Chapter 1029: The Survivor

"To be honest, I really don't know whether I should sympathize with these Africans or hate them? They have committed all the crimes I can think of." Qin Ming stood in front of several skeletons, his mind uneasy.

Under pressure, or in other words being fooled, Oak joined the advance team. For this reason, he had to personally take twenty of his men to receive simple training, and also opened his loot warehouse to the advance team.

The warehouse is a block blocked by Oak's order, and it belongs to the boss privately, symbolizing his power and status. But in fact, Oak himself also snatched this area from others. He himself has only been here a few times, so he doesn't even know what's in it?

On the surface, it seems that this is where food, gasoline, and guns are piled up. But if you go to the depths of this construction area, no one can tell what's inside?

In the early stage of the inventory, what was found in the warehouse were all tattered and corrupt waste. Maybe they were glamorous when they were snatched a year ago, but they are already useless now.

Another disgusting thing is the large number of bones piled up here. I don't know that that bastard once carried out a massacre here. Hundreds of corpses were placed on the ground, including men, women and children. One can imagine the bloody and brutal events that took place here and then.

The skeletons in front of Qin Ming were obviously children, especially young ones, but they did not escape the catastrophe. You must know that the head of the Aurora Legion has always been considered cold-blooded and ruthless, but at least there is a limit. In Africa, however, there is no bottom line.

"We can't control these things, let's complete our own tasks." Mr. Fuller patted Qin Ming's shoulder, sighed a few times and continued to walk into Oak's warehouse area. This area is composed of a street, and many things are piled up in the open air.

"I found cotton." Qin Ming was the first to find a large amount of lint, which had been roughly processed and piled up in a house. Some cotton has been damaged due to rain and humidity, but there are still many packages intact and well preserved.

"Cotton is an important export product of Angola. Those who rob it may want to sell it at a good price in the future, but unfortunately, whoever has no chance. How much cotton is there?" Mr. Fuller tried to determine the quantity, but he soon found that there were people around the house. Dozens of containers stuffed with cotton.

"This amount of cotton is enough to provide clothing for tens of thousands of people. But what is the use of so much cotton? We have no plan to develop the textile industry." Qin Ming laughed at himself. He hoped to find food and other goods, but obviously there was nothing to eat here.

"We can use this cotton to make the simplest cotton-padded clothes. Believe me, people nowadays are extremely afraid of the cold. Winter will come again, and the market for cotton-padded clothes is sure to be good." Mr. Fuller laughed.

The ensuing search found rotten bananas, rusted construction machinery, and random piles of rubber. The only thing that comes in handy right away is canned cocoa beans, which are already in very small quantities. In addition, there is some tobacco in one room.

However, when he saw the tobacco, Qin Ming immediately untied the rifle behind him and looked around vigilantly. His sudden nervousness made Mr. Fuller very uneasy, and he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

The block as an open-air warehouse is very deserted, and even the guards are unwilling to stay. Strangers are not allowed to enter here, it is gray and desolate, the mottled building walls exude a rotten atmosphere, a little grass grows on the ground, and all kinds of sundries are piled up randomly, a bleak scene.

"Someone lives here." Qin Ming pointed to the jar of tobacco. Compared with the dust that can be seen everywhere in other places, this jar is not only very clean, but there is also some soot left after smoking around it.

"Perhaps Oak's subordinates have sneaked in. Tobacco is in high demand." Mr. Fuller speculated, "These thugs are not people who follow the rules. Maybe they are the guards who guard this place."

"If it's the guards, they can take the pot away. There's no need to hide here and smoke. I think someone is secretly hiding somewhere nearby.

Come out and smoke a cigarette while letting the wind go. "Qin Ming touched his shoulder, and was about to press the walkie-talkie to call someone.

But Mr. Fuller stopped immediately: "No, no, maybe they are people who have taken refuge in the city. Maybe we can help them."

"I don't want to be a bad person, and I don't want to help strangers who I don't know well and can't tell friend from foe." Qin Ming still had to press the walkie-talkie, "At this time, it is the right choice to ask a companion to help."

But before Qin Ming put his hand on his shoulder, there was a clear and low shout from above their heads: "Boy, if you dare to move around, I will smash your head."

Now Qin Ming didn't move, but Mr. Fuller was shocked. The latter quickly looked up and saw a white girl with ponytails appearing on the stairs on the second floor of the house. He immediately raised his hand and shouted: "Don't shoot, the sound of the gun will attract the guards. And we are not malicious. "

Mr. Fuller's shout distracted the girl, so Qin Ming took advantage of the opponent's trance for a few tenths of a second to flicker, and hid behind a wall of the house with a swish.

The ponytail girl was furious immediately, and the gun was turned around to shoot. But Mr. Fuller stood still, still holding up his hands and shouting: "For God's sake, don't you all shoot. Otherwise, there will be a lot of trouble."

The girl stood still and pointed the gun at Mr. Fuller, but Qin Ming quietly slipped along the wall to the other side. But not long after, he walked back by himself, and another taller Caucasian girl aimed at him with a gun and approached slowly.

"Guys, I tell you to calm down. We are not thugs occupying this city. On the contrary, this kid belongs to a force from the United States. He is here to carry out a rescue mission. I am the survivor who was rescued by them. I can pray to God Swear I'm telling the truth."

Mr. Fuller tried his best to persuade Qin Ming to put down his gun. He can't let go, both guns are pointed at him. However, the two white girls who appeared suddenly were silent for a long time after looking at each other.

The girl with the ponytail was younger, probably the same age as Qin Ming. She asked the tall girl, "What now?"

The tall girl was about seventeen or eighteen, short, sportswear, holding a double-barreled shotgun in her hand, but she didn't reply for a long time. After a while, she said, "Tie them up and take them away."

"I advise you not to have such a plan." Qin Ming said this time, "If I disappear, my companions will definitely come to find me. They are the best fighters and tracking experts, and they are more difficult to deal with than me. Too much. I advise you to let me go."

"Hehe..." The tall girl sneered, "Cute little guy, are you threatening me?"

"I'm not threatening, I'm just stating the facts. I guess you must be hiding in a nearby basement or sewer to survive. This kind of place is not difficult to find. And you don't look like you live alone, you must have other companions .So why don't we cooperate?"

Facing the gun, Qin Ming's head turned much faster than usual. "Judging from the color of your skin, you should have been living underground for a long time. Do you still have food? Do you have medicine? Do you have a future? And I can help you, just like we help Mr. Fuller."

The two girls obviously hesitated, but the ponytailed girl observed carefully for a long time, and suddenly asked, "You are not very old, why did you come here from the United States?"

"My adoptive father asked me to exercise." Qin Ming felt that the current exercise is really exciting, and the black muzzle is not so fun.

"Your foster father's status doesn't seem to be low." The girl with ponytail snorted coldly and said, "Let this old man report back, and you stay with us as a hostage. Let your people come here again at night.

My conditions cannot be changed, otherwise I would rather shoot your talking head now, and then try to find a way to solve the subsequent troubles. "

Qin Ming pursed his lips and took deep breaths angrily. He looked at the girl with ponytails unhappily, and finally he could only nod his head and agree, "Okay."