Chapter 1488 The wasteland market where the doomsday goes crazy
"The patrol is here!"
"There's a good show to watch!"
Everyone in Building No. 29 ran from their rooms to the hallway.
These people are watching the fun and don't think it's a big deal.
Li Zhengping, riding a small electric donkey branded by Da Zhangshu Jiji, suddenly braked and stopped outside Building 29.
He raised the tripod and placed his hands on the gun belt tied to his waist, just above the two pistols.
Behind him, a dozen patrol members who also rode down on electric donkeys also got off the small electric donkeys.
Li Zhengping walked in front. He was only 21 years old and had a beard that he didn't want to cut off.
He strode up to the shirtless gambling dog, opened his eyes and opened his jaw, and Ling Ran asked:
"Is this the alarm you sounded? What's the matter?"
Behind him, more than a dozen people focused their attention on Gambling Dog. This momentum and the battle were domineering and mighty.
The gambling dog was obviously frightened by Li Zhengping's force and swallowed nervously.
He pointed upstairs and shouted aggrievedly:
"Sir, you have to make the decision for me!"
Li Zhengping raised his eyebrows and said, "Damn it, please speak up."
What about singing?
"Um...Sir, I was laying steel bars at the construction site today. The weather was very hot today, and I was covered in red spots from the sun. I didn't even take a break, so I just thought about how I could contribute to our trading market and make more products.
contribution...
After a busy day, all my sweat and efforts were finally replaced by corn tortillas. I originally thought that I could taste them when I returned to my residence, so that I would have the strength to continue to contribute to our trading market tomorrow, but! But! But!
When I sat down, the newcomer next to me complained that I smelled bad, and I was too lazy to answer him. When I was about to put the fragrant tortilla in my mouth, the newcomer snatched it away.
It didn’t matter if he took it away, but he didn’t want to give it back to me when I asked him to, so he just ate it in two or three mouthfuls.
That was the reward for my day’s hard work, and now it’s all gone…”
He spoke very fast, talking a lot in one breath, and even Li Zhengping had no time to stop him.
"Stop!" Li Zhengping shouted suddenly.
There is so much nonsense. If this were placed before the end of the world, he would definitely be suitable for writing novels. He is very capable!
Li Zhengping asked angrily: "Has your food been robbed?"
"Ah! Yes, that's pretty much what it means."
Li Zhengping rolled his eyes, tell me a bunch of things that can be explained clearly in one sentence?
"What you said is very good, don't say it again next time."
Li Zhengping adjusted his agitated mood and pointed inside.
"Lead the way to him."
"Yes, sir, I'm really angry. There are still people in our trading market who dare to..." Betting Dog is a talkative person, and he didn't forget to continue to complain even as he walked in front.
"Shut up! If you talk again, I'll deal with you too!" Li Zhengping's irritable mood, which he had finally calmed down, was aroused again.
"Oh." Gambling Dog looked a little aggrieved and led Li Zhengping and others up.
The staircase corridor was full of people, but when they saw the patrol coming, they all got out of the way.
The people in this patrol were very vicious in their minds, and every time they arrived, someone would die.
soon.
They arrived at room 4 on the second floor.
There was a row of people standing in the aisle, and it was extremely crowded.
But even so, when Li Zhengping and others arrived, they still made a lot of space.
Lin Zhongzheng and Song Tianyi stood in the crowd, making it clear that they did not want to get involved in Zhou Chuan's affairs.
Zhou Chuan sat on the ground and was a little surprised when he saw Li Zhengping and others appearing.
He didn't expect that the managers of the trading market would care about such things.
"Sir, that's him." Gambling Dog pointed at Zhou Chuan and said.
He looked like a dog relying on human power.
Zhou Chuan still doesn't know what he will face next. For him, isn't it just stealing someone's food? At most, he will be reprimanded. If he still wants to be held accountable, the worst he can do is ask Uncle Lin to help him return it.
He won't get it.
This was the first time that Li Zhengping saw someone so calm after committing a crime.
"Did you steal his food?"
"Who asked him to show off in front of me?" Zhou Chuan raised his eyebrows and said.
