Beimen Commercial Street is located one hundred steps away from the North Main Gate, so it is also called Beimen Street.
Although the CCP tanks recently drove to the Badaling area and the NAC built a military base not far outside the north gate, these had no impact on the life of the local survivor gate.
At night, the entire street is decorated with colorful neon lights.
Survivors who have been busy all day and have good harvests usually return to Ping'an Street before dark, take the harvest outside the A-jing to the market and change it to A-jing, and then find a bar nearby to drink to anesthetize their tense nerves.
Hunters and mercenaries were traveling back and forth, following the unreleased smell of alcohol, and searching for entertainment places where you can't afford to drink and enjoy.
The whole street is mixed with fish and dragons, just like the intricate dark alleys on both sides of the street.
Speaking of this, I have to introduce the ecology of survivors in Beijing.
As we all know, most zombies cannot condense sub-crystals. Only alien species whose life force reaches a certain limit can condense sub-crystals.
Therefore, hunting ordinary zombies is equivalent to wasting bullets for those hunters and mercenaries.
It is precisely because of this that the subway stations occupied by a large number of alien species are equivalent to online game copies for survivors in Beijing.
Beimen is closer to the subway station. Every day, hundreds of teams of hunters and solo tourists go to Metro Line 10-15. The transit 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 many places also have pre-war war storage supplies.
Whether it is hunting or plundering, the benefits in the ground are much higher than those on the surface.
And these experiences were summarized by survivors in Beijing with countless lives...
After entering this area, Lu Fan followed Jiang Chen half a step behind him, quietly guarding against possible threats in the shadows.
After turning two bends, Jiang Chen and his party quickly walked into the small road on 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 is as inconspicuous as a fly. However, when one foot crosses the threshold, Jiang Chen discovered that behind this low-key and inconspicuousness is a unique world.
In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there are simple round tables. People sitting here have suits and ties, and there are also exotic coats covered with sewns.
The exposed-clad girl walked through the hall with her plate, smiled and pushed away the guests' hands, selling alcohol to these desperate people.
The smell of wine, perfume and sweat mixed together in the air. The down-and-out singer roared at the unknown DJ on the stage not far away. He soon stepped down amid the booing of a group of survivors and changed into a charming dancer with only veils of veil.
I have to say that as long as the nutrition keeps up, there will be basically no ugly women in the end of the world.
Through genetic modification, although people at the end of the 22nd century cannot be said to be handsome men and beautiful women, their average appearance is one level higher than that in the 21st century.
For example, if the person on the stage, putting aside the dusty smell and only giving her beauty a score, according to the current standards, he is at least at the level of a young celebrity model.
Of course, it is also possible that this girl is a little star before the war.
He whispered a few words to Lu Fan, and asked the guards to find four tables nearby to sit down, order a few bottles of beer with low degrees. Then, Jiang Chen walked towards the bar.
What do you want to drink?The bartender behind the bar asked faintly while wiping his glass.
I heard there are intelligence dealers here.Sitting on the high stool next to the bar, Jiang Chen looked at him and asked.
There are intelligence dealers all over the street.The bartender still had that cold expression.
oh?Is that right... Jiang Chen looked through the menu and looked down the price list. Let's help me with the Celestial Valley beer bar.
As he said that, he took out a dark green sub-crystal the size of a pebbles from his pocket and threw it on the sub-crystal mass analyzer on the bar.
The bartender's eyelids twitched, and the numbers on the quality analyzer jumped to 101 o'clock.
The extra ones are counted as your tip.Jiang Chen said.
The bartender said nothing, silently put away Yajing, turned around and returned to the wine cabinet.
Not long after waiting, a bottle of beer was placed on the bar.
Your beer.
Then, the bartender placed another bottle of small-sized wine next to him.
Also, you may need a bottle of Agave Blue.
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.
There are typos on the wine bottle.
Its name is Agave Blue.At some point, a middle-aged man had already sat on the high stool next to him and grinned at him because his tongue would become bigger and blue after drinking.It is said that the gallbladder of the dead claw was added during brewing, and there is also a blue mushroom growing in the subway station. The feeling of drinking it is very wonderful.
Jiang Chen pulled the corner of his mouth.
