After leaving Jinvale Bar, Lou Cheng didn't go directly to San Jose Avenue. He ran all the way for Lin Que's matter. He didn't even get any water. At this time, his mouth was dry and his stomach was rumbling. Although he didn't lose his strength, he The state is definitely not at the top, and the next goal is quite strange, there may be some danger hidden, so you must be fully prepared!
Looking at the darkening sky, he congealed a block of ice crystals, stuffed it into his mouth, and melted it with the warmth of his tongue, which was both refreshing and moisturizing.
"According to the map given by the military, there should be a small food market nearby, open from 6:00 to 8:00..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself, and slowly scanned the surroundings, but found no restaurants, and even the entire street was still open. There are no more than five shops.
He didn't look back for Veigar, but followed his memory and occasionally looked at the pictures, and came to a ruin that seemed to have been bombed by a plane.
The twilight light is here, illuminating the shadows of the people in the hidden place.
The stall owners came from all directions one after another, each occupying the designated positions. They were fully armed and loaded with guns, for fear of encountering customers' desperation.
Lou Cheng looked farther and saw compressed biscuits, small bags of flour, and cans with labels in Chinese characters.
"Can you give me two cans of beef?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with disheveled hair and regular features jumped over the building and walked up to a bearded stall owner. She stared at the "tin box" His eyes were like a hungry wolf finally found its prey, and he was reluctant to move away half a point. With his strong hearing, it was not difficult to detect the sound of swallowing saliva.
The stall owner glanced at her and laughed in broken English:
"As long as you have Chinese or American banknotes, or gold, guns."
"I didn't..." The girl's voice lowered, and then she seemed to have made up her mind, "I, I can sleep with you, as long as two cans, beef..."
The stall owner looked her up and down, and finally said, "Okay, but you have to wait until the end."
"Yes, can you give me one first?" the girl asked eagerly.
"Come to my side." The stall owner pointed to the place beside him, "You have to stay with me for two days!"
"Okay, okay!" The girl went around, took an open can with her eyes shining, ignoring the knife and fork, knelt down and sat down, reached out and grabbed a piece of oily beef, stuffed it into her mouth, gobbled it up, and The stall owner patted her chest and buttocks as if weighing the goods, and nodded with satisfaction.
Seeing this scene, Lou Cheng couldn't help but think of a few cousins, Qi Yunfei, Chen Xiaoxiao and Ma Xi, who are about the same age as the girl in front of him, wandering around the campus, busy with their studies, worrying about whether to lose weight or not, whether to do homework or copy homework , drink soy milk or milk for breakfast, love me or not love me and other things.
For a moment, Lou Cheng's mood fluctuated, as if something was stuck in his throat.
He withdrew his gaze, changed the booth, and said in a low voice:
"Give me ten cans, twenty bags of compressed biscuits, and..."
The stall owner was stunned for a few seconds, then silently took out a stupid calculator and pressed it for a long time before he could get the answer.
Lou Cheng doesn't like similar items in China, and he doesn't know the normal price, but he believes that there will be at least five times or even ten times the increase here.
He took out his wallet, emptied the banknotes, and paid the bill with a bit of the gold that the military gave him.
After receiving the food wrapped in old newspapers, he opened a non-self-heating can of beef and was about to eat it when he heard the stall owner remind him kindly:
"Think of a way to freeze this canned food to make it more delicious. The gravy is frozen, gurgling... The Jinvale Bar on Tutans Avenue has a refrigerator and its own generator. You can borrow it for a small fee..."
As he spoke, the stall owner couldn't help but licked his lower lip.
Lou Cheng nodded slowly, holding the old newspaper wrapped in the rest of the food with one hand, the other hand was filled with hoarfrost, and quickly froze the canned food.
With a flick of his wrist, a piece of beef jelly with juice rose into the sky and flew into his mouth.
Not bad... Lou Cheng turned and left while chewing.
The stall owner was stupid there, starting with the cold canned food.
He is not an ignorant poor man who has access to food, so he naturally knows what this means!
