In addition to good security, the design of the tavern is also very user-friendly. The spaces on the second and third floors have been converted into warm guest rooms, providing private space for those men and women who "like each other". It can release deeper emotions for the physically and mentally exhausted wastelanders.
pressure......
As usual, Chow Tai Fook was wearing a gray suit, sitting casually on a wooden table, bragging familiarly to the mercenaries wandering around the wasteland. This boss was very talkative, and he was also very fond of these things.
The drunkard's welcome, even his barren bald head, has become the signature of this pub.
As for why, it is because as long as someone talks about something he is interested in, he will waive the bill for them.
"... In the North District of downtown, guess what I saw? It was a Mother Creeper! Hell, I just wanted to get close to the nuclear crater to see if there was anything valuable in it.
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"Okay, buddy, the mother of crawlers will only go back to the nuclear bomb crater when she lays eggs. They usually hide in the holes in winter. Your hide is blown." A middle-aged man grinned and stretched out his hand.
He took off the cigarette and shook it in the ashtray. There was a terrible scar on his face, stretching from his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. Because of this scar, his smile looked a little ferocious.
"Since the one-eyed Lev said so, it must be right."
"That's right, kid, the scar on this old guy's face is from the Mother of the Creepers."
The young man's face turned the color of pig liver, and he took a swig of beer silently to hide his embarrassment.
Chow Tai Fook looked at the mercenaries who were making jokes with a smile, but in his heart he was thinking about when to speak and which people were worth hiring.
That young man should be a newcomer, at least he has not been in the mercenary business before. As for the middle-aged man with a Slavic face, he is a ruthless character. It is said that he used to be a fighter pilot. He was not repatriated after the war, but was used as a special
The experimenter of the experimental project was brought to Jinling City. When the disaster struck, he escaped from the laboratory with his extraordinary skills. He has been wandering in this wasteland ever since.
However, Chow Tai Fook had no intention of hiring him. No matter how ruthless he was, he was just a lone traveler. The instructions given by his boss were that he needed a lot of people, at least a large mercenary group of no less than fifty people.
This is difficult to do, especially in an environment where everyone is trying to get downtown.
However, the boss's order is absolute, and he must complete it even if it is difficult. This is related to his status in the boss's heart.
Chow Dafu's eyes glanced at the door from time to time, waiting for someone to appear.
The oak door opened with a bang, and cold air mixed with broken snow blew in.
The man sitting at the door drinking wine was shivered by the wind. He was just about to curse the guy who opened the door. However, after seeing the face clearly, the curse words that had already rushed to his mouth stopped.
It was swallowed back by him forcefully.
With a shaved head and blue-gray cold-weather clothes, he looked very ordinary. After entering the pub, he didn't shout like the others. Instead, he sat down at the bar in a low-key manner, ordered a bottle of beer skillfully and started drinking by himself.
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However, when he saw this person, Chow Tai Fook's eyes lit up and he walked over with a smile.
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Luo Cheng, the leader of the Black Tiger Mercenary Group. Although he has a popular face, no one can ignore his strength and the strength of the more than 70 soldiers who work for him.
"How was your harvest today?" Sitting next to him, Chow Tai Fook asked in a casual tone.
"It's terrible... except for snow, it's just blood. The northern area of the city center has been explored, and one of the zombie nests has been destroyed. There is no trace of satellite debris at all." After a sip of wine, Luo Luo
Cheng frowned tiredly and said.
"Nothing found?"
"Almost... only when you enter the city center, you will feel a little awe of those stupid zombies. They are so densely packed that you can't see the edge at all. Our people drove trucks and ran rampant, desperately holding on to the zombies.
The trigger fired at the group of corpses. Even so, it almost ended up there twice."
"Be open-minded, man. After all, it's a world of zombies, and even crawlers have to walk around." Chow Tai Fook smiled reassuringly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed him one.
Sighing, Luo Cheng took the cigarette and lit it for himself.
"Have you had any good work recently?"
"Have you given up on that one million energy point order?" Chow Tai Fook grinned.
"I can't risk my brother's life. I have a hunch that it will be a bottomless pit. No matter how many lives I take to fill it, it won't be enough." After hearing one million energy points, Luo Cheng's eyes flashed with greed, but
It was soon replaced by intense concern.
