Chapter 173 Unbalanced Supply and Demand

Seven or eight strong men surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher, obviously seeing that they were weak and weak, and also that they were well-equipped and somewhat oily, so they wanted to find fault and eat a fat sheep. ≧ 1 novel ≧ ﹤<≦≦<≤﹤<<≦≦≤≤≦≦The leading strong man has blocked Zhou Qingfeng in front of him, and he wants to use his strong body to knock Zhou Qingfeng down and show off his momentum.

It's just that Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the Colt revolver on his thigh, put the muzzle of the gun on the strong man's throat, and sneered and scolded: "Do you think there are too many people to eat me?"

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 his body was pushed up halfway. But under his shortness of breath, he still bared his teeth and cursed: "Bastard, shoot if you are not afraid of death!"

The strong man's subordinates also took out their guns and pointed at Zhou Qingfeng one by one, yelling and cursing viciously, asking Zhou Qingfeng to put down their guns immediately and make compensation.

The butcher who was following Zhou Qingfeng squinted his eyes, his hands were still but ready, and he said calmly, "Victor, I don't like being treated like a monkey. If you don't make a move, I will."

There are many conflicts in the troubled times, people die every day in this black market, the passers-by around are not surprised at first, and at the same time avoid it from a distance. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng facing seven people, everyone felt that Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher would be unlucky.

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: "You bastard, you'd better put down the gun, or you will regret it. I swear you will regret it."

"Oh..., that's fine." Zhou Qingfeng seemed to listen to the other party's advice, and actually retracted his revolver, and then stood behind the bald man in a flash, avoiding all the people pointing at him. muzzle.

The bald man's throat hurt from Colt's gun barrel. He rubbed his neck, turned his head and cursed loudly: "Do you think it's okay? I said you will regret it, I want you to do it now regret."

All eyes were on Zhou Qingfeng, but it was the butcher who actually did the work. This giant bear quickly drew out his own gun and started shooting at an extremely fast speed.

After a series of intense gunshots, all seven people who had surrounded Zhou Qingfeng were shot. The big man in the lead turned his head to trouble Zhou Qingfeng, but when the gunshots stopped, he lowered his head again and was shocked to see a bloodstain that was rapidly expanding on his chest.

The butcher quickly changed the magazine and put the gun back into the holster. He took two steps forward and pushed the shot-shot bald head to the ground, muttering, "I said it, I hate being stared at like a monkey."

Everyone around was in a state of shock, but the child who had just been let go looked at Zhou Qingfeng's back, then at the butcher striding away,

The little guy immediately searched for a while on the fallen body. He was not greedy either, he took out two guns and a few magazines, got into the aisle between the tents, and ran away quickly.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't respond to the gunshots behind him, and continued to walk forward slowly. When he saw a shop that seemed to be good, he walked in.

The owner of this tent shop is a tall and thin white man, and he saw all the fighting outside. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng come in, he quickly greeted him enthusiastically: "Sir, do you need anything? We will definitely be able to 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 in the middle. Zhou Qingfeng walked to the side of the assault vehicle and asked with great interest, "How do you sell this product?"

"Fifty thousand bottle caps."

"Bottle cap?"

"This is a kind of virtual currency used in our black market to mark the value of goods. In fact, we need to barter. We sell arms here, and at the same time buy medicines, food and other daily necessities at high prices."

"Can't you pay with gold?" Zhou Qingfeng has several tons of gold in his hand.

But the black market boss smiled and said: "Sorry, no one particularly needs gold now. Maybe we will need gold as currency in the future, but we need the real thing more now. Actually, if you need gold, I can give you a special offer price."

A poorly printed purchase order was handed over to Zhou Qingfeng. After a glance, he found that the prices of food and medicine were extremely high. For example, the price of a box of canned meat was actually five bottle caps. Calculated, as long as 10,000 boxes of canned meat can buy a firepower assault vehicle with a heavy machine gun.

This price is very expensive in the wasteland. Because for people who don’t eat or drink, firepower assault vehicles can’t fill their stomachs, but canned meat can keep them alive. But this may not be the case for Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Where did your weapons come from?"

"We are a store opened by Skull and Bones. The weapons we sell come from the large arsenals of several U.S. armies. Sir, we have all the ammunition you want."

"Are there Javelin anti-tank missiles?"

"Have."

"Are there any tank sales?"

"Sorry, heavy weapons are not for sale."

"Is there any fuel?"

"Sorry, fuel is more scarce than food now, and our skeleton society prohibits the fuel from flowing out."

"Are there any large-caliber sniper rifles?"

"Yes, all kinds of styles, all kinds of ammunition, and the prices are very cheap."

"What about the explosives? What about the anti-personnel mines? What about the bazooka?"

"Yes, there are all of these."

"What about the slaves? I need some slaves with special skills."

"There is a large supply of slaves. Now many people are starving to death. They are selling themselves in order to survive. We can find any slave you want for you."

After the questioning, Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the tent with the butcher, and found several shops to continue shopping. They discovered that Skeleton has a large number of weapons used by infantry for sale, and there is no shortage of professional slaves, except for fuel, food and medicine.

In fact, fuel, food and medicine are lacking everywhere. Although the Skull and Bones controlled New York's 6-way channel to the north, it was actually too difficult to feed the millions of people within their control.

However, this imbalance between supply and demand made both Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher slightly excited. Zhou Qingfeng said in a low voice, "We can take this opportunity to make a fortune! At least update our weapons."

"The underground air-raid shelter of the police headquarters, which has been preserved for decades, is piled up like a mountain."

"There are also plenty of military blankets."

"There are also crude but useful medical devices."

"There's even a couple of old motors and water pumps."

"These can all be exchanged for our scarce supplies."

"We can bring in David Lawrence to help. He is the third-level commando captain of the Brotherhood of Steel and has more than a hundred people under his command."

The plan seemed so smooth that it was hard to believe. Zhou Qingfeng told Lena Fox about his thoughts. Miss Fox immediately sent someone to collect the prices from the Brotherhood of Steel side. As a result, the conclusion is that—except for heavy weapons and fuel, which are strictly controlled, other materials can be exchanged for food.

And the contact with David Lawrence is also very easy. The new third-level assault captain led a team of more than one hundred people. But in fact, the supplies that the Brothers of Steel would give him were not enough. He was also eager for a fortune.

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 deployment, tens of millions of boxes of canned meat and other supplies were successively removed from the underground air-raid shelter within half a month.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that after they left the police headquarters last time, the secret of the air-raid shelter would be discovered. But in fact, the police headquarters has indeed been ransacked many times, but the air-raid shelter hidden deep in the underground garage is still unattended.

After two days of tossing around, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the black market at Kennedy Airport with 20,000 boxes of canned food initially used for trading.

"Is there anyone willing to eat this stuff?" The butcher stood on the bow of the small tugboat, spitting vigorously into the sea. He'd just pried open a can of Spam big enough to be his grandpa, tasted the black peppery pink mince, and was in this disgusting state.

After careful identification, the two discovered that many of these cans were leftovers from World War II—the famous canned Spam meat. This thing was regarded as two major enemies by the US military in World War II, and the other major enemy was gonorrhea.

"It's enough to fill your stomach. Who cares if it's delicious at this time?" Zhou Qingfeng pushed aside a piece of 'Hershey' chocolate, which was also from World War II, and this piece of chocolate was also chewy, "I'm sure someone will need them. "(To be continued.)