The sun is like a meteorite with residual blood, slowly falling towards the horizon, and the afterglow casts a thick shadow on the high walls of the apocalyptic city.
The trading market wall looks even more majestic and lonely under the setting sun.
Outside the wall, the black asphalt ground has been cracked by the sun and has countless slender lines, like wrinkles on the earth, which have carried too much weight and years.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, groups of survivors trotted towards the gate of the trading market.
Among the crowd, there was a small team running at a slightly slower speed. One of them seemed to have been injured outside and had a lame leg. There were team members on his left and right helping him.
The man whose leg was injured was not carrying anything on his back, nor was the team member who was supporting him.
All the belongings of the three of them were carried by the other four.
They had already run onto the black asphalt road, less than 800 meters away from the gate of the trading market.
The leader, a muscular man, looked at the gate of the trading market not far away, and while trotting, he asked a man behind him: "Nandou, what time is it?"
Nandou looked at his watch and discovered that the dial of the watch had broken into pieces and the hands on it no longer moved.
He smiled wryly, raised his head, looked at the muscular man and replied:
"Huh——, Brother Sha, the watch is broken. Maybe... when we came out of the crematorium just now, we ran away from the zombies too fast and it was damaged."
Brother Sha frowned when he heard this and sighed:
"We can't do it without a watch. We can't grasp the time well. We might not be able to rush back to the trading market in time. We have to think of a way to get one in the trading market."
Perhaps it was because they had arrived outside the trading market and there were more and more people around them. The pace of those around them was not too fast, which made them feel more relieved.
Although they don't know the time, others definitely know the time. Since no one is in a hurry, this means that there is still some time before the trading market closes.
Nandou slowed down and said to Brother Sha:
"Shop No. 34 in the trading market commercial area is a grocery store. There seems to be mechanical watches for sale there."
"How many points?" Brother Sha asked.
Nandou quickly replied:
"The cheapest one costs 2 points, and the most expensive one I saw costs 20 points."
Brother Sha weighed the things in the package on his back.
"I'll go to the crematorium tomorrow and dismantle the generator. I should be able to exchange a lot of points for that generator."
It's the sixth year of the end of the world, and most of the places with abundant supplies have already been searched.
Such as food factories, supermarkets, residential buildings... basically all have been searched.
Only places like hospitals and schools have relatively few people going there. The density of zombies gathering in such places is high, and there are many zombies hiding inside.
Moreover, places like hospitals are particularly spooky, and mutated zombies such as wall-climbing zombies especially like to stay in it. Therefore, survivors who are not strong enough usually do not dare to take the risk of breaking into such a place.
On the contrary, in places like crematoriums, which have no value, very few humans set foot to search.
Although there is indeed nothing valuable inside, because few survivors have entered, some useful things can be found inside.
For example, today, they found a few bottles of liquor in a corner. I wonder if the corpse carrier inside needed to drink a few sips when carrying the corpse in order to increase his courage.
All in all, the trip to the crematorium was worthwhile.
The group of people walked under the wall of the trading market and saw a huge clock in the center of the gate of the trading market.
The time shown above is: 17:29.
call--
There's still half an hour left.
There is still plenty of time!
They breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, there was a roar of cars in the distance.
Rumble——
I saw a mighty motorcade speeding towards me from a distance.
Most of them were trucks, and the trucks were full of things, but the trucks were covered by tarps and it was difficult to see clearly what was inside.
There are two sidecar motorcycles at the front of the team. This type of motorcycle is also called a sidecar or a sidecar. It is a special type of motorcycle. It is characterized by an extra seat next to the main seat.
Often called a sidecar.
Each of the two sidecar motorcycles has a machine gun installed on the side seat.
The person sitting on the seat wore a black helmet, sunglasses, and scarf, and placed his hands on the machine gun, maintaining a posture ready to shoot at any time.
The end is cool and powerful!
The survivors who were lined up turned their heads and watched the convoy approaching.
"So damn handsome!"
"What's in this truck? Such a big truck..."
"Don't worry so much, step aside and stop blocking their way."
Cao Le, who is responsible for inspecting the entrance to the trading market, arranged two lanes in advance to allow the convoy coming from the headquarters base to enter.
Didi——
Suddenly a truck stopped at the gate, the window rolled down, and a head poked out.
"Old Cao." Xiao Hu waved towards Cao Le at the door.
Cao Le smiled and waved his hand, then pointed inside.
Xiao Hu knew that he was very busy now, so he didn't waste time by talking nonsense, so he asked the driver to drive into Wengcheng.
Time passes slowly.
5:45.
There are still 15 minutes until the market closes.
The gate of the trading market always closes at six o'clock in the evening.
Once six o'clock in the evening arrives, the city gates must be closed.
Anyone who arrives at the gate at six o'clock in the evening will enter the urn first without having to queue.
But if it's after six o'clock and the door is closed, it won't open no matter how many seconds you miss it.
Chu Juan and others, who came down from Jigong Mountain, hurriedly and slowly arrived outside the trading market, still 1 kilometer away from the gate.