This, this is the strongest of the strong!
Who dares to take money from people like this when they come to the market? They will not have the self-consciousness to pay!
This is the rule of Tignes, the universal rule!
After a long time, he looked at Wang Loucheng's back, and then at his own booth, feeling very lucky.
On the edge of the ruins, he randomly found half of the wall and sat down. Lou Cheng ate without wasting time.
When there were only two cans left, five bags of compressed biscuits, and three bottles of drinking water, he repacked them and walked outside the trading market. , hoping to get a little food.
Lou Cheng sighed secretly, and threw the leftover food to different children, not looking at their surprised expressions, and not caring about the disputes caused by it.
This is the war zone.
...
172 San Jose Ave.
There are old bullet marks at the entrance, and most of the nearby glass windows are damaged. Lou Cheng puts his hands in his pockets and steps up the mottled stairs, step by step, with a calm posture and a relaxed expression, like an invited visitor.
His "Bingxin" has already been formed, and his spirit naturally senses the situation around ten meters around his body. Bing Xin, the effect will be clearer and the range will be larger.
When passing by the fifth floor, Lou Cheng did not stop, and continued to climb, but it was just this "passing by", the walls and the scenes in the room were reflected in his heart lake:
The dilapidated sofa, the table with all kinds of empty cans, some of which have not been lost for a long time and have grown hair...
No one is there... Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully, turned around on the sixth floor and then returned to the ground floor. He came to the opposite side, leaned in the shadow, and stared at the entrance.
It was already night at this time, and the street without street lights was completely dark, only the apartments on both sides were illuminated by candles.
In China, such a street should have at least two barbecue shops, one selling lo-mei, one making fried rice, and a 24-hour supermarket... The roadside must be full of tables, full of fragrance, and wine bottles stand side by side... Hehe , I can’t see such a scene now, after all, everything is for environmental protection, for a green and clean world, at most there is still a 24-hour supermarket... Lou Cheng leans his back against the wall and puts his hands in his pockets. Think about it.
The same sky, but two lives.
After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly focused, and he saw the mysterious strong man in the video returning. He was wearing a black windbreaker, his face was expressionless, and his green eyes were like a beast.
Watching the other party enter No. 172, Lou Cheng didn't rush to follow, and waited for a while before stretching his muscles and planning to go over.
At this moment, the mysterious strong man with blond hair and blue eyes came down again and walked towards the other end of the street.
Lou Cheng's icy heart was clear, his spirit spread, and he hung the other party with his hands in his pockets at a distance of tens of meters, and used the secret method of self-cultivation.
Turn left, go straight, turn right, the mysterious blond and blue-eyed strong man seems to be unaware, and there is no abnormality.
Ten minutes later, he came to a ruin on the outskirts of the city, where the appearance of a factory could be vaguely seen, the buildings collapsed, and the steel was torn apart.
Suddenly, this mysterious blond and blue-eyed strong man turned around like a whirlwind, cast his cold gaze on Lou Cheng, and locked him on.
Can he feel it? Sure enough, it's a bit weird... Lou Cheng thought calmly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Two more people jumped down from the second floor of the ruined factory, one was dark-skinned, short in stature, with black hair and black pupils, the other had light yellow eyebrows and a light blue eye.
They may dissolve in the night, or have muscle mass. They seem to be different, but they have a similar temperament, which is consistent with the blond and blue-eyed mysterious strong man!
Rigid and stiff, not flexible enough, weird and scary!
The blond and blue-eyed strong man saw that his companion blocked Lou Cheng's escape route, and said without any fluctuation in his tone:
"Hateful and troublesome stalker."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the two companions, and continued to say in an unsteady voice:
"The response time of the security police in Tignes is 30 minutes, that of the city defense team is 15 minutes, and that of the strong nearby is 5 minutes."
"Number four, number six, end the battle within five minutes."
Number four, number six? Lou Cheng frowned slightly, and took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, with a remaining coin between his fingers.
Zheng!
The coin was thrown high into the air by him.
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