I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The Commercial Street located a hundred steps away from the North Gate, was also known as North Street.Despite CCCP tanks recently mobilization to Badaling and the NAC building a military base not far from the north gate, these factors didn’t interfere with the lives of the local survivors.

At night, the entire street was decorated with colorful neon.

After a busy day, the survivors with a good harvest often returned to Pingan Street before dark. They sold their harvest on the market for crystals and then spent the rest of their time at a bar nearby to intoxicate their tensed nerves.

The hunters and mercenaries traversed between the bars, followed the indispensable smell of alcohol, and seeked the best bar. The entire street seemed to be filled with people from all walks of life, just like the dark alleys on both sides of the street.

Having said that, it was important to discuss the life of Shangjing survivors.

Common knowledge was that most of the zombies are unable to form crystals. Only mutants powerful enough could form crystals. Therefore, hunting regular zombies were no different than wasting bullets.

Precisely because of this, the subway stations filled with zombies and mutants became raid quests for survivors of Shangjing, similar to online games.

The north gate was close to the subway station. Every day, hundreds of hunter teams and lone travelers entered Subway Line 10 to 15. The transit stations of these subway lines were concentrated around the Third Ring Road, and the danger of mutants was moderate. Some abandoned fallout shelters were also concentrated here, and many places still had pre-war battle supplies.

Whether for hunting or scavenging, the income underground was much higher than that on the surface.

And these experiences were learned by the survivors of Shangjing through countless lives…

After they entered this area, Lu Fan closely followed Jiang Chen while silently observing for possible threats in the shadows.

When they turned two corners, Jiang Chen and the group quickly entered a side alley before stopping in front of a billboard with faded paint.

“Hell Courier” was located in the corner of North Street, among several miscellaneous shops. It was so ordinary on the outside, just like a fly in a garbage dump. However, when Jiang Chen stepped one foot across the door, he discovered a different world behind the low-key and inconspicuous surface.

In the hall hundreds of square meters in size, there were simple round tables scattered around. People in suits sat here as well as people wearing different mutant skins seamed together. The women in exposed clothes carried trays around the hall, pushing away customers’ hands with a giggle while selling alcohol to the desperados.

The scent of perfume, alcohol, and sweat mixed together in the air. The unpopular singer screamed on stage not far away before being quickly getting booed down by the survivors. He was replaced by a dancer barely covered with any clothes.

He must say, as long as nutrition could be kept up, there were basically no ugly women in the apocalypse.

Through genetic modification, although the people at the end of the twenty-second century didn’t all look stunning, their average appearance was far better than that of the twenty-first century. For example, the lady on stage. Disregarding the vibe she possessed, she could definitely be considered a celebrity in the modern world.

Of course, she could have been a celebrity before the war.

He whispered a few words to Lu Fan, let the guards scatter around, and then just ordered a few bottles of beer. Then, Jiang Chen walked in the direction of the bar.

“What drink?” the bartender behind the bar asked while wiping the glass.

“I heard that there are intelligence dealers here.” Jiang Chen sat on the high stool next to the bar, then looked at him.

“The whole street is filled with intelligence dealers.” The bartender’s cold expression remained.

“Oh? Is it…” Jiang Chen looked at the menu and looked down the price list. “First, let me have a cup of Bullet Grain Beer.”

Then, he pulled a large dark green crystal from his pocket and dropped it on the crystal analyzer on the bar.

The bartender’s eyelids twitched and the number on the crystal analyzer jumped to 101 points.

“The extra is your tip.” Jiang Chen said.

The bartender did not say anything else. He silently put the crystal away, turned, and walked to the cabinet.

Without waiting long, a bottle of beer was placed at the bar.

“Your beer.”

Then, the bartender placed another small bottle next to him.

“Plus, you may need a bottle of Dragon Blue.”

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

“There is a typo on the bottle.”

“It’s called Dragon Blue,” A middle-aged man sat on the high stool next to him and grinned at him. “Because your tongue will get bigger after drinking it and your tongue will also turn blue. It is said that the gallbladder of Death Claws is added during brewing, and also a type of blue mushroom that grows in the subway station. It feels great when you drink it.”

Jiang Chen shuddered.

Mutants wee poisonous. The more powerful the mutant, the more poisonous they become. It was the rule of the wasteland.

For example, the meat of Death Claws was more toxic than arsenic. It was the first time he heard its gallbladder could be used to make alcohol.

As for the blue mushroom in the subway…

Are you sure they are not a type of poisonous mushroom?

“If you’re careful, you can discover that there are many delicious things on mutants. For example, the Mud Crab roe, the caviar made from Mutant Piranha, and the medium-rare steak from a Phoenix Scorpion. They are all delicious, right?” The man grinned and said, “Perhaps in two hundred years, we’ll figure out all the delicious part of mutants.”

Phoenix Scorpion?

Jiang Chen only vaguely recalled that it seemed to be a type of venomous large scorpion in the northern wilderness.

His scalp was numb just from the thought of it.

These foodies are simply fearless!

“What is your name?” Jiang Chen asked.

“Sura,” the man took a drink, raised an eyelid, and grinned. “You can also call me Old Luo. Everyone calls me that. This is your first time here?”

Sura, a pseudonym.

However, Jiang Chen was not interested in knowing his real name, so he nodded.

“Yes. Is that strange?”

“It’s not strange, new customers come here every day,” the man named Sura said and pointed to the bottle of Dragon Blue in front of Jiang Chen. “If you want to know about something that’s interesting, just put a bottle of Dragon Blue on the table, and naturally someone will come to you.”

Jiang Chen looked at the man and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh? So, you are the intelligence dealer?”

“Yes,” Old Luo spat out a cigarette ring, then looked at Jiang Chen. “Tell me, what do you want to hear?”

“What questions can I ask?”

“As long as I know.” Old Luo shrugged.

“The first question,” Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the back of the bartender who went to the other side of the bar, his fingers gently tapping on the table. “Who is the owner of this bar? Where is he and how can I see him?”