Chapter 305 Safe City

November 30th at 6:30 pm.

Outside the safe city.

A truck roared and drove towards the gate of the safe city.

At the gate of the safe city, there are some guardrails, which are sharpened wood and face outward.

And behind these barbed guardrails, there is a gate. There are many guardrails, almost three layers from far to near, leaving only a gap in the middle.

Such an arrangement is also to avoid zombies from attacking, so that the personnel guarding the gate can have enough time to evacuate and return to the back of the gate.

At the gate of the safe city, Mr. Wang stopped the car and walked out of the car.

The captain on duty looked at Mr. Wang, a little strange.

"First time here?"

"Hello, Brother Tao, this is my little gift." Mr. Wang took out two packs of unopened cigarettes from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of the man in front of him.

Brother Tao raised his eyebrows. He was sure that he had never seen this person before, but now this person knew his last name.

"How do you know me?"

"Hey, look at what you said, your brother Tao is known to most people outside. Everyone says that you are a good person here, taking care of the brothers. Many people can come here because of you."

Mr. Wang said a lot of good things as if he didn't need any money. He poured them out directly. Mr. Wang is also a man who can bend and stretch. He used to be a boss, but now he is humble and does things as a subordinate. There is nothing unnatural about it.

His face is full of bright smiles, which makes it difficult for people to have a good impression.

Everyone likes to be praised, let alone the little boss on duty at the gate.

To put it bluntly, this is the head of the watchdog. Although this position is a very jealous position with enough oil and water, he can come here to take this position because of his relationship, otherwise it would not be his turn.

But, in the final analysis, this is just a doorman.

At this time, hearing Mr. Wang praise him so much, he felt very comfortable in his heart.

"What's your name?" Captain Tao asked. Under Mr. Wang's flattery, he couldn't help but stand up a little, with a slightly pretentious tone.

"Just call me Xiao Wang." Mr. Wang kept his body slightly bent, and now raised his head to answer.

"Xiao Wang, right? Well, I think you are quite congenial, but the safe city has its own rules, you know this, so you still have to follow the rules to pay what you should pay."

"I know."

Captain Tao saw that Xiao Wang was so sensible, so he said with satisfaction: "I like obedient people like you, okay."

Turning his head, he said to the two people next to him: "This person, just take half of his supplies."

"Okay, Brother Tao."

"Okay."

The back door of the truck was opened, and the person who collected the supplies opened the door and saw that there was half a truck of supplies inside. For a moment, he was stunned.

In these days, this person brought the most things.

However, the captain had already said that they would only take half, so they did not dare to be too presumptuous, and they would only take three-fifths at most, and the current ratio was already extremely high, and no more could be taken.

Because too much was taken from it, it exceeded the survivors' tolerance, and no survivors were willing to come in later, which was equivalent to killing the chicken to get the eggs.

Several people moved the things in the car out, one or two boxes of food, especially some precious whole packs of cigarettes, which were hard currency in the end times.

After a while, they finally sorted out the things, and Mr. Wang went back to the car to check and probably took half of it.

Then he went up to thank Brother Tao, got in the car and left the gate.

This safe city is also a strange one. You will not be checked when you enter the city. No matter if you are new or have lived there all the time, as long as you pay for food or supplies, you can enter.

But once you enter, you can only be protected, protecting you from being robbed, and from being harmed by people or zombies.

There is nothing else, and you will not be given supplies, and no one will care if you starve to death.

This safe city is like a team that collects protection fees. If you pay a certain amount of protection fees to him, he will protect your safety. However, this protection fee is not money, but food!

The apocalypse has been going on for a year, and many of the previous supplies have been consumed. The survivors are like locusts, plundering the buildings before the apocalypse one round after another.

After experiencing the previous hot and dry weather, many stored foods became moldy and smelly before people found them.

The current food problem has become the biggest survival problem for the survivors besides zombies.

Mr. Wang drove the vehicle, holding a note that Captain Tao had just handed him, which read Area C, Building 19, 2nd Floor, and a bunch of keys.

Passing through a place with lights, this area looks quite luxurious. Continue driving, the lights are getting less and less, and when you reach Area C, there are basically no lights around.

Mr. Wang looked behind, and it seemed that there were several more areas behind.

Park the car on the side of the road and get out.

Bang!

Mr. Wang closed the car door and looked around. This place is a bit cold.

He tightened his clothes and felt a little tired. He hadn't slept well these days and was very sleepy.

The flashlight shone on the wall.

Building 19.

Just as he was about to walk upstairs, some lights suddenly flashed on the right, and there were four or five figures.

Mr. Wang's heart tightened. Could they be here to cause trouble? Didn't they say that as long as they paid the protection fee at the gate, they would be protected after entering?

Just as he was guessing, these people came over, and the middle-aged man in the lead shone a flashlight on Mr. Wang's face, and a magnetic and low voice came:

"New here?"

Mr. Wang was a little dazzled by the flashlight, but when he saw the person opposite him, he seemed to have no malice, so he replied: "Yes, I just came here."

"We are from the patrol team, maintaining internal security. Well, I'll give you a whistle. If you have any trouble, you can call us at any time." The middle-aged man threw a small whistle over.

Mr. Wang quickly took it, a small green plastic whistle. This thing is very common.

But aren't they afraid of blowing this, which will attract zombies?

Forget it, no matter, since they have given such a thing, at least it can represent that their internal security may be really good.

"Okay, thank you."

"Well, let's go."

Mr. Wang watched them leave. In the dark night, these people gave Mr. Wang a unique feeling.

He suddenly understood why some people always wanted to come in. Although the protection fee charged by the safe city was expensive, it seemed that they were really protecting with all their heart.

Shaking his head, without thinking any more, Mr. Wang began to move his things upstairs.