Chapter 104: Gathering Point No. 9, Old Air-Raid Shelter, Meeting Old Friends Again

slave.

In the dark apocalypse, all order is broken.

Strong.

Weak.

The cooperative relationship that once existed in the civilized world is no longer the only relationship left that is purely exploitative, and slavery is the most direct way.

The strong began to realize...even if they killed someone, there would be no punishment, and all the weak must obey their orders.

Pig raising has begun! !

All the weak have become slaves.

All the weak have become piglets.

They began to serve the same master, competing for various supplies, plundering a large number of corpse tumors, and providing beautiful women to be delivered to the bed...

This situation will become more and more common in the last days.

"interesting."

Yang Feng picked up another submachine gun from the ground and handed it to Long Er beside him.

Click click click.

Long Er knew a lot about firearms. He disassembled the submachine gun in his hand into parts and carefully observed the internal structure.

"Rough, rough."

He gave it a low rating.

These weapons are very crude and do not come from regular military factories. They are more like inferior and imitated products.

"Why do you have a gun?" Yang Feng spoke softly, helped Jiang Lin up, and asked with a smile.

"Camp."

"They have machines in the camp."

"Those machines can make guns and bullets, and the men have been given one..."

Jiang Lin explained, and in a state of extreme panic, he immediately revealed all the secrets in the camp.

firearms.

ammunition.

And machines that can produce weapons?

"Are you from rescue point 9?"

Yang Feng opened the map and studied it carefully.

Rescue point No. 9 has a very special geographical location, located near an old air raid shelter.

When the apocalypse comes, air raid shelters have also become natural defenses, which can not only stop carrion monsters, but also provide shelter from wind and rain to resist various disasters.

Obviously.

This is a good base.

"yes."

"We have been hiding in the air-raid shelter since the disaster broke out."

Jiang Lin lowered his head, clenching his hands and shaking: "The people in the air-raid shelter were waiting for rescue, but they didn't come..."

Rescue point 9.

The military's rescue operation was only half successful, and rescue point No. 9 happened to be the first place to be abandoned.

Deeper despair.

Give hope first. These refugees hold on to their last wish to survive and are waiting hard for military rescue.

Adding to despair, the rescue failed, Gathering Point No. 9 was abandoned, and people could only return to the air-raid shelter to survive.

"Chase Cloud Warehouse."

"This should be where Mo Jianfeng stores weapon molds."

Yang Feng once drew several red key marks on the map, one of which was the Datong Cloud Warehouse that stores a large amount of building materials.

The big boss Mo Jianfeng who died in the apartment once negotiated a big deal with the mercenary Ding Sha, and those precious materials were hidden in a warehouse not far from the air raid shelter.

Smuggled weapons molds.

3D metal printer, gunpowder used for blasting.

"It seems... someone got a bargain."

Yang Feng immediately understood that the crudely made submachine gun weapons should be made from these equipment molds.

Everyone in the Blood Hunt looked at each other.

Both of them showed knowing smiles. Since the leader Yang Feng is interested, the outcome is doomed.

"Jiang Lin."

"Let's talk about your master." Yang Feng finally asked. Although his strength is enough to arrogant among the heroes, only by knowing one's enemies and knowing one's friends can one be invincible in every battle.

"Jiang Xu...he is scary."

"He is the master of all survivors and must obey his orders or be burned alive."

Jiang Lin said tremblingly, recalling the man named Jiang Xu, his eyes filled with fear.

"Burn to death?"

Su Manman asked from the side, why must he be burned to death?

"He is not an ordinary person!!"

"Jiang Xu has special powers and can burst into flames all over his body."

"Those who disobeyed him were burned to death, those who tried to escape were burned to death, and those who rebelled against him were burned to ashes."

"There were many people who wanted to escape, but I watched helplessly as they were eaten by monsters..."

Jiang Lin has some stories.

He tried to escape but failed.

Some of the companions who mustered up the courage were attacked by a group of monsters before they could escape much distance, and powerful alien species tore them apart.