The alien species are full of poison. The stronger the alien species, the more it is. This is almost an axiom on the wasteland.
For example, the meat of Dead Claw is no less toxic than arsenic. This is the first time he heard that he could use the gallbladder of Dead Claw to soak wine.
As for the blue mushrooms that Shen Changzhe in the subway...
Are you sure it's not a poisonous mushroom?
In fact, if you discover it carefully, you will find that there are a lot of delicious foods on the alien species.For example, mud crab roe, caviar made from mutant piranha roe, and roasted into 50-quarter primitive phoenix tail scorpion steaks, these are rare delicacies, aren’t they?The man grinned and said, "Maybe waiting for another two hundred years, I've almost figured out which alien species can be eaten and which part is delicious."
What is a phoenix-tailed scorpion?
Jiang Chen just vaguely remembers that it seemed to appear in the northern wasteland, a highly poisonous large poisonous scorpion?
Thinking of this, his scalp couldn't help but feel slightly numb.
These foodies are simply desperate. If you continue to eat like this, you will take jujube pills!
May I have your name.Jiang Chen asked.
Shura.The man took a sip of wine, raised his eyelids, and grinned, "You can call me Lao Luo, everyone calls me that."The first time I'm here at the Hell Messenger?
Shura, it sounds like a pseudonym.
However, Jiang Chen was not interested in knowing his real name, so he nodded and said casually.
That's right.Is this very strange?
Not surprisingly, new customers come here every day.After lit a cigarette, the man named Shura grinned and pointed to the bottle of agave blue placed in front of Jiang Chen. If you want to find out anything interesting, you just need to put a bottle of agave blue on the table, and someone will naturally come to find you.
Jiang Chen glanced at the man and raised his eyebrows.
oh?So, are you the intelligence dealer who came to the door?
That's right.After spitting out a mouthful of smoke rings, Lao Luo looked at Jiang Chen and grinned, saying, "You want to find out something?"
Can you ask any questions?
As long as I know it.Lao Luo shrugged.
Then the first question.Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the back of the barman who walked to the other side of the bar. He gently clicked on the bar with his fingers. Who is the owner of this bar?Where is he?How can I see him?
Although the CCP tanks recently drove to the Badaling area and the NAC built a military base not far outside the north gate, these had no impact on the life of the local survivor gate.
At night, the entire street is decorated with colorful neon lights.
Survivors who have been busy all day and have good harvests usually return to Ping'an Street before dark, take the harvest outside the A-jing to the market and change it to A-jing, and then find a bar nearby to drink to anesthetize their tense nerves.
Hunters and mercenaries were traveling back and forth, following the unreleased smell of alcohol, and searching for entertainment places where you can't afford to drink and enjoy.
The whole street is mixed with fish and dragons, just like the intricate dark alleys on both sides of the street.
Speaking of this, I have to introduce the ecology of survivors in Beijing.
As we all know, most zombies cannot condense sub-crystals. Only alien species whose life force reaches a certain limit can condense sub-crystals.
Therefore, hunting ordinary zombies is equivalent to wasting bullets for those hunters and mercenaries.
It is precisely because of this that the subway stations occupied by a large number of alien species are equivalent to online game copies for survivors in Beijing.
Beimen is closer to the subway station. Every day, hundreds of teams of hunters and solo tourists go to Metro Line 10-15. The transit 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 many places also have pre-war war storage supplies.
Whether it is hunting or plundering, the benefits in the ground are much higher than those on the surface.
And these experiences were summarized by survivors in Beijing with countless lives...
After entering this area, Lu Fan followed Jiang Chen half a step behind him, quietly guarding against possible threats in the shadows.
After turning two bends, Jiang Chen and his party quickly walked into the small road on 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 is as inconspicuous as a fly. However, when one foot crosses the threshold, Jiang Chen discovered that behind this low-key and inconspicuousness is a unique world.
In the hall of hundreds of square meters, there are simple round tables. People sitting here have suits and ties, and there are also exotic coats covered with sewns.
The exposed-clad girl walked through the hall with her plate, smiled and pushed away the guests' hands, selling alcohol to these desperate people.
