The convoy stayed at Jiangjiu Road for more than three hours. Xiang Junwei and his party continued on the road after eating and drinking enough, completely treating this place as a supply line. When Deng Zhuer sent Xiang Junwei to the car, he suddenly pulled him.
"Brother Wei, I have a few little brothers here who want to go to Xinfeng City to experience it, don't you know?"
"It's not like you don't know the current situation in Xinfeng City. Strangers are forbidden to enter." Xiang Junwei's face pulled.
"I know, I know." Deng Zhuer smiled apologetically, "If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't dare to speak, because it would be useless to speak, but who are you, you are Brother Wei, if others can't do it, you must have a way." Deng Zhuer Zhuer quietly handed out a gold card.
"Even if you can talk, there can't be too many people, 10." Xiang Junwei glanced at the gold card and put it in his pocket. Gold card is a project specially launched by UnionPay to serve VIP customers. Each gold card has 1 million in it without a password.
"Thank you Brother Wei, thank you Brother Wei." Deng Zhuer showed a troubled expression, "I know Brother Wei is in trouble, but relatives have defected to my house, and I have to help. Jiang Jiudao seems to be stable, but in fact danger is everywhere. Now We all know that Xinfeng City is safe, can Wei Ge add a few more people, my relatives and I are grateful for Wei Ge's great virtue." With a finger stretched out, another gold card was handed out.
"20, up to 20, there are too many unfamiliar faces, and I am also in great trouble." Xiang Junwei raised a finger to stop Deng Zhuer's words, and suddenly raised his voice: "Let's go, let's go." Turn around and get into the car.
"Brother Wei, walk slowly, and have a smooth journey." Deng Zhuer trotted and followed a few steps before stopping, with a feeling smile on his face, he did not turn back until he was away from Junwei's car.
Liu Wei'an and others put forward many plans to enter Xinfeng City, but they all lost to bribery in the end. You don't need to be sneaky, just follow in openly and aboveboard.
Although there was a little twists and turns, the gatekeepers were very careful, checking the identity information of the entering personnel one by one, not afraid of Xiang Junwei's face, when Liu Wei'an's truck was quickly checked, Xiang Junwei stuffed 200,000 to go out .
"The verification is correct, let's go!" The inspection officer waved his hand and completed the inspection.
The convoy restarted, the cars in front were moving, and when the trucks in the back started, it was already more than ten minutes later. There are more than 40 people stuffed into the drastically modified military truck, including servants of the Xiang family, bodyguards, soldiers, homeless people, civilians, and mercenaries. ... survived the flames of war, the simple gauze was already dark red, and the inside of the carriage exuded an unpleasant smell.
Liu Wei'an was one of these forty people. An illegal person like him is naturally not qualified to sit in the car in front, and can only be squeezed with the soldiers.
The 20 members of the Ping An team were scattered, and the others were divided into two or three in one car, and he happened to be alone. He remembered that when he got in the car, the eyes in the car looked at him indifferently, without any surprise. Obviously, these people had experienced such a thing more than once.
From Jiangjiu Road to the border of Xinfeng City, for a long distance, the carriage remained silent, only the sound of the engine and the shaking of potholes, until entering Xinfeng City, there was some business in the carriage. Some acquaintances began to chat in low voices.
"Finally home."
"Yeah, there were 10 people in our team, and I was the only one left when I came back."
"We are similar, 2, and 3 are too seriously injured, so they gave up treatment."
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Liu Wei'an has good hearing, and in the entire carriage, no one can escape his ears unless there are people communicating with each other. Through chatting with these people, he learned that the life of people living in Xinfeng City is not as good as people outside think. Life, health and safety are guaranteed, but the pressure on food and survival is very high. Even the direct descendants of the Xiang family had to go out to kill zombies.
Xiang Junwei has three purposes. The first one is to kill zombies and obtain military merit. Military merit is related to the number of leading troops behind. Second, looking for supplies, the current supply in Xinfeng City is the previous inventory, which consumes a lot, and the pressure on the big family is also great. The third is to find useful talents. In principle, the rescued people should be handed over to the government for unified distribution. In fact, the people who went out to fight and rescued the rescued people usually account for half of them themselves, and the remaining half are selected. only to the government.
And this half of the people will become their personal soldiers.
This practice was an open secret in Xinfeng City. The Ma family government turned a blind eye and even secretly encouraged the children of the big family to kill zombies.
"Brother." The thin middle-aged man in his thirties lightly touched Liu Wei'an's shoulder.
When he stretched out his hand, Liu Weian knew about it, but deliberately pretended not to know, and restrained his true energy to protect his body, otherwise the middle-aged man was afraid of being bounced, so he looked at him.
"Do you have any cigarettes?" The middle-aged man tried his best to show a friendly smile.
