Chapter 1290 You have to listen to me in my place!
The sun was blazing.
Flowers and grass are withered and dust is flying.
Groups of survivors walked in one direction, their faces covered with sweat and dirt, looking exhausted.
"Mom, where are we going?" A seven or eight-year-old girl with gray face, chapped lips, and hair as yellow as straw raised her head and asked her mother.
Next to the little girl, there was a middle-aged woman carrying a huge luggage package.
There are more than a dozen scars crisscrossing the chapped face, and there is one scar in particular that stretches from the center of the eyebrow to the chin, which is hideous and terrifying. These scars squirm as the woman's expression changes.
Her appearance makes her extremely safe in the apocalypse.
She was holding a kitchen knife in her left hand and a bag in her right hand, which seemed to contain some blankets and the like.
"Qunqun, let's go to the Oil City Trading Market." The woman looked back at her daughter and replied.
The little girl held her mother's clothes and carried a schoolbag with Mickey Mouse on her back, but the Mickey Mouse on the schoolbag was missing an ear.
Her dry body was like a stick of firewood.
The arms were as thin as hemp rods, as if they would break if bent.
In her hand, she also held tightly a short dagger, which was given to her by her mother.
"Why are we going to the Oil City Trading Market?" The little girl's voice was crisp.
On this dusty national highway, hundreds of people were walking in front and back.
In the little girl's dirty face, her eyes were extremely bright.
It was as if there were stars in his eyes, with confusion and anxiety in his eyes, as well as some fear, and a hint of undetectable ruthlessness!
In the last few years, she has experienced too much with her mother.
She had just learned to walk when the apocalypse first broke out, and over the years she had been honed into a person who knew how to disguise herself.
No peers, no toys, no games.
Being in crisis all year round, I often have one meal and don’t know when the next meal will be.
She is like a child before the end of the world, with many answers to the questions in her head.
I don’t know why my mother used a dagger to cut her face like that.
I don’t know why the cakes pictured in the books I picked up taste like.
I don’t know what a playground is, and I don’t know what my father looks like.
The scarred woman had a smile on her face, but her smile made her face even more terrifying.
"Because... we want to survive!"
There was determination in her voice.
As she finished speaking, she was also looking around, wary that other survivors who were traveling with her would rob the mother and daughter.
She had been with a group before, but the leader of that group was a guy with a human face and an animal heart.
She was not disfigured at that time.
The boss of that small group spoke carelessly and hypocritically that he would protect the mother and daughter, but in the end he was interested in his own body.
For the sake of her daughter, she could only compromise, thinking that it would be difficult to survive in the apocalypse by herself.
However, one day she overheard that the leader had set his sights on her daughter, who was only a few years old.
He could only run away with his daughter overnight on that dark night, risking being bitten by zombies.
The gang naturally noticed their escape, but did not dare to pursue them.
After all, most people dare not leave the shelter at night.
Fortunately, there were relatively few zombies around, and they were lucky enough to escape them.
After that, she never thought about joining any group.
She would rather face the terrifying zombies than face the hypocritical and cunning humans.
Going around and around, with amazing perseverance, she managed to survive with her daughter until now.
The suffering experienced during this period is beyond the understanding and imagination of ordinary people.
The people accompanying him walked on the dry yellow earth like zombies.
They are all on guard against each other.
If it weren't for the fact that the designated time for the Oil City Trading Market was coming soon, they wouldn't want to go with others.
Compared with walking on the road, sometimes walking in the mountains and forests is more dangerous.
If you can't see the ambush, it's better to take the main road.
At least there are more people, so each other doesn’t know if the other has a team.
Some are small groups with only a dozen people, while others are groups with dozens of people.
And this mother and daughter happened to be following a group of people.
It's easy to fool other survivors into thinking they are in the same group.
The reason why I followed this group of people was because there were several women and a little boy of about ten years old in this group.
Generally speaking, a group with children and women looks more reassuring than a group with only men.
Rumble——
Suddenly, behind the army of survivors, there was a roar of vehicles.
The survivors stepped aside one after another, making a way out in the middle.
Only a dozen or so cars were seen coming from behind.
On the bed of the leading pickup truck, six or seven men with axes in their hands were sitting, looking fierce.
The woman following a team quickly took her daughter's hand and backed away to the side of the road.