The smell of wine, perfume and sweat mixed together in the air. The down-and-out singer roared at the unknown DJ on the stage not far away. He soon stepped down amid the booing of a group of survivors and changed into a charming dancer with only veils of veil.
I have to say that as long as the nutrition keeps up, there will be basically no ugly women in the end of the world.
Through genetic modification, although people at the end of the 22nd century cannot be said to be handsome men and beautiful women, their average appearance is one level higher than that in the 21st century.
For example, if the person on the stage, putting aside the dusty smell and only giving her beauty a score, according to the current standards, he is at least at the level of a young celebrity model.
Of course, it is also possible that this girl is a little star before the war.
He whispered a few words to Lu Fan, and asked the guards to find four tables nearby to sit down, order a few bottles of beer with low degrees. Then, Jiang Chen walked towards the bar.
What do you want to drink?The bartender behind the bar asked faintly while wiping his glass.
I heard there are intelligence dealers here.Sitting on the high stool next to the bar, Jiang Chen looked at him and asked.
There are intelligence dealers all over the street.The bartender still had that cold expression.
oh?Is that right... Jiang Chen looked through the menu and looked down the price list. Let's help me with the Celestial Valley beer bar.
As he said that, he took out a dark green sub-crystal the size of a pebbles from his pocket and threw it on the sub-crystal mass analyzer on the bar.
The bartender's eyelids twitched, and the numbers on the quality analyzer jumped to 101 o'clock.
The extra ones are counted as your tip.Jiang Chen said.
The bartender said nothing, silently put away Yajing, turned around and returned to the wine cabinet.
Not long after waiting, a bottle of beer was placed on the bar.
Your beer.
Then, the bartender placed another bottle of small-sized wine next to him.
Also, you may need a bottle of Agave Blue.
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.
There are typos on the wine bottle.
Its name is Agave Blue.At some point, a middle-aged man had already sat on the high stool next to him and grinned at him because his tongue would become bigger and blue after drinking.It is said that the gallbladder of the dead claw was added during brewing, and there is also a blue mushroom growing in the subway station. The feeling of drinking it is very wonderful.
Jiang Chen pulled the corner of his mouth.
The alien species are full of poison. The stronger the alien species, the more it is. This is almost an axiom on the wasteland.
For example, the meat of Dead Claw is no less toxic than arsenic. This is the first time he heard that he could use the gallbladder of Dead Claw to soak wine.
As for the blue mushrooms that Shen Changzhe in the subway...
Are you sure it's not a poisonous mushroom?
In fact, if you discover it carefully, you will find that there are a lot of delicious foods on the alien species.For example, mud crab roe, caviar made from mutant piranha roe, and roasted into 50-quarter primitive phoenix tail scorpion steaks, these are rare delicacies, aren’t they?The man grinned and said, "Maybe waiting for another two hundred years, I've almost figured out which alien species can be eaten and which part is delicious."
What is a phoenix-tailed scorpion?
Jiang Chen just vaguely remembers that it seemed to appear in the northern wasteland, a highly poisonous large poisonous scorpion?
Thinking of this, his scalp couldn't help but feel slightly numb.
These foodies are simply desperate. If you continue to eat like this, you will take jujube pills!
May I have your name.Jiang Chen asked.
Shura.The man took a sip of wine, raised his eyelids, and grinned, "You can call me Lao Luo, everyone calls me that."The first time I'm here at the Hell Messenger?
Shura, it sounds like a pseudonym.
However, Jiang Chen was not interested in knowing his real name, so he nodded and said casually.
That's right.Is this very strange?
Not surprisingly, new customers come here every day.After lit a cigarette, the man named Shura grinned and pointed to the bottle of agave blue placed in front of Jiang Chen. If you want to find out anything interesting, you just need to put a bottle of agave blue on the table, and someone will naturally come to find you.
Jiang Chen glanced at the man and raised his eyebrows.
oh?So, are you the intelligence dealer who came to the door?
That's right.After spitting out a mouthful of smoke rings, Lao Luo looked at Jiang Chen and grinned, saying, "You want to find out something?"
Can you ask any questions?
As long as I know it.Lao Luo shrugged.
Then the first question.Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the back of the barman who walked to the other side of the bar. He gently clicked on the bar with his fingers. Who is the owner of this bar?Where is he?How can I see him?
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