Gambling Dog quickly stood up, "I didn't, I just took out the food and wanted to eat it normally."
Li Zhengping looked at the other people in the room and pointed at someone casually.
"Tell me, what happened?"
The person who was pointed out explained the situation in a few words.
Li Zhengping nodded and pointed to the other two people: "Is what he said true?"
"Really." Lao Pao and the other person nodded.
Li Zhengping took a deep breath and was a little curious about this man with no fear on his face.
"Don't you know the rules in the trading market? You are not allowed to steal other people's belongings, including food."
Zhou Chuan scratched his arm and said, "I'm hungry, there's nothing I can do."
"Then do you know the consequences of violating the regulations?" Li Zhengping's tone slowly turned cold.
For being so arrogant in the trading market, this man must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!
Zhou Chuan said with some indifference:
"Oh, isn't it just two corn cakes? If you really want to kill me, can't I just ask Uncle Lin to return it to him?"
With that said, he stood up, walked towards the door, and shouted to the crowd: "Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, help me..."
Among the crowd in the aisle, Lin Zhongzheng took a few steps back from the crowd. He didn't want to show up.
He would be in trouble if someone from the patrol team spotted him.
Zhou Chuan is looking for death this time, and he has no choice.
After coming out of the bunker, he was able to take care of Zhou Chuan.
He took care of Zhou Chuan or looked at Zhou Chuan's father's face, and he had done his best to be kind and righteous.
"Uncle Lin!"
"Uncle Lin!"
Zhou Chuan shouted louder and louder, and he was about to bypass Li Zhengping and walk towards the crowd.
Li Zhengping became even more angry at his attitude of ignoring him.
In addition, the gambling dog kept nagging in my ears just now, which made me feel a little irritable.
You scolded me!
At the door, he stretched out his hand to stop Zhou Chuan who was about to walk out.
Zhou Chuan looked at Li Zhengping, "Why are you stopping me? Isn't it just two corn cakes?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Are two tortillas worth all the effort? You are so poor."
"Get out of the way, why don't I give it back to him?"
Li Zhengping laughed angrily, did he care about those two corn cakes?
What he cares about are regulations. Regulations cannot be violated. Violation of regulations will result in death!
She pulled his chest with her left hand and pulled him directly to the railing of the aisle.
He drew his gun and put it on Zhou Chuan's head.
He just wanted to shoot, but there were too many people in the room, so it would be easy to injure others if he fired.
It would be more convenient to pull him to the aisle and face the outside.
The onlookers on both sides quickly moved back. The gun was pointing in a different direction from them, but it still frightened them.
Some newcomers sighed in a low voice: "I've heard that the people in the patrol team are very efficient, but I didn't expect them to be so efficient!"
Lin Zhongzheng watched Zhou Chuan being pressed against the fence, his heart pounding, and he thought to himself: Fortunately, he didn't run out just now.
Zhou Chuan struggled hard, but his hands were controlled by two other patrol members.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? You don't really want to kill me, do you? I'm telling you..."
Li Zhengping shouted in a low voice:
"Violate the regulations and die!"
Bang!
The bullet pierced Zhou Chuan's head.
Zhou Chuan, die!
"Carry his body down and hang it on a street lamp. Write down what regulations he violated to warn everyone." Li Zhengping waved his hand and asked several of his men to carry the body away.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.
Looking at the crowd, "Who is Uncle Lin he just called? Stand up!"
Among the crowd, Lin Zhongzheng's hands were covered with sweat and he did not dare to come out.
When Li Zhengping saw no one stood up, he frowned and said again:
"My patience is limited. Don't let me find it myself. I'll just ask you a few questions."
Song Tianyi, who was next to Lin Zhongzheng, pushed him and said in a low voice: "You can't hide, go over. Besides, I asked you a few questions. Just tell him that you don't know him well."
Hearing this, Lin Zhongzheng gritted his teeth and walked out of the crowd.
Li Zhengping looked at him and saw that Lin Zhongzheng and Zhou Chuan, who had just been killed by him, had one characteristic, that is, their skin was whiter.
It stands to reason that people who have experienced the apocalypse for so long will have rough and weathered skin.
