Chapter 1490: The Wasteland Market at Doomsday Madness

"The patrol team is here!"

"It's going to be a good show!"

Everyone in Building 29 ran out of their rooms and into the corridor.

This group of people was just looking for fun.

Li Zhengping rode a small electric scooter made by Dazhangshu Jidi and stopped outside Building 29 with a sudden brake.

He put up his tripod and put his hands on the gun belt tied around his waist, just on the two pistols.

Behind him, a dozen patrol members who also rode small electric scooters also got off the small electric scooters.

Li Zhengping walked in front. He was only 21 years old and had a beard, but he didn't want to cut it.

He walked up to the shirtless gambler with a dragon-like step, opened his mouth, and asked:

"Is it you who sounded the alarm? What's the matter?"

The dozen people behind him focused their eyes on the gambler. This momentum and scene were really domineering and majestic.

The gambler was obviously also intimidated by Li Zhengping's pressure and swallowed nervously.

Pointing at the upstairs, he shouted aggrievedly:

"Sir, you have to make the decision for me!"

Li Zhengping raised his eyebrows, "Damn it, talk properly."

Are you performing an opera here?

"Sir, I was tying steel bars at the construction site today. The weather was very hot today, and I was sunburned with red spots. I didn't take a break in the middle, but I thought I could contribute to our trading market and make more contributions.

After a busy day, I finally got corn tortillas for my sweat and hard work. I thought I could taste them when I returned to my residence, so that I would have the energy to continue to contribute to our trading market tomorrow, but! But! But!

When I sat down, the newcomer next to me complained that I smelled bad, but I was too lazy to answer him. When I was about to put the fragrant corn tortilla in my mouth, it was snatched away by the newcomer. It was fine if he snatched it away, but I asked him to give it back to me, but he didn't want to, and he ate it in two or three bites.

That was the reward for my hard work for a day, and now it's all gone."

He spoke very fast, and said a lot in one breath, and even Li Zhengping didn't have time to stop him.

"Stop!" Li Zhengping shouted suddenly.

He talked a lot of nonsense. If it was before the end of the world, he would definitely be suitable for writing novels, very good at writing!

Li Zhengping asked unhappily, "Your food was stolen?"

"Ah! Yes, that's about it."

Li Zhengping rolled his eyes. You told me a lot of things that can be explained clearly in one sentence?

"You said it very well. Don't say it again next time."

Li Zhengping adjusted his somewhat irritated mood and pointed inside.

"Lead the way to find him."

"Yes, sir, I'm really too angry. There are still people who dare to do this in our trading market." The gambler was a chatterbox. He walked in front and didn't forget to continue complaining.

"Shut up! If you talk again, I will deal with you too!" Li Zhengping's irritable mood that he had finally calmed down was aroused again.

"Oh." The gambler looked a little aggrieved, and he led Li Zhengping and others upstairs.

The staircase corridor was full of people, but when they saw the patrol team coming, they all made way.

In their impression, the patrol team was fierce and fierce, and every time they came, it meant someone's death.

Soon.

They came to Room 4 on the second floor.

There was a row of people standing in the corridor, and it was very crowded.

But even so, when Li Zhengping and his team arrived, they still made a large space.

Lin Zhongzheng and Song Tianyi stood in the crowd, making it clear that they did not want to get involved in Zhou Chuan's affairs.

Zhou Chuan sat on the ground and was a little surprised to see Li Zhengping and others appear.

He did not expect that the managers of this trading market would take care of such things.

"Sir, it's him." The gambler pointed at Zhou Chuan and said.

He looked like a dog relying on the power of others.

Zhou Chuan still didn't know what he would face next. For him, wasn't it just robbing someone's food? At most, he would be scolded. If he still wanted to be held accountable, at most he would ask Uncle Lin to help him return it.

It was the first time that Li Zhengping saw someone who was so calm after committing a crime.

"You robbed his food?"

"Who asked him to show off in front of me." Zhou Chuan raised his eyebrows and said.

