I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Snow is like a quilt, covering the deserted streets.

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

Oh no, there is a good place to keep the spring vibrant.

People are noisy here, carnival, releasing the pressure of accumulation and sending out boring time.

This good convenience is a prosthetic pub, although it was only less than a month old, but with the quality of the wine conquered the hearts of all wasters. At the wine table, the muscular mercenary stepped on the stool with his feet, drunkenly showing off the scar on his body. The hot girl wandered in the dark corner, waiting for the prey tonight. The gambler put the two tables together and played with the dice and poker.

Judging from these silhouettes, it is no different from the bullet-shell pub on the street. The only difference is that the law and order here is very good, so hard to imagine. But that was not the case when I first opened the business.

This kind of wine is profitable everywhere. The appearance of the prosthetic pub is undoubtedly the financial road that broke the pub in the whole street. As long as you have tasted the beer with the smell of wheat, I believe that no one will be interested in the rotten wine blended by industrial alcohol. Even the rich people in the inner circle occasionally come to this place to drink two warm stomachs.

Profiteering naturally attracts the embarrassment of peers. After the coercion and temptation, the bosses of the various pubs, the means of doing the next three are all made.

Trouble, planting, theft

However, those who have used these means obviously underestimated the ability of Zhou Guoping. He used to be the one who did the dry soil. He was an old fritter than the means of playing the three.

Bribery, black gun, arson

After picking up six dirty hands that had been stretched out, those who were ready to move were finally cautious. Then, he released the wind again: the owner of the store and the ten-member committee are not very common. After hearing this news, those who are still hesitant to take risks, have completely dispelled the rumors of their hearts. Accepted the fact that the prosthetic pub occupies the market.

In addition to good public order, the design of the pub is also very human. The space on the second and third floors has been transformed into a warm guest room, providing a private space for those men and women who are “inviting”. Unleashing deeper pressure for the physically and mentally exhausted waste

As usual. Zhou Guoping wore a gray suit and sat casually on a wooden table. He was familiar with the mercenaries who were on the waste soil. The boss is very talkative and very popular with these drunks. Even his bare-headed bald head has become the signature of this pub.

Just like the grandfather of kfc.

As for why. That is because as long as anyone talks about things that he is interested in, he will be excused for whom.

"In the north of the city center, guess what I saw? It turned out to be the mother of a dead claw! Hell, I just wanted to get close to the nuclear crater and see if there was anything worthwhile in it."

"Well, the mother of the dead claws only goes back to the nuclear crater when spawning. In winter, they usually hide in the hole, and your cowhide is blown away." A middle-aged uncle grinned and reached for Under the cigarette, shaking in the ashtray. There was a scar of scar on his face. Pull from the left eye to the right corner of the mouth. Because of this scar, his smile looks awkward.

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

"Yes, kid, this old man's face is the mother of the dead claws."

The boy's face rose into a pig liver color, and he slammed a beer to cover up his cockroaches.

Zhou Guoping smiled and looked at the mercenaries who were snoring, but his mind was figuring out when to open and who should be worthy of employment.

That guy should be a newcomer, at least not a dry mercenary. As for the middle-aged man of the Slavic face. It is a sly character. It is said that he used to be a cccp fighter pilot. He was not sent back to China after the war, but was experimented as a special experimental project and was taken to Wanghai City. When the catastrophe came, he escaped from the laboratory with his extraordinary skill. From then on, I wandered on this waste land.

However, Zhou Guoping does not intend to hire him. He is only a lone traveler. The boss gave him instructions that he needed a lot of people, at least a large mercenary group of no less than fifty people.

This is very difficult, especially in the context of the city where everyone is plotting the city.

However, the boss’s order is absolute, and Zhou Guoping’s eyes slammed into the door from time to time. He is waiting for someone to appear.

The oak door slammed open, and the cold air that was mixed with shattered snow blew in.

The man who was sitting at the door drinking alcohol was chilled by the wind and just wanted to roar the guy who opened the door. However, after seeing the face, the swearing words that had already rushed to his lips were swallowed back by him.

Shaved flat, blue-gray winter clothes, looks very ordinary. After entering the pub, he did not scream like everyone else, but sat down at the bar in a low-key manner, and he was able to drink himself with a bottle of beer.

However, when I saw this person, Zhou Guoping was bright and smiled and walked over.

Luo Yang, head of the Black Blood Mercenary. Although there is a public face, no one can ignore his strength and the strength of more than 70 soldiers who have sold for him.

"What is the harvest today?" Sitting on his side, Zhou Guoping asked in a chattering tone.