He covered his daughter's face and warned in a low voice:
"Don't look at them, just keep moving forward."
In the apocalypse, sometimes a look from you may lead to death.
Two figures, one large and one small, were as inconspicuous among the army of survivors as a drop of water merged into the ocean.
in the car.
"Boss, Brother Big Bear, why doesn't he really come with us?" A man dressed in a coquettish voice looked at the man in the front seat with a high-pitched voice.
The man in the front seat only has six fingers, five on his right hand and only one on his left hand.
"How do I know! Stop talking!" Liuzhi frowned and said coldly.
Looking at the bustling survivors outside the car, he squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Oil City.
I have a lot of thoughts in my mind.
It seems that many people believed what the Oil City Trading Market said about thunderstorm disasters.
After all, there is no need for such a big force to lie to people.
Moreover, their group has been devastated by so many natural disasters.
No one is confident that they can survive this thunderstorm natural disaster.
People follow the crowd.
When the first person to eat crabs enters, the others will follow.
The more people who enter, the more people who follow will be attracted to enter.
Thousands of transportation personnel have posted slogans on the main roads near Oil City.
As long as the transport personnel go, the banners will be posted and the loudspeakers will shout.
As the banner at the back was not enough, I used black charcoal to write on the wall.
After a week of this, most of the survivors within a radius of two to three hundred kilometers of the Oil City knew the news.
In the last car of the convoy, Black Hand was playing with the butterfly knife in his hand, without looking at the survivors outside, as if only the butterfly knife in his hand could arouse his interest.
Among the survivors on both sides, some people plucked up the courage to secretly watch the convoy.
"They seem to be from the Ax Gang."
"The Ax Gang, never heard of it."
"They actually wanted to go to the Oil City Trading Market to escape the natural disaster just like us. I didn't expect that such a powerful force would go there."
"There are tall people holding up the sky when it falls, and they all go there, which means our decision to go to the Oil City Trading Market is the right one!"
"rational!"
With Oil City as the center, teams of survivors are coming from all directions.
At this moment, there were two queues stretching for thousands of meters outside the gate of the trading market.
One passage is for survivors with transportation, and the other is for people on foot.
In this apocalyptic world, there are all kinds of vehicles, including trucks, pickup trucks, motorcycles, scooters, bicycles, and even homemade unicycles.
In order not to affect the entry and exit of transportation personnel, another channel was specially divided for their own use in Oil City.
Thanks to the huge gate of Oil City, it was possible to run three lines in parallel at the same time.
In addition, the number of survivors who have poured in in the past few days has increased dramatically.
There were only a dozen guards at the door before, which were obviously not enough.
So under Ju Tianrui's order, hundreds of people were recruited here.
Including maintaining order in the team, checking people entering the city, and some are specially alerted to prevent someone in the crowd from suddenly breaking out and committing an attack.
They were just afraid that they would cause chaos in Wengcheng.
Once you get in, you don’t have to worry.
Because everyone entering the city must hand in their weapons, these people without weapons are like fish on the chopping board in the hands of combatants like Zhou Tian and others who have firearms.
Gu Long, Changsheng, Zhou Tian, Liu Jinglue and others are all watching here.
Outside the trading market, on both sides of the queue to enter the city, Dai Jiusheng and He Feng were maintaining order.
"You, you, it's you!" Dai Jiusheng pointed at a man in the team and shouted.
The man who jumped in line had a goatee and black-framed eyes, and he looked a little wretched.
"Leader, you called me?" The wretched man pointed at himself and looked at Dai Jiusheng doubtfully.
I felt uneasy in my heart.
"Yes, who told you to jump in line? Go back and line up again!" Dai Jiusheng scolded.
The wretched man quibbled: "I didn't. If you don't believe me, ask the people behind me."
"Get lost!" Dai Jiusheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
He had just seen this man cutting in front of the mother and daughter, clearly bullying them.
Because he has a child, when he saw this little girl, he was more concerned about it, and he had been looking here just now.
This wretched man still wanted to make excuses, which made him lose his patience.
Seeing Dai Jiusheng raise his gun, his eyes were full of warning.
The wretched man had a sly expression and ran away in a panic.
With such a long queue, how long do you have to wait in line?
Dai Jiusheng looked at the mother and daughter. After seeing the ugly scar on the woman's face, he sighed slightly and left without saying anything.
