Seven or eight strong men surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher. Apparently they saw that the two of them were weak, well-equipped and had some oil and water, so they wanted to find trouble and eat the fat sheep. The leading strong man had already blocked Zhou Qingfeng.
In front of Qingfeng, he wanted to knock Zhou Qingfeng down with his strong body and show off his momentum.
But Zhou Qingfeng whipped out the Colt revolver from his thigh, raised the muzzle of the gun, and pressed it firmly against the strong man's throat. He sneered and cursed: "You think you can defeat me if there are more people?"
The leading strong man did not expect Zhou Qingfeng's speed and courage, and even underestimated Zhou Qingfeng's strength. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against his throat, and he was pushed up when he was half-stretched. But despite his lack of breath, he still bared his teeth and cursed.
: "Asshole, if you're not afraid of death, just shoot!"
The brawny man's subordinates also took out their guns and pointed them at Zhou Qingfeng one by one. They yelled and cursed fiercely, demanding that Zhou Qingfeng put down their guns immediately and make compensation.
The butcher following Zhou Qingfeng narrowed his eyes. He didn't move his hands but was ready to attack. He said calmly: "Victor, I don't like being treated like a monkey like this. If you don't take action, I will.
"
In troubled times, there are many conflicts. People die every day in this black market. The passers-by around them are not surprised at first, but they stay away from each other. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng and the two facing seven people, everyone feels that Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher are going to be in trouble.
.
The bald head relied on his large number of people. Even if Zhou Qingfeng forced his throat, he did not show weakness and still threatened: "Asshole, you'd better put down the gun, otherwise you will regret it. I swear you will regret it."
"Oh..., okay then." Zhou Qingfeng seemed to listen to the other party's opinion, and actually took back his revolver, and then stood behind the bald man in a flash, while avoiding all the people pointing at him.
muzzle.
The bald man's throat hurt from the barrel of Colt's gun. He rubbed his neck, turned his head and cursed loudly: "Do you think this is over? I said you will regret this, and I want you to do it now.
regret."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhou Qingfeng, but it was the butcher who really took action. This giant furry man quickly pulled out his gun and started shooting at an extremely fast speed.
Bang bang bang After a series of compact gunshots, the seven people who were originally surrounding Zhou Qingfeng were all shot. The leading man turned around to trouble Zhou Qingfeng, but when the gunfire stopped, he lowered his head again and saw in shock
There was a rapidly expanding pool of blood on his chest.
The butcher quickly changed the magazine and holstered the gun. He took two steps forward and pushed the shot bald head to the ground, muttering: "I told you, I hate being stared at like a monkey.
"
Everyone around was in a state of shock, and the child who had just been let go looked at Zhou Qingfeng's back and then at the butcher who was striding away. The little guy immediately searched for the body that fell to the ground. He also
Not being greedy, I took out two guns and a few magazines, got into the aisle between the tents, and ran away quickly.
Zhou Qingfeng did not react to the gunshots behind him and continued to move forward slowly. When he saw a shop that looked good, he walked in.
The owner of this tent shop was a tall, thin white man who had seen all the fighting outside. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in, he quickly greeted him enthusiastically: "Sir, do you need anything? We will definitely meet any of your needs.
.”
The light inside the tent was dim, but a tactical assault vehicle equipped with an M2HB heavy machine gun was placed generously in the middle. Zhou Qingfeng walked to the assault vehicle and asked with great interest: "How to sell this product?"
"Fifty thousand bottle caps."
"Bottle cap?"
"This is a kind of virtual currency used in our black market to demarcate the value of goods. In fact, we need to barter. We sell arms here, and at the same time purchase medicines, food and other daily necessities at high prices."
"Can't you pay with gold?" Zhou Qingfeng had several tons of gold in his hand.
But the black market boss smiled and said: "Sorry, no one needs gold now. Maybe we will need gold as currency in the future, but we need physical objects more now. In fact, if you need gold, I can give you a special discount
price.”