The gambler quickly stood up, "I didn't, I just took out the food to eat normally."

Li Zhengping looked at the other people in the room and pointed at someone at random.

"Tell me what happened?"

The man pointed out briefly explained the situation.

Li Zhengping nodded and pointed to the other two people: "Is what he said true?"

"Really." Lao Pao and another person nodded.

Li Zhengping took a deep breath and was a little curious about this man who had no fear on his face.

"Don't you know the rules of the trading market? You are not allowed to rob other people's belongings, including food."

Zhou Chuan scratched his arm, "I'm hungry, there's nothing I can do."

"Then do you know the consequences of violating the regulations?" Li Zhengping's tone gradually became cold.

He is still so arrogant in the trading market. This man must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!

Zhou Chuan said indifferently:

"Oh, isn't it just two tortillas? Do you really want to kill me? Can't I just let Uncle Lin give it back to him?"

As he said, he stood up, walked towards the door, and shouted to the crowd: "Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, help me"

In the crowd in the aisle, Lin Zhongzheng took a few steps back from the crowd. He didn't want to show up.

If he was spotted by the patrol team, he would be in trouble.

Zhou Chuan was looking for death, and he could do nothing about it.

After coming out of the bunker, he had taken good care of Zhou Chuan.

He took care of Zhou Chuan for the sake of Zhou Chuan's father, and he had done his best.

"Uncle Lin!"

"Uncle Lin!"

Zhou Chuan shouted louder and louder, and was about to bypass Li Zhengping and walk towards the crowd.

Li Zhengping became even more angry at his attitude of ignoring him.

In addition, the gambler had been nagging in his ear just now, and he was already a little irritated.

He cursed!

At the door, he reached out to stop Zhou Chuan who was about to leave.

Zhou Chuan looked at Li Zhengping, "Why are you stopping me? Aren't they just two tortillas?"

"Are two tortillas worth all the trouble? You are really poor, right?"

"Get out of the way, can't I give it back to him?"

Li Zhengping laughed in anger. Did he care about the two tortillas?

He cared about the regulations. The regulations must not be violated, and those who violated them must die!

He pulled his chest with his left hand and pulled it directly to the fence of the aisle.

He pulled out the gun and pointed it at Zhou Chuan's head.

He wanted to shoot just now, but there were too many people in the room, and it would be easy to hurt others.

Pulling him to the corridor and facing outside would be more convenient.

The onlookers on both sides quickly retreated. The guns were not pointed in the same direction as them, but they were still frightened.

Some newcomers sighed in a low voice: "I have heard that the patrol team is efficient, but I didn't expect it to be so efficient!"

Lin Zhongzheng looked at Zhou Chuan being pressed against the fence, his heart was pounding, and he thought to himself: Fortunately, he didn't run out just now.

Zhou Chuan struggled hard, but his hands were controlled by the other two patrolmen.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You are not really going to kill me, I tell you..."

Li Zhengping shouted in a low voice:

"Violate the regulations, die!"

Bang!

The bullet pierced Zhou Chuan's head.

Zhou Chuan, dead!

"Take his body down and hang it on the street lamp. Write down what regulations he violated below to warn everyone." Li Zhengping waved his hand and asked several men to carry the body away.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

He looked at the crowd, "Who is the Uncle Lin he just called? Stand up!"

In the crowd, Lin Zhongzheng's hands were full of sweat and he didn't dare to come out.

Li Zhengping saw that no one stood up, frowned and said again:

"My patience is limited. Don't let me find it myself. I'll ask you a few questions."

Song Tianyi next to Lin Zhongzheng pushed him and whispered: "You can't hide. Go over. Besides, he said he would ask a few questions. Just tell him that you don't know him very well."

Hearing this, Lin Zhongzheng gritted his teeth and walked out of the crowd.

Li Zhengping looked at him. Lin Zhongzheng and Zhou Chuan, who had just been killed by him, had one characteristic, that is, their skin was relatively white.

In theory, people who have experienced so much in the end times have relatively rough and weathered skin.

