I open a blind box in the last days

Huangcheng Black Market is a building that stands at the junction of three places in the southwest corner of Huangcheng.

This place was a cemetery before the disaster.

Because the terrain here is relatively high, there are many steep stairs and tombstones.

Therefore, as long as you occupy a high position and place some obstacles, you can easily keep the enemy away.

The entrance to the black market is surrounded by many sharpened wooden thorns. The upward road is also lined with three steps, one post, and five steps.

Due to the lack of large buildings around, the number of night corpses here is relatively small.

Moreover, any night zombies who try to approach the black market will be killed first by the gunmen lying in ambush nearby.

The "managers" of these black markets all wear black clothes and black trousers, and cover their faces with black cloth.

Although it is said that this is the territory of Blood Fang, the leader of Blood Fang has never admitted it. Of course, he has not denied it either.

"Hey, Lao Wen, I heard that the black market has become very busy recently? I heard the captain said this morning that I should keep my eyes open."

A newcomer standing on patrol at the entrance seemed to be more curious.

His whole body was wrapped in black cloth, with only a pair of gleaming eyes exposed.

Next to him, the man called "Old Wen" was obviously an old fritter.

"Why are you asking so much? Just do whatever the superiors tell you to do. Don't you know curiosity can kill the cat?"

Lao Wen's attitude was cold and he didn't speak in a nice manner.

However, the young man was not angry even after being upset, and still asked: "What a shame! I just want to know who I am going to face~~"

The young man looked around, then approached his companion and quietly handed him something.

Old Wen put the things into his arms as if nothing had happened and coughed twice.

"Rookies are trouble... I tell you not to go out and talk nonsense!"

Lao Wen accepted the benefits from others and his tone became much gentler.

"Don't worry~! I have the strictest mouth!"

The young man made a zipper motion with his hand and said confidently.

Lao Wen lowered his voice and said: "Rookie, I believe you have also heard that our black market is going to make big moves recently."

"Yeah, I heard about it."

"I can only tell you that this big move will attract many forces around Huangcheng to participate. By then, these people who come will be rich or noble, and they will definitely bring a lot of valuable things with them."

"Yeah, what next?"

"Then? We've come to this point and you still don't understand? Then our black market can make a lot of money just by collecting transaction taxes! How stupid!"

Old Wen rolled his eyes at the young rookie, turned around and walked aside, lit a cigarette that the young man had just given him, and started puffing away.

The young rookie rolled his eyes and didn't ask any more questions, because he didn't completely believe what Old Wen said.

He just said that the black market will rely on this opportunity to make a lot of money from middlemen.

But the young rookie felt that instead of earning the middle fee, wouldn't it be more satisfying to serve all these people in one go?

Just when the young rookie was thinking wildly, there was a commotion at the entrance of the black market.

"What's wrong?"

He stood on tiptoe and looked toward the entrance, and saw a group of about ten people, wearing uniforms and high-quality masks, walking in menacingly.

"...Whose power is this? It looks so rich..."

The rookie stretched his neck out of curiosity, but heard Old Wen's soft voice: "Are you stupid? That's the Crusaders from Vault 189! Look at their equipment, and then look at ours...

Tsk tsk tsk... I'm even afraid that if there is a conflict, we will be directly destroyed by others...!"

Indeed, among the many forces in Borgas, the Holy Cult can be said to be the richest and the one with the most advanced combat equipment.

However, there is an unwritten rule for those who come to the black market to trade.

That means you cannot carry weapons of mass destruction. This includes combat mechas, large firearms, and various explosives.

The Crusaders have a strong military force and the most comprehensive equipment.

They can even dispatch transport mechas to transport this team to the border of the deserted city.

It is also because of this that their team is the first wave of big forces to reach the black market.

This time the black market will open in three days. Before then, the surrounding small forces and survivors will bring some of the goods they have here to sell.

There is a unique currency circulating in the black market, which everyone is accustomed to calling "black currency".

This is a currency made by compressing and polishing black ore, and can only be circulated within the black market.

Of course, there are also some people who secretly choose to barter.

However, if they are caught by the black market managers doing selfish transactions, they may be fined and their goods confiscated, or they may be expelled or killed on the spot.

Under the eyes of everyone in the black market, who were looking, probing, and prying, Eugene and his team were invited into his tent by a local leader of the black market.

After all, the Holy Cult’s thigh is not something anyone can hug if they want to. Now that you have the opportunity, why don’t you seize it with all your strength?

I heard that one of the most expensive items on the black market is the "189 shelter quota" of the Holy Religion.

"Haha~ Mr. Eugene, welcome to the black market! Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The little boss had a sinister look, and his yellow teeth were particularly prominent.

Eugene's eyebrows covered under the mask wrinkled, and he said coldly: "What can I need your help with? No need. We will only wait for the market to open in three days, buy what we need and leave.

"

Eugene's voice was cold and his tone was not polite at all.

But despite this, the little leader did not dare to be dissatisfied at all.

After all, he is a powerful figure in the Crusaders. How can I, a little bastard, compare myself to others?

"Haha~ Yes, yes, that's what Mr. Eugene said! Then... please go to the black market hotel to take a rest. The market will officially open in three days!"

The Black Market Hotel is located on the hillside of this pre-catastrophe cemetery.

It used to be a place where ashes were stored, but now it has been transformed into a hotel.

Those big customers who arrive at the black market in advance and want to be safe and not short of money usually choose to stay in this hotel for a few days.

This place is protected by Blood Fang, and ordinary thieves dare not approach it.

The young man who had inquired about the information before had slipped away to fish somewhere.

Lao Wen cursed and continued to stick to his post.

In a deserted corner of the black market cemetery, the young man wrapped in black cloth was squatting under a tree and talking quietly to another man wearing a mask.

"It seems that my guess is pretty accurate... Regardless of whether the military map is true or false, the person who released this news probably has other motives!"

The young man in black cloth took a branch and wrote and drew on the ground, and then quickly wiped it away.

"This is our plan A. If nothing unexpected happens in the middle, we will continue to implement it like this."

"What if there is an accident?" another person asked.

"If something unexpected happens...then plan B~"

"What's Plan B?"

"According to circumstances~!"

"...All right."

Although there are still three days until the market opens, in fact, black market transactions have always existed.

It's just that the items sold in the market will be more precious and relatively bulky.

"Take a look at it~~Good towel~~Durable plastic basin, and pictures of beautiful women~~!"

In a corner of the black market, a young man dressed in rags was hawking the goods from his stall.

Not to mention, although he is a new face, the goods sold at the stall are really good.

However, although towels and plastic basins are daily necessities, his best sellers are pictures of beautiful women.

Maybe men in the apocalypse are relatively empty. Even a palm-sized picture can be sold for three black coins.

If it is a large picture with few clothes, it can even be sold for a high price of ten black coins!