A poorly printed purchase order was handed to Zhou Qingfeng. He glanced at it and found that the prices of food and medicine were extremely high. For example, a box of canned meat cost five bottle caps. It only cost 10,000 boxes of canned meat.
You can buy a fire assault vehicle with a heavy machine gun.
This price is very expensive in the wasteland. Because for people who have nothing to eat or drink, a fire assault vehicle cannot fill their stomachs, but canned meat can help them survive. But for Zhou Qingfeng,
But this may not be the case.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Where do your weapons come from?"
"We are a store opened by the Skull and Bones Society. The weapons we sell come from several large arsenals of the U.S. Army. Sir, we have all the weapons you want."
"Are there Javelin anti-tank missiles?"
"have."
“Are there any tanks for sale?”
"Sorry, heavy weapons are not for sale."
"Is there any fuel?"
"Sorry, there is more shortage of fuel than food right now. Our Skeleton Society prohibits the leakage of fuel."
"Is there a large-caliber sniper rifle?"
"Yes, all kinds of styles, all kinds of ammunition, and the prices are very cheap."
"Where are the explosives? Where are the anti-infantry mines? Where are the rocket launchers?"
"Yes, all of these are available."
"Where are the slaves? I need some slaves with special skills."
"There is a large supply of slaves, and now many people are starving to death. They are selling themselves in order to survive. We can find any slave you want."
After the inquiry was completed, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher walked out of the tent and looked for a few more shops to continue shopping. They found that the Skeleton Club sold a large number of weapons used by infantry, and there was no shortage of professional slaves, but they were short of fuel, food and medicine.
In fact, there is a shortage of fuel, food and medicine everywhere. Although the Skull and Bones Society controls the land route from New York to the north, it is actually too difficult to feed the millions of people within their control.
However, this imbalance between supply and demand made both Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher a little excited. Zhou Qingfeng whispered: "We can take this opportunity to make a fortune! At least update our weapons."
"The underground bomb shelter of the police headquarters has a mountain of cans that have been stored for decades."
"There are also a lot of military blankets."
"There are also rudimentary but practical medical devices."
"There are even a few vintage generators and water pumps."
"All of these can be used to exchange for supplies we are in short supply."
"We can enlist the help of David Lawrence. He is the third-level commando captain of the Brotherhood of Steel and has more than a hundred people under his command."
This plan seemed so smooth that it was hard to believe. Zhou Qingfeng told Lena Fox about his idea. Miss Fox immediately sent someone to collect the price of goods from the Brotherhood of Steel. The conclusion was that - in addition to heavy weapons
and fuel are strictly controlled, and other supplies can be exchanged for food.
The contact with David Lawrence was also very easy. The newly appointed third-level assault captain led a team of more than 100 people. But in fact, the supplies given to him by the Brotherhood of Steel were not enough. He was also eager to get them.
Send a sum.
So Lena Fox found a way to find a tugboat, hired hundreds of people as coolies, and headed to Manhattan overnight. With the help of David Lawrence's manpower, they gradually moved out of the underground bomb shelter within half a month.
Tens of millions of boxes of canned meat and other supplies.
Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that the secret of the air-raid shelter would be discovered after they left the police headquarters last time. But in fact, the police headquarters had indeed been ransacked many times, but the air-raid shelter hidden deep in the underground garage remained unvisited.
After two days of tossing, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the black market at JFK Airport with 20,000 boxes of cans initially used for trading.
"Is there anyone who wants to eat this thing?" The butcher stood on the bow of the small tugboat, spitting vigorously into the sea. He had just opened a box of Spam cans that could be used as his grandfather, and took a bite of black pepper.
It smells like pink minced meat, and then it looks like this disgusting thing.
After careful analysis, the two discovered that many of these cans were leftovers from World War II—the famous Spam meat cans. These cans were regarded as two major enemies by the U.S. military during World War II, and the other major enemy was gonorrhea.
"As long as it can fill your stomach, who cares about whether it tastes good or not at this time?" Zhou Qingfeng opened a piece of Hershey's chocolate from the World War II period, which also tasted like crap. "I believe there will be people who need them.