Chapter 1290 You Have to Listen to Me when You Are 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 woman with a face full of scars had a smile on her face, but her smile made her whole 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 group 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 avoid them.

After that, she never thought about joining any group.

She would rather face terrifying zombies than face 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're 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 cars were seen, approaching 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 big and one small, were inconspicuous among the survivors, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

In the car.

"Boss, why doesn't Big Bear go with us?" A man dressed in a seductive way looked at the man in the front seat with a shrill voice.

The man in the front seat had only six fingers, five on his right hand and only one on his left hand.

"How should I know! Don't talk!" Six Fingers frowned and said coldly.

Looking at the bustling survivors outside the car, he squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Oil City.

Thinking a lot in his mind.

It seems that many people believe in the thunderstorm disaster in the Oil City Trading Market.

After all, there is no need to lie to such a big force.

And their group has been devastated in so many natural disasters.

No one has the confidence to survive this thunderstorm disaster.

People follow the crowd.

When the first person who eats crabs goes in, the people behind will follow.

The more people who go in, the more people who follow will be attracted to go in.

Thousands of transporters have posted slogans on the main roads near the oil city.

Wherever the transporters go, banners are posted and loudspeakers are used.

So much so that when there are not enough banners, they write on the wall with charcoal.

After a week, most of the survivors within two or three hundred kilometers of the oil city knew the news.

In the last car of the convoy, Heishu played with the butterfly knife in his hand, not looking at the survivors outside at all, as if only the butterfly knife in his hand could arouse his interest.

Among the survivors on both sides, some people mustered up the courage to secretly look at the convoy.

"It seems to be the Axe Gang."

"Axe Gang, I haven't heard of it."

"They actually want to go to the Oil City Trading Market to avoid natural disasters just like us. I didn't expect that such a large force would go there."

"If the sky falls, there will be tall people to support it. They all go, which means that our decision to go to the Oil City Trading Market is right!"

"Makes sense!"

With the Oil City as the center, teams of survivors are coming from all directions.

At this moment, two lines stretching for thousands of meters were formed outside the gate of the trading market.

One channel is specially for survivors with transportation, and the other is for people walking.

In this doomsday, there are all kinds of transportation, including trucks, pickup trucks, motorcycles, carts, bicycles, and even homemade wheelbarrows.

In order not to affect the entry and exit of transportation personnel, another channel was specially divided for their own use in the oil city.

Thanks to the huge gate of the oil city, three lines can be run in parallel at the same time.

In addition, due to the surge in the number of survivors in the past few days.

The guards at the gate, who were only a dozen people before, were obviously not enough.

So under the order of Ju Tianrui, hundreds of people were recruited at once.

Including maintaining the order of the team, checking the people entering the city, and some are specially on guard to prevent someone in the crowd from suddenly attacking.

It is because they are afraid that they will create chaos in the city.

There is no need to worry after entering.

Because everyone entering the city must hand in their weapons, these people without weapons are like fish on a chopping board in the hands of Zhou Tian and other fighters who have guns.

Gu Long, Changsheng, Zhou Tian, ​​Liu Jinglue and others are watching here.

Outside the trading market, Dai Jiusheng and He Feng are maintaining order on both sides of the queue to enter the city.

"You, you, that's you!" Dai Jiusheng pointed at a man in the queue and shouted.

The man who cut in line, with a goatee and black-framed glasses, looked a little wretched.

"Leader, you called me?" The wretched man pointed at himself and looked at Dai Jiusheng in confusion.

He was very uneasy.

"Yes, who told you to cut in line, go back and line up again!" Dai Jiusheng scolded.

The wretched man argued: "I didn't, if you don't believe me, ask the person behind me."

"Get lost!" Dai Jiusheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

He just saw this man cutting in line, cutting in line in front of the mother and daughter, which was clearly bullying them.

Because he had a child, he was more concerned when he saw the little girl, and had been looking at this side just now.

This wretched man wanted to quibble, which made him lose his patience.

Seeing Dai Jiusheng raise his gun, his eyes were full of warnings.

The wretched man looked embarrassed and hurried away.

Such a long line, how long will it take to queue up.