But at this moment, a clear child's voice sounded.
"Thank you uncle."
Dai Jiusheng turned his head and saw the innocent and clean eyes of the little girl next to the woman. The clear black and white eyes made people feel sympathy involuntarily after seeing her.
Hearing this thank you, Dai Jiusheng didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear what the little girl said, and left.
In the urn city.
Four or five inspection lanes have been opened, each fenced off.
Within these fences stood a line of people waiting to be scrutinized.
In one of the fences, there are vehicles driving.
When it is your turn to reach the gate, you will have to get off the car and undergo a comprehensive inspection.
"Boss, we here demand that all weapons must be handed over. If our Ax Gang has no axes, how about giving them back?"
Liuzhi carefully observed the scene in the urn city and did not pay attention to the driver's words.
The wall of Wengcheng is not high. It was only less than ten meters, but there were more than a dozen fully armed men standing on it with firearms in their hands, including two heavy machine guns pointing downwards.
In addition, there were at least twenty guards watching them in the barbican city.
Including the guards at the gate, the total number of guards exceeded seventy.
There are also dozens of inspectors, registration personnel, and weapons management personnel.
There are more than a hundred people in Wengcheng alone.
This level of martial law leaves no room for resistance.
A gate appeared in front of the vehicle, and the gate behind the vehicle also closed.
Crunch——
The driver stopped the car.
Gu Long said to the people in the car:
"Everyone get out of the car and get checked! Get out of the car!"
Liuzhi got out of the car without saying a word, and other men came down with him.
Several inspectors boarded the vehicle to check whether there were any dangerous items.
"Here is your number, 18971." An inspector handed a number plate to Liu Fingers.
"Pay attention to the people behind you and hand over all the weapons you have to avoid wasting time." Gu Long said to the people behind him.
"Come on! Stretch out your hand."
"Twirl around!"
"Put your feet up!"
Beep beep beep——
The scanner scanned Liu Zhi's shoes and whistled.
"What's in your shoes?" the inspector asked, looking at the six fingers.
Liuzhi's expression was very calm, and he slowly pulled out a dagger from the inside of his boot.
handed over to the inspector.
The inspector glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He just handed it over.
Then, he checked what Liu Zhi handed over.
"A gun, two magazines, two daggers, and an axe. 18971, please confirm these items."
Liuzhi nodded and said, "Confirm."
The inspector put these things together and posted a 18971 sign.
Then he said to the six fingers:
"When you leave the city, use your number plate to come and collect the weapons."
"Next."
Liu Zhi held the number plate and walked up to Liu Jinglue.
"name?"
"Han Tianji."
"Is there a group? What is the group name? Position?"
"Yes, Ax Gang, leader."
Upon hearing the word gang leader, Liu Jinglue raised his head and glanced at him.
"How many people are in the group?"
"194 people."
The other side.
"What's going on?" Gu Long walked over with a frown.
The inspector pointed at the black hand and said:
"He was unwilling to hand over the butterfly knife."
Gu Long stared at Heishou with a warning in his eyes.
"The rules in the trading bazaar are that you must hand in your weapons before you can enter. If you don't hand over your weapons, you can only leave."
He had said it very politely.
The black hand held the butterfly knife in his hand tightly. He was sure that within one second, he would insert the butterfly knife into the neck of the man in front of him.
But he was not sure that he could dodge the bullets of the guards on the Wengcheng wall.
What's more, there are already several guards around who have focused their attention.
No matter how awesome he is, he can't dodge bullets.
"To hand it over or not to hand it over!" Gu Long said impatiently.
Oh shit. There are so many people queuing up behind me.
It has been very busy in the past few days, with people coming in one after another from 7 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Under the continuous operation, the repetitive work made them lose their patience.
Black Hand's eyes were cold, but he still handed over the butterfly knife in his hand.
"Turn around and search." Gu Long looked at him with squinted eyes.
Blackhand could only turn around and accept the inspection.
The inspectors groped around and found no weapons or dangerous items.
"Next one." Gu Long stopped paying attention to him and shouted towards the back.
In this land of Oil City, even if you are a dragon, you have to lie down for me.
There is no other reason, there is only one reason, strength!
The Da Zhangshu base has been saving up for so many years, and once it is made public.
For these survivor teams outside, that is the king of bombs!
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