Chapter 132: The Last Days of Merchants

Roar.

Two heavy trucks were running like wild beasts on the road.

If there was a vehicle blocking the way, they would step on the accelerator and crash it. The violent noise attracted the attention of the monsters in the distance, but they soon retreated and left...

The corpses were walking around the trucks! !

Xia Hai and the soldiers at the shelter base all showed incredible expressions.

Many ace elite soldiers were covered in wounds and paid a huge price before they hid in the city and delivered the corpse tumors to the mission site.

Look at the tyrant Yang Feng again.

He crossed his legs and looked at the scenery outside the window, driving the truck all the way without any obstruction.

What?

The corpse monster is his relative? ?

"Yeah."

Yang Feng's eyes changed slightly, and he saw a blue monster approaching at a very fast speed.

It was a blue sea pattern hunter.

Its body is streamlined, with two sharp spikes on its arms, extending backwards in the shape of a scimitar. Human eyes can only see a residual image.

"Hunter!!"

"It was this kind of monster that rushed into the team that day!!"

Xia Hai's face changed, and he knew the horror of this monster. Once in close combat, ordinary humans would have almost no room for resistance.

"All soldiers, 20 meters ahead, prepare a fire blockade."

Xia Hai's eyes were solemn, he took out the walkie-talkie and issued orders to the elite soldiers.

Those soldiers standing in the carriages and the front of the car took out their weapons and aimed at different directions to form a full-range fire blockade without blind spots.

The enemy was too fast.

Only a dense array without blind spots and a 360-degree all-round attack could ensure that the target would be hit.

However... a fog suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

The mist was everywhere.

A vague residual image flashed by.

Long Er's speed was no slower than the hunter's. The cold light of the sharp blade and the sparks of metal friction could be vaguely seen in the mist.

Ding, ding, ding.

The crisp collision sound of metal and iron came, but it only lasted for a few seconds.

The hazy mist quickly dissipated, and the hunter fell to the ground half-kneeling, but there was nothing above his neck, and light blue hot blood plasma continued to spray out.

The hunter's head was cut off! !

Killed?

A powerful hunter was killed so easily! !

Look carefully.

Next to the hunter stood a middle-aged man with a stern face, and his turbid eyes were full of murderous intent. It was Long Er.

Long Er was waiting.

It would take some time for the corpse tumor to condense.

The azure liquid and the spirit essence gathered into a small tumor. After digging it out immediately, Long Er turned into a hazy mist again and disappeared in front of everyone.

"That... is your subordinate..."

Xia Hai swallowed his saliva with a gulp.

"No."

"He is a slave."

Yang Feng shook his head and reiterated the word [slave].

No freedom.

No choice.

The tyrant's most loyal killing tool, nothing more.

Xia Hai turned his head, but he felt more and more uneasy.

The tyrant's power far exceeded Xia Hai's imagination. The more he came into contact with Yang Feng, the more he felt that this young man was unfathomable.

For example, the slave called Long Er.

Killer.

A top master who can restrain his murderous aura, making people feel that he does not exist.

Silent, usually not saying a word, just standing silently in the dark, like a lurking beast.

Exquisite killing skills, unknown and mysterious special abilities, killing people invisibly, and taking your life silently at any time.

Such an existence will definitely make high-level figures panic all day long.

How many cards does Yang Feng hold in his hand? ?

Horror.

This group of people is definitely not a group of scattered soldiers, but a group of bloodthirsty monsters who are killing crazily in the city...

Xia Hai even began to doubt that even if the super soldiers in the laboratory were cultivated, it would be difficult to defeat such a tyrannical monarch.

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A few hours later.

There was no danger along the way, and the raiding aliens were all dealt with by Long Er.

The truck drove into the sparsely populated suburbs and came to a freight transfer station.

[Tiaotiaotong Freight Center]

In order to facilitate the transportation of various resources, the shelter base cleaned up the freight center and transformed it into a transfer point.

Elite soldiers guarded it.