Dai Jiusheng looked at the mother and daughter, and after seeing the ugly scar on the woman's face, he sighed slightly in his heart and was about to leave without saying a word.

But at this time, a crisp 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 black and white eyes made people feel sympathy after seeing them.

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 city.

Four or five inspection channels have been opened, and each channel is separated by fences.

In these fences, there are people standing in line waiting for detailed inspection.

There is a fence where vehicles are driving.

When it is your turn to pass the gate, you have to get out of the car and undergo a comprehensive inspection.

"Boss, we are required to hand over all the weapons. Without axes, our Axe Gang will not be able to..."

Six Fingers carefully observed the scene in the city wall and ignored the driver's words.

The wall of the city wall was not high. It was less than ten meters, but there were more than a dozen fully armed men with guns in their hands, and two of them were pointing heavy machine guns at the bottom.

In addition, there were at least twenty guards watching them in the city wall.

Including the guards at the gate, all the guards added up to more than seventy people.

There were also dozens of inspectors, registration personnel, and weapons management personnel.

There were more than a hundred people in the city wall alone.

This level of martial law made it impossible for people to resist.

A gate appeared in front of the vehicle, and the gate behind the car also closed.

Creaky--

The driver stopped the car.

Gu Long said to the people in the car:

"Get out of the car for inspection! Get out of the car!"

Six Fingers got out of the car without saying a word, and other men got out with him.

Several inspectors boarded the car to check if there were any dangerous items.

"Here is your number, 18971." An inspector handed a number plate to Liuzhi.

"Pay attention to the back, hand over all the weapons on your body to avoid wasting time." Gu Long said to the people behind.

"Come on! Stretch out your hands."

"Turn around!"

"Lift your feet!"

Beep beep beep--

The scanner scanned Liuzhi's shoes and honked.

"What's in your shoes?" the inspector asked Liuzhi.

Liuzhi looked very calm, and slowly pulled out a dagger from the inside of his boots.

He handed it to the inspector.

The inspector glanced at him, but didn't say much, just hand it over.

Then, he checked the things Liuzhi handed over,

"A gun, two magazines, two daggers, and an axe. 18971, confirm these items."

Liuzhi nodded and said, "Confirm."

The inspector packed these things together and put a 18971 sign on them.

Then he said to Liu Zhi:

"When you leave the city, come here with your number plate to collect your weapons."

"Next."

Liu Zhi walked to Liu Jinglue with his number plate.

"Name?"

"Han Tianji."

"Are you in a group? What's the name of the group? What's your position?"

"Yes, Axe Gang, leader."

Hearing the word "leader", Liu Jinglue looked up at him.

"How many people are there in the group?"

"194 people."

On the other side.

"What's going on?" Gu Long came over with a frown.

The inspector pointed at Hei Shou and said:

"He doesn't want to hand over the butterfly knife in his hand."

Gu Long stared at Hei Shou with a warning look in his eyes.

"According to the rules of the trading market, you can only enter if you hand in your weapons. If you don't hand them in, you can only leave."

He has said it very politely.

Hei Shou held the butterfly knife tightly in his hand. He was sure that he could insert the butterfly knife into the neck of the man in front of him within a second.

But he was not sure that he could avoid the bullets of the guards on the wall of the city.

Besides, several guards around him had already focused their attention.

No matter how awesome he is, he can't dodge bullets.

"Hand it in or not!" Gu Long said impatiently.

Damn it. There are so many people queuing up behind.

It's been packed these days, with people coming in from 7am to 6pm.

Under continuous operation, the repetitive work made them lose patience.

Black Hand's eyes were cold, but he still handed over the butterfly knife in his hand.

"Turn around and search." Gu Long squinted at him.

Black Hand could only turn around and accept the inspection.

The inspector fumbled around and found no weapons or dangerous items.

"Next." Gu Long ignored him and shouted to the back.

In the oil city, even if you are a dragon, you have to lie down.

There is no other reason, just one, strength!

The camphor tree base has been accumulated for so many years, once it is open to the public.

For the survivors outside, it is the king bomb level!

(Seeking monthly tickets) (End of this chapter)