"Awful except snow, it is blood. The northern part of the city center has been explored, and the zombie's lair has been knocked out. I haven't seen anything to the shadow of the satellite debris." Drinking a sip of wine, Luo Yang frowned tiredly Said.

“Is nothing?”

"It's almost only in the city center, you will have a little fear of those dumb zombies. They are so dense that they can't see the side. Our people drove the truck and slammed straight and slammed the trigger to the corpse. Even so, I almost confessed there twice."

"Want to open, man. After all, there is the world of zombies, even the dead claws have to go around." Comfortably smiled, Zhou Guoping took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed him a root.

Sighed, Luo Yang took the cigarette and gave it to himself.

“Is there any good work recently?”

"That one million sub-crystals gave up?" Zhou Guoping grinned.

"I can't take the risk of my brother's life. I have a hunch that it will be a bottomless pit. No matter how many lives you fill it, you can fill it up." He heard a million crystals. Luo Yang’s eyes flashed a greed, but it was quickly replaced by strong concerns.

He maintained a little rationality compared to his peers who flew to the city center like flies.

"Say something happy. I have a business here."

"How much?" took a sip, and Luo Yang asked with interest.

"10,000 yam."

"Hey!" Luo Yang squirted the beer out. Looking at Zhou Guoping with wide eyes, "10,000?! Are you sure?"

"I am sure." Zhou Guoping smiled and nodded.

“Delegation content?” Luo Yang reached out and wiped his mouth and asked cautiously.

“Have you heard of the fish bone base?” Zhou Guoping asked casually.

"Slightly heard. A certain provincial power station in Wanghai City, the strength is quite strong."

Since the trade with the Zhao Group was carried out in secret, Zhou Guoping never showed the identity of the boss behind the pub. So for the outside world, the existence of the fish bone base is mysterious. Many people just know that Qingpu has such a survivor base, but even the specific location is very vague.

As for why it is also very obvious. There are many survivor bases on the waste soil, but most of them are unfriendly, such as the ashes mercenary group that has been annihilated.

“Employers are their bosses. As for the content, it’s here.”

Said, Zhou Guoping took out a paper agreement from his pocket and took it on the bar.

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Yang reached out and agreed to pick up the agreement and glanced at it. The look on his face is getting more and more dignified.

"This is impossible! Just kidding, blocking the mutants of the No. 7 land on the Taipu River, this is killing me."

"Yes? If you think so, forget it, although I personally feel it is a pity." Zhou Guoping pretended to sigh with regret and put away the agreement.

"I don't see where it is a pity. For more money, I have to have a life." Luo Yang snorted.

"Do you think the fish bone base will lose?" Zhou Guoping asked with a smile.

"As far as I know, there are more than 3,000 variants of the No. 7 land. Although the mind is not necessarily agile, it is a good hand to fight." Luo Yang snorted. "Even if they take out half of them, they have to have one thousand five. Ten times more than the strength of the force, only the pen will accept this commission. Ant-like mutants will crush them into pieces like ants."

Said. Luo Yang sipped his mouth and shook his head regretfully.

Of course, he is not regretting the fate of the fish bone base, but the 10,000 crystals that slipped away from the front.

"But according to my intelligence, the strength of the fish bone base is not weak, such as in heavy firepower." Zhou Guoping laughed.

"Heavy firepower? Hehe." Luo Yang snorted and said that he did not agree.

For the tactics of the mutant. He still knows more or less.

The mutators who occupy the No. 7 steel mill have almost reached the point where they can be called extravagant. With pure muscle power, they carry heavy c-plate armor and charge for all light infantry with rifles. It will be a nightmare.

Heavy firepower? Well, heavy firepower is really effective, but when all the mutants are scattered, and the charge is launched simultaneously on the frozen wide river, can your artillery shoot several rounds? Once the mutant has crossed the line of defense, no firepower is used anymore, and the next battle is likely to become a one-sided slaughter.

"As for the specific combat strategy, as a middleman, I am not sure. But you think that since it is the base of other provinces, if there is no victory, will it fight for Qingpu?"

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

"However, risk is directly proportional to profit, isn't it? Or you will not take your brother to the city center."

It was said that Luo Yang’s expression was slightly awkward.

Upon seeing it, Zhou Guoping paused and lowered his voice.

"I have a message here that I don't know if you are not interested."

When Luo Yang saw Zhou Guoping's mysterious look, he couldn't help but look at him.

"In addition to this 10,000-Asian crystal, there is another advantage. I can reveal it to you, but this is not for the sake of my business. I hope that you can keep a secret."

"Cough, old week, I am very clear about you."

"Of course, I have found such a good thing about your business route from Qingpu to Liuding Town, 10% of the profit, the type of goods is food." (To be continued.)