"No." Liu Wei'an first glanced at his yellowed teeth, then cast his eyes down, his index finger and middle finger were slightly yellow, this is an old smoker.
"Is there any food?" When the middle-aged man asked this, his throat moved and he swallowed.
"How long have you been with Westbrook?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"3 months." The middle-aged man hesitated.
"What did you do before?" Liu Weian noticed that middle-aged people were not strong, that is, in the late stage of Black Iron, such people can survive for three months, and they have good means of saving their lives. He learned from the chats with the people in the carriage that Xiang Junwei would go hunting once a month on average, which meant that the middle-aged man had experienced at least three fights.
"Programmer." The middle-aged man raised his glasses subconsciously, but soon realized that the glasses were gone long ago, showing a wry smile, and the nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
Programmers are called nerds and straight men. They are the most unpopular type of boyfriends for women. Many programmers themselves hate themselves as programmers. However, compared with living in the end of the world, many people would rather be a Programmer.
"Which aspect?" Liu Weian's thinking is very clear, so the pace of questioning is very fast, leaving no time for thinking.
"Crack—" the middle-aged man glanced around vigilantly after finishing speaking, but immediately realized that it was the end of the day, and no one cared about it anymore. Cracking is a euphemism, and there is another word that is more powerful, hacker.
Liu Wei'an moved his finger. Before the middle-aged man could react, there was already something in his hand. When he glanced at it, the excitement flashed away. It was candy. Before the apocalypse, when you go to the supermarket to buy something, when you encounter a few cents of change, the cashier will usually replace it with candy, take it home, put it on the coffee table, and probably won’t eat it for weeks or even months, but put it Now, it's a big deal. A candy can sometimes last a day without eating.
The middle-aged man put away the candy calmly, and looked at Liu Weian with friendly eyes.
"What's the name?" Liu Weian noticed that the convoy in front had stopped, and the truck started to slow down, and it should be almost there.
"The seal is clear." The middle-aged man whispered,
The car shook and stopped.
"Are you there?" Liu Weian noticed that the people in the car kept quiet and did not arrange their clothes.
"There is still about half an hour's journey, and now we are on the highway." Yin Zhangqing is very familiar with this road, and he can know where he is with his eyes closed.
Seal Qing said it took half an hour, but in fact it took almost an hour to arrive, and he only noticed when he got out of the car. There was a motorcade in front of him, flying the banner of the Xinglong Military Academy. Liu Weian saw Tang Ding in the crowd at a glance. Boom. She is petite and stands out from the crowd. She has not been seen for a long time. Her appearance is still the same, but her youthfulness has faded and she is a little more mature. The dirty blood on her body has been dried and dark, but her face is kept very clean, obviously washed.
She was wearing a camouflage uniform, and the weight of tens of kilograms seemed to have no effect on her. She stood upright, and there were several tall camouflage uniforms standing beside her. They should all be students of the Xinglong Military Academy. With a straight posture, a straight cut head, and a firm face, you can only feel their tenderness when you look away from Tang Dingdong occasionally.
Liu Wei'an glanced over and saw a few familiar faces, all of them were classmates. They had hardly spoken to each other in the same class before, but now they saw them, but they were very kind. He had a good relationship with Xiao Jie, but he couldn't find Xiao Jie. If you look carefully, you have already entered a building crowded with people.
The place to get off is in the suburbs, and there is still a distance from the urban area. They cannot directly enter the urban area. They must be cleaned and disinfected before they are selectively allowed to enter depending on the situation.
Why is it optional? The urban area is dominated by the rich, and the poor can only live in the suburbs.
After Xiang Junwei arrived in the suburbs, he took people away. He didn't care about Liu Weian and others. For him, it was enough to bring people into Xinfeng City. As for the rest of the matter, he didn't care, or , he had already forgotten the existence of Liu Weian and others.
The convoy also no longer accepts Liu Weian and his party. Liu Weian asked, and there is also a fee for cleaning and disinfection. They all dressed cleanly, which saved a lot of money.
"Young Master, what should we do now?" Everyone gathered around Liu Weian.
"Scatter, act according to the plan, Daxiang and Yang Wujiang follow me." Liu Wei'an ordered.
"Yes!" The crowd dispersed quickly.
The people who come and go are all integrated in the suburbs. An industrial chain has been formed here, and the basic necessities of life are complete. As soon as Liu Weian led the two of them to the hotel entrance, they were attracted by screams.
Screaming and gunshots rushed out from the facade of an older building and quickly approached.
"Go upstairs!" Seeing that there were all human heads in front of him and he couldn't see anything, Liu Weian took three seconds to go up to the third floor of the hotel and opened the window. About 300 meters away, a group of people were besieging three zombies.