Compared to his colleagues who swooped on the city center like flies, he still maintained some sense.
"Tell me something happy. I just have a business here."
"How much?" Luo Cheng asked with interest after taking a sip.
"Ten thousand energy points."
"Pfft!" Luo Cheng spit out the beer in one gulp. He stared at Chow Tai Fook with wide eyes: "Ten thousand?! Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure." Chow Tai Fook smiled and nodded.
"What is the commission?" Luo Cheng stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and asked cautiously.
"Have you ever heard of the Ming Dynasty Base?" Chow Tai Fook asked casually.
"I have heard a little bit! A certain force from another province is stationed in Jinling City, and it is quite powerful."
Since the trade with the Zhao Group is conducted in secret, Chow Tai Fook has never revealed the identity of the owner behind this tavern. Therefore, to the outside world, the existence of the Daming Base is very mysterious. Many people only know that there is such a base in Liuhe District
Survivor base, but even the specific location is vague.
As for why, it is obvious. There are many large and small survivor bases in the wasteland, but most of them are unfriendly, such as the Gray Wolf mercenary group that has been wiped out.
"The employer is their boss. As for the content of the entrustment, that's it."
With that said, Chow Tai Fook took out a piece of agreement from his pocket and slapped it on the bar.
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Cheng silently reached out and picked up the
He glanced at the agreement, but the look on his face became more and more solemn.
"This is impossible! Are you kidding me? Blocking the mutants at No. 5 by the Chu River is risking my people's death."
"Really? If you think so, then forget it, although I personally think it's a pity." Chow Tai Fook sighed with pretense of regret and put away the agreement.
"I don't see what's a pity. No matter how much money you have, you have to spend it with your life." Luo Cheng sneered.
"Do you think Daming Base will lose?" Chow Tai Fook asked with a smile.
"As far as I know, there are more than five thousand mutants in No. 5. Although they may not have bright minds, they are all good at fighting." Luo Cheng grinned: "Even if they take out half of them, there will still be two.
Fifteen hundred people. The disparity in strength is more than ten times. Only a fool would accept this commission. The crazy mutants will crush them into pieces like ants."
With that said, Luo Cheng took a deep sip of wine and shook his head regretfully.
Of course, he was not regretting the fate of the Ming Dynasty base, but rather for the ten thousand energy points that slipped away from his eyes.
"But according to my intelligence, the strength of Ming Base is not weak, for example, in terms of heavy firepower." Chow Dafu said with a smile.
"Heavy firepower? Haha." Luo Cheng grinned and expressed his disapproval.
He has some understanding of mutant tactics.
The mutants occupying the steel plant in No. 5 use steel to the point where it can be called a luxury. With pure muscle power, they charge with heavy D-type steel plate armor, which is a threat to all light infantrymen carrying rifles.
It would be a nightmare.
Heavy firepower? Well, heavy firepower is indeed very effective, but when all the mutants spread out and charge simultaneously on the wide frozen river, how many rounds can your artillery fire? Once the mutants break through the defense line,
No firepower is used, and the next battle is likely to turn into a one-sided massacre.
"As for the specific combat strategy, as an intermediary, I don't know. But do you think that since it is a base in another province, if there is no guarantee of victory, you will fight to the end for the land in Liuhe District?"
"Whether they are sure or not, the risk is too great for us." Luo Cheng shook his head.
"But risk is directly proportional to profit, isn't it? Otherwise you wouldn't have led your brothers to the city center."
Hearing this, Luo Cheng's expression was slightly embarrassed.
Seeing this, Chow Tai Fook paused and lowered his voice: "I have some news here, I don't know if you are interested in it."
Seeing Chow Tai Fook's mysterious appearance, Luo Cheng couldn't help but shudder, waiting for his next words.
"In addition to these ten thousand energy points, there is another benefit. I can reveal it to you, but this is against the rules... For the sake of my business, I hope you can keep it a secret."
"Ahem, Lao Zhou, you know very well what I am like."
"Of course, that's why I found you because of such a good thing...a trade route from Liuhe District to Lishui Town, 10% of the profit, and the type of goods is food."