But these two people are like people who have been in the underground for a long time without seeing the sun.

"Is that your man?" Li Zhengping asked.

"No, no, no, sir, we just know each other, there is no relationship." Lin Zhongzheng waved his hand quickly.

Li Zhengping raised his eyebrows and said softly:

"Don't worry, his violation is his business, it won't involve you."

Then he continued to ask: "Where did you come from? Why are your skin so white?"

After hearing Li Zhengping say that he would not hold them responsible, Lin Zhongzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"We came from the Lanxi bunker in Fujian Province. We have been staying in the bunker and rarely come out, so we don't know much about many things outside."

Li Zhengping suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the man was so arrogant just now, it turned out that he had just come out of the bunker.

This is just like some college students before the end of the world who were ambitious before entering the society, and became honest after being beaten by the society after entering the society.

That Zhou Chuan obviously had not been beaten by the cruelty of the end of the world.

But now there is no chance, only the next life.

Li Zhengping nodded and said:

"Oh, as long as you don't violate the rules of the trading market, no one will come to trouble you."

"We welcome survivors from anywhere. As long as you come in, we will protect your personal safety and material safety."

"Don't worry about this."

Lin Zhongzheng nodded and thanked him:

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, we will strictly abide by the rules of the trading market."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Li Zhengping led people downstairs.

The people in the aisle saw that the excitement had ended, and they left in twos and threes.

When they left, some people talked about Lin Zhongzheng and his people.

"I don't know whether these people are lucky or unlucky. They don't know anything and have no means of survival. I don't know what they will do in the future."

"Haha! Of course they are lucky. They didn't experience the natural disasters in the past few years, and they are still alive now. At least they have lived a good life in the past few years."

"That's not the case. Were there zombies climbing walls in the past few years? It's much more difficult to survive now than in the past few years, not to mention that they have no experience at all."

When everyone dispersed, Lin Zhongzheng returned to Song Tianyi.

"Old Song, this matter should be over. Tell the people in the team later to strictly abide by the rules, otherwise they will die!"

Song Tianyi's eyes flickered, and he agreed: "I know, I thought they just wrote a warning, but I didn't expect that they would be so cruel and ruthless."

Lin Zhongzheng sighed: "This is the real end of the world, we were too stable in the past few years."

But this kind of end of the world makes them very uncomfortable.

On the other side.

After Li Zhengping collected the team, he deliberately came to the street light to take a look.

Seeing the body hanging on the street light, blood dripping all over the ground, and a sign hanging under the street light.

It said what regulations this person had violated.

Many survivors gathered around and pointed at the body.

After a few hours, it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

When Chen Er came to take over, he rode his electric donkey to the oil city.

He rode his electric donkey on the main road and suddenly smelled the aroma of barbecue in the air.

Gurgle!

My stomach is rumbling.

After a busy day, riding a small electric donkey on the way back to the residence, what does it mean to smell the aroma of barbecue!

He turned right and walked around the commercial district.

Shuttled through the commercial district, he looked at everything in front of him.

The evening breeze was gentle.

Under the iron roof, the flames of the barbecue stalls jumped, and the crackling sound of charcoal and the aroma of meat filled the air, teasing the taste buds of the survivors.

In the smoke, the stall owner waved a long clamp, flipping the sizzling meat on the skewer, and the oil dripped into the fire, bursting out a brief spark.

The heavy industrial-style sign creaked, and the half-hanging iron sheet was swayed by the wind, making a faint metal collision sound.

The neon tubes were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, emitting colorful light, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

The JNs were dressed revealingly, with a flattering smile on their faces, and their eyes revealed the tenacity and helplessness of survival. They shuttled among the crowd, using their bodies as currency for exchange.

Some JNs even stood on the side of the road, with "clothes" assembled from plastic sheets on their bodies, reflecting light under the lights, colorful and gorgeous.

It looks like an inexplicable fashion, which is more interesting than the fashion show before the end of the world.

The air is filled with a stiff and rough atmosphere, and the sounds of people talking, laughing, and bargaining are intertwined to form a symphony of the end of the world.