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers, holding guns in hand, were ready for battle.

Two layers of iron fences surrounded it, and a Vulcan heavy machine gun was mounted on the temporary sentry tower.

"We are here."

"The city's supplies and refugees will be transported to this base first, and then transported back to the shelter base."

Xia Hai explained that after leaving the city, the number of monsters has greatly decreased, and the military has cleared a national highway, so there will basically be no more danger.

"Stop."

"Stop and accept inspection!!"

The soldiers at the sentry station are cautious routine.

"It's me."

Xia Hai left the cab and led a group of ace elite soldiers to the gate of the sentry station.

"Captain Xia!!"

"You are back, and you brought back so many survivors..."

All the refugees in the two heavy trucks were released, and the total number was more than 300.

"You should pay attention."

"This is Leader Yang, an important guest of the shelter base."

"This is Mr. Long Er and a distinguished guest."

With a serious face, Xia Hai warned the guards at the outpost: "They don't need to undergo any inspection, remember?"

This is a kind of protection.

Xia Hai knew very well the consequences of offending Yang Feng.

The tyrant Yang Feng is moody, cruel and murderous. He will kill people when he is unhappy. It is possible to bloodbath the entire stronghold...

For the safety of the guards at the outpost, the best way is not to provoke Yang Feng! !

"Chief Yang, Mr. Long Er, please come in."

Natsumi made an inviting gesture, inviting him to come into the stronghold and rest.

【Infirmary】

The most important facility in the stronghold is the infirmary, which is also a place for saving lives.

When the soldiers of the search team enter the city to collect supplies, they will inevitably be injured or even life-threatening.

"For those of you who are injured, go ahead."

Natsumi said to the injured team members. Several scarred soldiers nodded, and after entering the infirmary, they were helped to fall on the hospital bed.

"Chief Yang, please come with me."

Xia Hai made another inviting gesture and led everyone to the resting place.

At this time.

Some noisy sounds in the distance attracted Yang Feng's attention.

【Trading Ground】

A large area of ​​the freight center was transformed into a large trading yard.

Many survivors are simply exchanging materials here, and some merchants are even purchasing various goods.

"It's quite lively."

Yang Feng looked at the chaotic crowd with bright eyes.

There was a trace of helplessness in Xia Hai's eyes: "Businessmen, the shelter allows them to exist and can promote the recycling of materials. Some rewards will be given appropriately."

【Trading business in the last days】

This is an industry that is rising in the apocalypse.

In the era when the old currency completely collapsed, merchants became a necessary profession. They collected and resold various materials and traveled among major shelters, bases and forces.

Look carefully.

The merchants were selling all kinds of supplies and shouting hard.

"Come and take a look, chocolate, Oreos, Crispy Corners, and all kinds of snacks!!"

"Cigarettes, cigarettes just collected from the cigarette shop!!"

"Power banks and scarce electronic products, replace each one and lose one."

"Collect the tumor on the corpse, collect the tumor on the corpse at a high price!"

Most of the supplies were stained with blood. Some people took the risk and looted the canteen, while others stuffed a large number of electronic goods into their backpacks when they fled.

"Recruit powerful mercenaries!!"

"If you are brave and not afraid of death, follow me to the outskirts of the city to collect supplies!!"

There are even more ruthless ones, recruiting soldiers directly in the trading field, hoping to enter the outskirts of the city to search and make a lot of money.

mercenary.

Once upon a time, Yang Feng in his previous life also worked as a desperate mercenary.

For a little bit of supplies, he went deep into the city to explore at the cost of his life.

Danger arises again and again.

Adventure after adventure.

Gangsters eat gangsters, stabbings in the back, teammates rebelling, monopolizing goods... I have encountered a lot of various incidents, and I have done a lot.

"The days of licking blood from the edge of a knife are a bit nostalgic."

Yang Feng muttered to himself, looking at the merchants with a hint of cruelty.

Things are changing.

Once upon a time, I had been exploited by these dog traders, and now it was time to get some of my money back.