Chapter 173: Unbalanced supply and demand

Seventy or eight strong men surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and the butchers. Obviously, because they were both weak and weak, and because they were fully equipped and had some oil and water, they wanted to find a fat sheep. ≧ 1 novel ≧ ﹤< ≦≦ <≤ ﹤< ≦≦≦≦≦≦ The leading brave man has blocked Zhou Qingfeng in front of him. He wants to knock Zhou Qingfeng down with his strong body and show his momentum.
Only Zhou Qingfeng pulled out Colt's revolver on his thigh, pressed his muzzle up, and pressed it against the strong man's throat, sneer and cursed: "Do you think you can eat me when you feel more?"
The leading brave did not expect Zhou Qingfeng's degree and guts, and underestimated Zhou Qingfeng's power. The muzzle rested on his throat, and he was pulled halfway up. It was just that his breath was not good, and he still squinted his teeth and said, "Asshole, shoot without fear of death!"
The strong men also took out their guns one by one and pointed at Zhou Qingfeng. The fierce screams continued, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately dropped his gun and made compensation.
The butcher behind Zhou Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, but he was ready to move with his hands still, and said calmly: "Victor, I don't like being seen as a monkey like this. If you don't, I will do it."
There are many conflicts in the turbulent world. This black market is dead every day. Passers-by around it are not strange at first, but they are far away from it. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng facing the seven, everyone felt that Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher were going to be unlucky.
The bald head is relying on his own crowd, even if he is forced to hold his throat by Zhou Qingfeng, he still threatens: "Asshole, you better put down your gun, otherwise you will regret it. I swear you will regret it."
"Oh ... that's okay." Zhou Qingfeng seemed to obey the other party's opinion, and actually took back his revolver, and then stood behind the bald man in a flash, and avoided all those who pointed at him. muzzle.
The bald man was hurt by the throat of Colt's barrel against his throat. He rubbed his neck and turned his head and shouted loudly, "Do you think this is okay? I said you regret it, I want you to go now regret."
Everyone's eyes were on Zhou Qingfeng, but the real butcher was the butcher. The bear-bear giant drew his own spear quickly and started firing, extremely fast.
After banging a series of tight gunfire, all seven people who had been around Zhou Qingfeng were shot. The leading man turned his head to find Zhou Qingfeng in trouble, but when the gunfire stopped, he lowered his head again and was shocked to see the blood on his chest spreading.
The butcher quickly changed his magazine and closed it again. He stepped forward two steps and pushed the bald head of the shotgun to the ground, muttering in his mouth: "I said, I hate being stared like a monkey."
The people around were in a state of shock, and the child who had just been released looked at Zhou Qingfeng's back, and then looked at the butcher who strode away. The little fellow immediately searched for the fallen body. He was not greedy, he found two guns and a few magazines and got into the aisle of the tent, and quickly ran away.
Zhou Qingfeng did not respond to the sound of gunfire behind him, and continued to walk forward slowly, seeing that a shop seemed good, then went in.
The owner of this tent shop is a tall, thin white man who looks at the battle outside. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng coming in, he hurriedly greeted and said, "Sir, do you have any needs? We can certainly meet any of your needs."
The light inside the tent was dim, but a tactical assault vehicle equipped with a m2hB heavy machine gun was generously centered. Zhou Qingfeng walked to the side of the assault vehicle and asked with interest: "How do you sell this goods?"
"Five thousand caps."
"Bottle cap?"
"This is a kind of virtual currency used by our black market to mark the value of goods. In fact, we need to barter. We sell arms here and buy medicines, food and other daily necessities at high prices."
"Can't you pay with gold?" Zhou Qingfeng had tons of gold in his hands.
But the owner of the black market laughed, "Sorry, no one particularly needs gold now. Maybe we will need gold for currency in the future, but we need physical goods 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. At a glance, he saw that the prices of food and medicine were extremely high. For example, a box of meat can cost five bottles of caps. As long as 10,000 cans of meat can be counted, a firepower assault car with a heavy machine gun can be bought.
This price is expensive for wasteland. Because for people who did not eat or drink, the firepower assault car could not fill their stomachs, but the canned meat could allow them to survive. But for Zhou Qingfeng this is not necessarily the case.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again, "Where did your weapons come from?"
"We are the shop opened by the Skull and Skeleton Club. We sell weapons from several large arsenals of the US 6th Army. Sir, we have as many arms as you want."
"Is there a 'Javelin' anti-tank missile?"
"Have."
"Are there tanks for sale?"
"Sorry, heavy weapons are not sold."
"Are there fuel?"
"Sorry, fuel is scarce now than food. Our skeletons will ban fuel from flowing out."
"Is there a large caliber sniper rifle?"
"Yes, all styles, all ammunition, the prices are very cheap."
"What about explosives? What about anti-infantry mines? What about rocket launchers?"
"Yes, these are all."
"What about slaves? I need some slaves with special skills."
"Slaves are in large supply, and now many people are starving. They are selling themselves in order to survive. We can find whatever kind of slave you want."
After the inquiry, Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the tent with the butcher and found several stores to continue shopping. They now have a large number of weapons for the infantry, and professional slaves are also available. They only lack fuel, food and medicine.
In fact, fuel, food and medicine are scarce everywhere. Although the Skull and Bones controlled the six channels of New York to the north, it was actually too difficult to feed millions of people within their control.
However, this imbalance between supply and demand has little excitement for Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher. Zhou Qingfeng whispered: "We can take this opportunity to make a fortune! At least update our weapons."
"The police station ’s underground air-raid shelter has a canned pile of mountains that have been stored for decades."
"There are still plenty of military blankets."
"There are humble but useful medical devices."
"There are even a few older motors and pumps."
"All these can be used in exchange for our scarce supplies."
"We can pull in David Lawrence to help. He is the third-level commando of the Brotherhood of Steel. There are more than a hundred people under him."
The plan seemed so smooth that it couldn't be believed. Zhou Qingfeng told Lina Fox about her thoughts. Miss Fox immediately sent someone to collect prices on the Brotherhood of Steel. The conclusion is that-except for heavy weapons and fuels, which are strictly controlled, other materials can be exchanged for food.
Contacting David Lawrence was also easy. The new three-level commando captain brought a team of more than a hundred people. But in fact the supplies from the Brotherhood of Steel were not enough. He was also anxious for a sum.
So Lena Fox tried to find a tugboat and hired hundreds of people to work as coolies ~ EbookFREE.me ~ to Manhattan overnight. With the help of David Lawrence's manual arming, tens of millions of boxes of canned meat and other supplies were removed from the underground shelter in six months.
Zhou Qingfeng had originally thought that the secret of the air-raid shelter would be revealed after they had left the police headquarters. In fact, the police headquarters has been looted many times, and the shelters that can be hidden deep in the underground garage are still unattended.
After two days of tossing, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the black market at Kennedy Airport with 20,000 cans of cans initially used for trading.
"Is there anyone else willing to eat it?" The butcher stood at the bow of the small tugboat, spit hard into the sea. He had just pried open a box of Spam that was enough for his grandpa, tasted the pink meat flavor of black pepper, and became sickened.
After careful identification, many of these cans are still leftovers from the World War II era-the famous canned Spam meat. This thing was regarded by the US military during World War II as two major enemies, and the other enemy was gonorrhea.
"It's enough to fill your stomach. Who cares if it's delicious at this time?" Zhou Qingfeng pulled out a piece of "Hoshi" chocolate that was also during World War II. This chocolate also tasted like chewing wax. "I believe that someone will need them. "(To be continued.)