In this chaotic and vibrant night market, every life is struggling to survive, and their faces are full of uncertainty and madness about the future.

Enjoy life in time.

Live in the present.

These two words are perfect for them.

End of the world carnival!

The world has collapsed, where is the plan, and the plan has no meaning.

No one knows whether they can live until tomorrow, and there is no goal.

They are hit hard by reality, and they understand that they just need to be happy, and they just need to be happy now.

Therefore, under all kinds of complex emotions and under the oppression of reality, the night trading market commercial district has become their only outlet.

Their faces are full of madness and indulgence, and some people even exchange the points they have accumulated with great difficulty for half a bottle of wine, and drink until they are drunk.

This kind of alcohol made from industrial alcohol is bad for the body if you drink too much, but they don't care.

Life is not important, what is important is to let them forget the pain, forget the reality, and get happiness, even if it is only for a short night.

Maybe one day, dying drunk at the intersection of the business district is also a good destination for them.

But most of the survivors can't even afford a bottle of wine.

The business district is noisy, and the recent transaction volume has increased significantly.

Among them.

Bars, brothels, barbecue stalls, these places have the best business.

Even in the past two days, an underground ring competition has emerged in the trading market.

The contractor is the Axe Gang, but it was banned after just one day.

Because the ring competition they held really killed people, and fighting should not happen in the trading market.

However, it has not been completely banned. Now Lao Huang and others are still studying whether to set up such an underground ring. In fact, there are both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that it can release the pressure of these people in the trading market, and they can also make profits from it.

The disadvantage is that people will really die.

For some reason, Li Zhengping particularly likes this atmosphere.

It is exciting and lively, a little bit crazy. No one here cares how much money you make a month, or whether you have a house or a car. No one cares how tall you are, how good your figure is, or how you look.

It's just a transaction.

Give points in exchange for what you want.

Li Zhengping looked straight ahead and ignored the streetwalkers on both sides who tried to solicit him.

Uncle San said that if he was playing in Tingfeng Tower, he would let him go back to the headquarters base.

He didn't dare.

After lavishly buying ten skewers at the barbecue stall,

Ten skewers, for the stall owner, that was the biggest customer of the day.

When he saw that it was Li Zhengping, and the green patrol uniform he was wearing,

He said with great hesitation: "Sir, it's free for you."

Li Zhengping frowned and waved his hand,

"What are you talking about? Do you want to induce me to make a mistake?

Hurry up and bring the card machine over. We won't take a single needle or thread from the survivors! We have rules!"

Xie Dongming smiled and flattered him: "Yes, yes, you are right. Our trading market is becoming more and more prosperous, all thanks to your maintenance."

"I won't charge points for this kebab. It's not worth a few points if I give it to you, sir."

That being said, one skewer is worth 0.3 points, and 10 skewers is worth 3 points.

This is quite a lot, one point can be exchanged for one kilogram of food.

That's three kilograms of food.

Li Zhengping hurriedly said, "Hurry up, swipe my points."

Xie Dongming had to rush to swipe his card. When he saw the balance of points, he almost dropped his jaw. It was the first time he saw so many points.

Seeing the balance on the note, Li Zhengping put it away.

Riding a small electric donkey with one hand, the speed of riding was very slow. He rode back to the oil city while eating the skewers.

On the main road of the commercial district, many survivors looked at the skewers in his hand with envy.

Luxury!

Too luxury!

Who can afford so many skewers!

Ten skewers of wild boar meat skewers. This kind of wild boar meat is very chewy, and after all, it costs 0.3 points per skewer, so there is a lot of meat in one skewer.

Li Zhengping hurried past, leaving the fragrance in the air.

Leaving many people envious and drooling.

"Fuck, it's so luxurious!"

"Yeah, ten skewers of barbecue, give me, plus a bottle of white wine, five corn cakes, I'm willing to exchange one year of my life for it."

"Look at your useless look, I'm willing to use five years!"

"Gudong, I'm willing to die after eating it!"

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