about the news has returned, Jiang Chen goes forward to ask.

”How is it going?”

”The owner of the nutrient mixture didn't know anything about the colony, but I got some other interesting news.” After seeing the three strangers behind Jiang Chen, the guard said in the small team communication screen.

”Talk while you walk.”

After gesturing to Grice behind them, Jiang Chen took the lead and walked towards the entrance of Chinatown.

After half a step behind Jiang Chen, the personal guard continued to report.

”According to the owner of the drugstore, the governor of the colony and the plunderers were very close. Many of the looters simply took people to join Zhou Guoping's team and became mercenaries.”

”It's very similar to his style. It's nothing interesting,” Jiang Chen snorted and grinned, ”and then?”

Zhou Guoping's personality charm is always reflected in strange places, such as for predators, robbers and other grumpy scum. It is difficult for ordinary people to communicate with them, but Zhou Guoping can easily get along with them and even talk about business with them as if nothing had happened.

There is no derogatory meaning here. It is also a kind of ability to unite the plunderers under their own flag. Bandits become bodyguards from good deeds, which in turn promotes the safety of commercial routes. This is not necessarily possible with hundreds of thousands of bullets.

If someone comes to North America as governor, he may not be able to do better than him.

Only in looking at this point, Jiang Chen is quite confident about himself. If he had not confirmed his ability in this respect, Jiang Chen would not have brought him to North America.

”The boss mentioned a name.”

”Who?” Jiang Chen asked.

”Blood Axe,” continued the guard, ”took his younger brother to one of Zhou Guoping's marauders. A month ago, he appeared in Chinatown with his little brothers under the banner of colonial caravan, purchased a batch of Kangfuning and a whole box of nutrient mixture, and then left here soon

”Interesting,” said Jiang Chen, touching his chin. ”A whole box of nutrient mixture. He is going to travel far away.”