But these two people seemed like people who had stayed underground without seeing the light of day for a long time.
"Is that your person?" Li Zhengping asked.
"No, no, sir, we just know each other, it doesn't matter." Lin Zhongzheng waved his hand quickly.
Li Zhengping raised his eyebrows and said softly:
"Don't worry, his violation is his business and will not involve you."
Then he continued to ask: "Where did you come from? Why is your skin so white?"
After Lin Zhongzheng heard Li Zhengping say that they would not be held accountable, he breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
"We came from the Lanxi bunker in Fujian Province. We had been staying in the bunker and rarely came out, so... we didn't understand many things outside."
Li Zhengping suddenly realized that no wonder the man was so arrogant just now. It turned out that he had just come out of the bunker.
This is just like some college students in the pre-apocalyptic world who were ambitious before they came out of society, but became honest after being beaten down by society after leaving society.
That Zhou Zhuan obviously has not been beaten by the cruelty of the apocalypse.
But there is no chance now, only in the next life.
Li Zhengping nodded and said:
"Oh, as long as you don't violate the regulations in the trading market, no one will come to trouble you."
"We welcome survivors from anywhere. As long as you come in, we will protect your personal safety and material safety."
"Don't worry about this."
Hearing this, Lin Zhongzheng quickly nodded his thanks and said:
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. We will strictly abide by the regulations in the trading market."
When Li Zhengping saw that the matter had been resolved, he led the people downstairs.
People in the aisle saw that the fun was over and left in twos and threes.
When leaving, some people were talking to people like Lin Zhongzheng.
"This group of people don't know whether they are lucky or unlucky. They don't understand anything and have no means of survival. They don't know what to do in the future..."
"Haha! Of course I am lucky. I have not experienced any natural disasters in the past few years, and I am still alive now. At least I have lived a good life in the past few years."
"You can't say that. Were there wall-climbing zombies in the past few years? It's much more difficult to survive now than in previous years, not to mention they have no experience at all."
...
When everyone dispersed, Lin Zhongzheng returned to Song Tianyi.
"Old Song, this matter should be in the past. Please tell the people in the team later that you must strictly abide by the regulations, or you will die!"
Song Tian's eyes flashed and he echoed: "I know, I thought they were just writing a warning, but I didn't expect that things here would be so ruthless and leave no room for mercy."
Lin Zhongzheng said with a sigh: "This is the real apocalypse, we were too stable in the past few years."
But this kind of apocalypse makes them very unaccustomed.
The other side.
After Li Zhengping collected his team, he went to the streetlight to take a look.
I saw the body hanging on the street lamp, blood dripping all over the floor, and there was a sign hanging under the street lamp.
It says what regulations the person violated.
Many survivors gathered around and pointed at the corpse.
A few more hours passed, and the time came to twelve o'clock in the evening.
When Chen Er came to take over, he rode a small electric donkey to the oil city.
He was riding a small electric donkey on the main road and suddenly smelled the aroma of barbecue in the air.
Gulu!
My stomach is ringing.
After a busy day, on the way back to my residence on the electric donkey, I smelled the aroma of barbecue. What does it mean?
He turned right, exiting the business district.
Walking through the business district, he looked at everything in front of him.
The evening breeze is gentle.
Under the iron roof, the flames of the barbecue stall danced, and the crackle of the charcoal fire and the aroma of meat filled the air, teasing the taste buds of the survivors.
Amidst the smoke, the stall owner waved his long tongs and flipped the sizzling pieces of meat on the skewers. Oil droplets fell into the fire, causing a brief spark.
The heavy industrial-style signboard creaked, and the half-suspended iron sheets were swayed by the wind, making a faint sound of metal collision.
The neon tube lights up and down, emitting colorful light that contrasts sharply with the surrounding darkness.
The JNs were scantily clad, with flattering smiles on their faces. Their eyes revealed the tenacity and helplessness of survival. They shuttled among the crowd, using their bodies as the currency of exchange.
Some JNs even stood on the side of the road, wearing "clothes" made of plastic sheets that reflected the light under the light, making them colorful.
It looks inexplicably fashionable, much more interesting than a pre-apocalyptic fashion show.
