Chapter 351 Underground (First Update)

At the same time, she was full of expectations for this trip. The United States is worthy of being the United States. No matter what she gained from this trip, at least she had never been abroad in her life. She never thought that she could travel abroad in the end of the world after her rebirth.

Here, we have to talk about the problem that the United States has a large land area but a sparse population. There are 120 million people in neighboring Mexico, and Sacramento covers an area of ​​99.2 square miles, which is equivalent to a quarter of Hong Kong or ten Macaus. Even if more than 300,000 foreign populations flow in, it is only 600,000 people, which is equivalent to one-fifth of the population of Wucheng.

Due to the Mediterranean climate, the first feeling when landing in Sacramento is that it is not as cold as Wucheng. The second feeling is that it is large, empty, and sparsely populated. At least here, except for the bright lights and feasting in the city center, the rest of the surroundings are quiet, and occasionally there will be rumbling sounds, and then earthquakes will begin.

Natural disasters are affecting the whole world, and no one can escape them. Because of the earthquake, it has become more chaotic here. Every day, countless Mexicans pour into the city. However, Jingshu finally feels that the land she is standing on and the exotic buildings are no longer China. She has really come to the United States across the ocean!

"It is 11 o'clock in the morning in the United States. I believe everyone has rested well on the plane. So from now on, let's split up. Look, my friend Xiao Hei is here to pick you up." Yang Yang waved at the truck that was coming. The truck turned around with a beautiful tail swing, and a dark American man came down.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Yang, I am so happy to see you. My dear prospective mercenary friends, I am very happy to meet you. You can just call me Xiao Hei from now on." Xiao Hei, who was as strong as a bull, hugged Yang Yang and greeted everyone. Xiao Hei spoke fluent Chinese, which solved the embarrassing situation of Jingshu, a poor student who could not understand foreign languages.

So the two teams parted ways. The violent firepower crushing team consisting of Tank, Snake, Lingling, Monkey and Jingshu got on Xiaohei's truck. The men could only squat in the truck. Jingshu and Lingling sat in the co-pilot seat and followed Xiaohei to the underground black market he mentioned.

Xiaohei stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, cursing: "Oh, this damn black market, oil is getting harder and harder to get now, I have to drive faster, the less time, the less oil I use, the two ladies should sit tight."

Jingshu: "???" It is said that foreigners are not good at math and can finish a pizza cut into six pieces, but they can't finish the same pizza cut into eight pieces. But isn't driving fuel-efficient determined by the constant speed fuel consumption?

Jingshu and Lingling looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. Lingling is a timid and shy girl, but I don't know why such a girl dresses so revealingly and cutely.

Jingshu looked outside and listened to Xiaohei's explanation of local interesting things. The truck was speeding, and the scenery on both sides was rapidly receding. This area was more like a large rural area. In some places, the water was obviously receding and there was still silt. The houses were very sparse and dilapidated. Like China, they were covered with green moss. It was as scary as walking in a century-old ghost town at four or five in the morning.

There was no sign of living people around.

"Oh, this damn earthquake!" Xiaohei quickly turned the steering wheel to bypass the big pit, and the whole car swayed from side to side. Xiaohei still said to himself: "Last year, more than half of Sacramento was flooded. Fortunately, the city center and a small part of the suburbs were not flooded, so some citizens went to the city center. But since the government was driven out, the black-hearted merchants and arms dealers who monopolized food have formulated new doomsday rules. Those of us who can't pay taxes can only go to the suburban slums, but fortunately there is still an underground black market for us to mix in."

"What exactly is the underground black market?" Jingshu asked.

Xiao Hei bit a cigarette and started smoking. Jing Shu couldn't help but sigh that things that were extinct in China could still be afforded by the poor in the United States. It seemed that as the rumors said, there was a civil war in the United States every day, and there was no worry about food and clothing.

In fact, Jing Shu was still wrong, because although the United States is a developed capitalist country, the gap between the rich and the poor is too large. 15% of the people in the United States cannot eat a day in the slums. There is no medical insurance and welfare, and they are even worse than the poor in China. China's poverty alleviation policies such as teaching farming, giving seeds, and recruiting workers in factories have enabled many poor people to have enough food. As long as they work hard, they can get jobs and money.

Even if it is the end of the world, there is still government relief food. As long as you work hard, you can at least have a meal every day and not starve to death.

It's different here in the slums. The living conditions here are even worse.

"Oh dear Miss Jing, I heard that China has abolished your currency and reset a new one. Other countries have changed their currencies because of economic inflation, but we in the United States still use rice and gold. The government still stipulates that food and oil can be purchased at the original price, but the problem is that rice and gold can't buy anything now, just like stinky dog ​​shit, it can't do anything. Now all places in the United States use food and materials as hard currency.

The underground black market is the place that controls half of Sacramento's oil and food. This is the "aristocratic circle" composed of hundreds of middle-class families. They monopolize, are self-sufficient, and employ a large number of mercenaries and locals to form an interest group."

Jingshu pointed to the distant city center and said, "Is it the place with lights on?" It looks very luxurious, and it is also the place Jingshu yearns for. It feels that it is the place where the United States is reported on TV every day. If the United States travels there this time, it must be very good.

Xiao Hei showed an exaggerated expression, "It was originally the government state of Sacramento, but later it was occupied by the gang arms dealers. They have powerful firepower. In the first year of the apocalypse, they pulled a lot of people and even formed an alliance with the famous grain dealers. They modified the new survival system. People living there are divided into different levels. The low-level slaves are mostly refugees from Mexico, as well as some people of various nationalities; the middle-level free people are mostly wealthy local citizens, and the upper-level ones are arms dealers and grain dealers. There were earthquakes in the past few days, and many people came from Mexico, and half of them were taken in."

"Of course, many people have mixed into the slums. Without the government, there is no food source and law. These people are thinking about snatching food from others all day long. Mexico has also formed a gang, and often specializes in robbing people with food. Even women are in danger here. It has been very chaotic in recent days, so the black market has to recruit more capable mercenaries, but I heard that the above is preparing for a big event, and they also need to recruit mercenaries to complete the task." Xiao Hei blew smoke rings.

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