Ordinary people simply cannot survive in the apocalypse.

They can only huddle together for warmth, and only their collective strength can barely fight against the monsters.

"Then you're lucky."

"The escape was not discovered."

Yang Feng patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder. The young man was lucky that he was not burned to ashes.

Everyone in the Blood Hunt also cast a look of pity.

They can understand Jiang Lin's situation.

After all, the members of Blood Hunt also have a tyrant demon king beside them, and they believe that... no one will be more tyrannical than Yang Feng.

"I'm getting more and more interested."

"Everyone, please move quickly."

"Get a heavy truck, load it with supplies, and head to our new stronghold!!"

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel and murderous smile, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

New stronghold.

Obviously... Yang Feng has regarded the No. 9 rescue point as his own! !

soon.

Everyone found another heavy-duty truck near the Wal-Mart supermarket.

A large amount of supplies filled it to the brim, with a total weight of more than 30 tons, including more than 10 tons of rice and flour, as well as various vacuum-packed ingredients.

"Jiang Lin, come and show the way."

"Let's go meet the pig farmer named Jiang Xu for a while."

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Old bomb shelter.

An old abandoned railway track, covered with mottled rust, passes through layers of weeds and leads to a deep and damp tunnel.

Rescue point.

This is rescue point 9.

The survivors and refugees gathered here, numbering between five and six hundred people.

Their living conditions are difficult. Most of them lie near damp corners, suffering from various insect bites. They are hungry and look haggard. They also emit foul body odor if they haven't bathed for a long time.

Those with better conditions used cloth strips and sheets to set up a simple small tent, which can be regarded as a home to shelter from wind and rain.

Except for ordinary people.

There are also a large number of soldiers patrolling nearby with guns in hand.

In front of the air-raid shelter, a large number of roadblocks, iron nails, and thorn nets covered the ground to prevent sneak attacks by monsters and beasts.

Several rough wooden sentry towers were also built.

There are people on the guard tower monitoring the surrounding situation. In addition to defending against enemies, they can also prevent any refugees from escaping...

Buzz buzz buzz.

The heavy-duty truck made a buzzing sound and arrived near the air-raid shelter, carrying dozens of tons of supplies.

"Coming!"

"The supplies are coming!"

"Come and look, there's a lot of food, we're all saved, woo woo woo..."

The refugees looked from a distance with excited expressions, and looked at the trucks full of rice, flour, and massive amounts of other food, with longing eyes.

"Yo."

"Not bad."

"You guys are really hardworking. If you dare to drive back, aren't you afraid of monsters..."

The soldiers guarding the front checkpoint came closer to check with their guns in hand, chatting and laughing.

wrong! !

Something's wrong!

The people in the car were all strangers they had never seen before, and there was also a huge spider monster.

"Don't move."

"Come quickly, there's a situation here."

The soldiers guarding the checkpoint shouted loudly for support. Dozens of men with guns rushed over and surrounded the large truck.

"Why are you panicking?"

"What a fuss."

"With us here, no one dares to act wild."

Among the crowd, an arrogant man stood out.

He was fully armed, holding a submachine gun in his hand, and his tactical belt was full of magazines. His expression was cold and calm.

Behind this man, there are several evolvers.

They have different abilities, some are strong and mighty, and some are covered in scales, possessing powerful strength beyond ordinary people.

"Boss Xu Qing!!"

The surrounding soldiers quickly made way for them.

These few evolvers who have just joined the camp are existences they cannot afford to offend.

"Everyone in the car, please get out."

Xu Qing raised his submachine gun and pulled the trigger toward the sky. The sound of the gunshot echoed in the open space, threatening everyone in the cargo truck.

Click.

A door opens.

Yang Feng slowly walked out of the heavy truck.

He looked at the defecting Xu Qing in front of him and showed a faint smile, full of teasing and ridicule.

"What a coincidence."

"Xu Qing, you're fine."