The air was filled with a harsh and rough atmosphere, and the sounds of people's conversations, laughter, and bargaining intertwined together to form an apocalyptic symphony.
In this chaotic and vibrant night market, every life is struggling desperately for survival, and their faces are full of uncertainty about the future and madness.
Carpe Diem.
Live in the moment.
These two words are perfect for them.
Apocalyptic carnival!
The world has collapsed, where is the plan? Plans have no meaning.
No one knows whether they can survive until tomorrow, and they have no goals.
They were struck down by reality, and they understood that as long as they were happy, they just needed to be happy in the moment.
Therefore, under the pressure of reality and various complex emotions, the night trading market business district became their only outlet.
There was madness and indulgence on their faces, and some even exchanged their hard-earned points for half a bottle of wine, drinking until they were drunk.
Drinks made from industrial alcohol are bad for your health if you drink too much, but they don't care.
Life is not important, what is important is to let them forget the pain, forget the reality, and gain happiness, even for a short night.
Maybe one day, dying drunk at the intersection in the business district would be a good ending for them.
But most survivors can't even afford a bottle of wine.
The business district is noisy and the transaction volume has increased significantly recently.
in.
Bars, brothels, and barbecue stalls are the busiest places.
In fact, an underground competition has emerged in the trading market in the past two days.
The contractor was from the Ax Gang, but he was banned just one day after opening.
Because the arena matches they hold can really kill people, and the fight shouldn't happen in the trading market.
However, it has not been completely blocked. Now Lao Huang and the others are still studying whether to set up such an underground arena. In fact, there are advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that it can relieve the pressure of these people in the trading market and also make profits from it.
The downside is that people will really die.
I don’t know why, but Li Zhengping particularly likes this kind of atmosphere.
It's exciting and lively, a little bumpy, a little crazy. No one here cares how much money you make in a month, or whether you have a house or a car. No one cares how tall you are, whether you have a good figure, or whether you have a good body shape or not.
Looks.
Just a transaction.
Give points to exchange for what you want.
Li Zhengping didn't look sideways and ignored the women standing on the streets on both sides trying to solicit him.
Uncle San said that if he plays in Tingfeng Tower, he will be asked to return to the headquarters base.
He didn't dare.
After luxuriously ordering ten skewers at the barbecue stall,
Ten skewers, for the stall owner, that is the biggest customer today.
When he saw it was Li Zhengping and the green patrol uniform he was wearing.
He was extremely confused and said: "Sir, I'll give it to you for free."
Li Zhengping frowned and waved his hand,
"What are you talking about, you want to induce me to make a mistake?
Hurry up and bring the credit card machine over here, we won’t take any of the survivors’ needles! We have rules!”
Xie Dongming smiled with a smile on his face and said flatteringly: "Yes, yes, you are saying that our trading market is becoming more and more prosperous because of your maintenance."
"I don't charge points for this kebab. It's not worth a few points if I give it to you, sir."
Having said that, one skewer is worth 0.3 points, and 10 skewers is worth 3 points.
This is quite a lot, one point can be exchanged for one pound of food.
That's three kilograms of grain.
Li Zhengping said quickly: "Hurry up and brush up my points."
Xie Dongming had no choice but to swipe his card in a hurry. When he saw the balance of points, his jaw almost dropped. It was the first time he saw so many digits of points.
Seeing the balance on the note, Li Zhengping collected it.
He rode a small electric donkey with one hand and the riding speed was very slow. He picked up the skewers while riding back to the oil city.
On the main road in the business district, many survivors looked at the handful of strings in his hand with envy.
luxury!
What a luxury!
How can this person be able to afford so many skewers!
Ten skewers of wild boar meat on a skewer. This kind of wild boar meat is very chewy, and after all, it costs 0.3 points per skewer, which is quite a lot of meat.
Li Zhengping passed by in a hurry, leaving a scent in the air.
Leaving...the envy and drool of many people.
"Damn, what a luxury!"
"Yes, give me ten skewers of barbecue, plus a bottle of white wine and five corn tortillas. I'm willing to trade one year of my life for them."
"Look at your useless look... I'm willing to use it for five years!"