Chu Juan glanced at her watch and shouted to the people behind her:
"There are still 15 minutes left, everyone run!"
The young men and women behind Chu Juan were carrying huge baskets on their backs and running frantically towards the gate of the trading market.
Originally, according to their original plan, there was no need to be in such a hurry.
But it took too much time to dig out the giant wild yam, which made the return time a bit tight.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As they ran wildly, they finally arrived at the gate 6 minutes later.
Once we reach the gate, it's safe, which means we don't have to spend the night outside tonight.
Ever since the wall-climbing zombies appeared and could spend the night in the trading market, no survivor wanted to stay outside.
Wang Yongzhen was breathing heavily, his chest heaving and making a sound like a broken bellows.
He bent over and put his hands on his knees.
Bah, bah, bah!
Because he bent down, the wild yam in the basket behind him fell out.
These three wild yams are as thick as a fist, and one is nearly 40 centimeters.
The moment it fell out, some survivors nearby who knew the product screamed.
"Oh! Such a thick wild yam, you guys are so developed."
“Where did you dig the wild yams?”
"You were digging nearby, right?"
...
Wang Yongzhen's expression changed when he heard many people asking where they dug it from.
Didn't answer their questions.
These wild yams were items they exchanged for points and life-saving things. How could they tell others so easily.
If we tell them, we will have to compete with others when we go to dig wild yams in that place.
Liu Zhuangshi and two other physical education students protected Chu Juan and Wang Yongzhen behind them.
This is outside the trading market, and they are afraid of being robbed by others.
Although few people outside the trading market dare to openly rob, it is not as safe as in the trading market.
As long as they enter the trading market, their property and personal safety can be guaranteed.
Cao Le at the door looked at the time and saw that it was only five minutes before six o'clock, so he shouted to the team members who were doing a rough inspection at the door: "Put it in first, and then check it inside."
Then he picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it.
"No need to queue, hurry in."
"Go in, why are you standing there? You don't want to go in?"
"Move, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Hundreds of people who were still standing outside the door lined up and ran inside.
Outside the gate of the trading market, it suddenly became empty.
Cao Le looked at his watch, and from time to time he raised his head to compare the time on the big clock above the door.
There are only three minutes left.
Suddenly, a man appeared in the distance.
He was carrying a huge package and was running towards the gate at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
Cao Le frowned and cursed in his heart:
"Damn it! Why do people challenge their limits every day? Just wait until you are full! Do it!"
The gate of the trading market has been stipulated to close at six o'clock, so it must be closed at six o'clock.
If the city gate is closed for one minute late for one person, it will give all the other survivors the feeling that they can come in even if they beg for mercy a minute or two late.
That would be big trouble.
You can delay it by one minute, you can delay it by two minutes, or you can delay it by half an hour.
And the more serious consequence is that if there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.
These survivors did not have a time alarm in their minds, thinking that they could enter the trading market no matter how late it was. One day it got dark, and a survivor wanted to come in. At this time, countless zombies emerged from the dark behind him.
came in pursuit.
If you open the door with compassion, it will cause the door to fall down.
Therefore, this hole cannot be opened.
Once it reaches six o'clock in the evening, it must be closed.
No matter how much you plead for mercy, it is useless to kneel on the ground and cry for father and mother.
There was still one minute before the city gate was closed, and Cao Le looked at the man who was still sprinting.
Things such as the horses and telescopic railings outside the door have been moved into the trading market.
He and the guards stood behind the door, watching the man running madly over.
The distance is only about 200 meters.
He looked at his watch and saw 30 seconds left.
It would take some time to close the city gate, so he picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the guard above.
"Close the city gate!"
"yes."
Ding ding ding——kakakaka——
The sound of the mechanical wheel turning was mixed with the sound of the chain being pulled up.
In the gap of more than 20 meters, a thick steel plate cement door appeared on the left and right sides. This door is connected up and down and driven by roller skates.
The man carrying the huge package became even more crazy when he saw the door beginning to close.
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Whoosh!
He jumped in like an elk and ran in through the gap in the door that was nearly 2 meters wide.
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Boom!
The door of the trading market slammed and closed!
The two doors are closed in a mosaic style, and this mosaic closure can achieve 100% no gaps.
thump!
The man with a backpack who ran in at a very fast speed fell to the ground. He pressed the huge package behind him and lay on the ground like a dead body.
If it weren't for the violent rise and fall of his chest, it would be impossible to tell that this man was still alive.
He panted loudly, using his nose and mouth together, his tongue slightly sticking out, panting like a dog.
Some of the survivors inside seemed to know him, watching him panting like a dead dog and making fun of him.
"Hey! Isn't this Lao Wang? He's here to challenge the speed of life and death again today?"
"Old Wang is stuck again today, so awesome!"
"Old Wang, tell me, did you steal someone else's things and someone was chasing you from behind? Did you get stuck and run in?"
Lao Wang, who was lying on the ground, wanted to fight back when faced with the teasing, but he ran too fast and was short of breath. At this time, he couldn't speak at all.
I had no choice but to wave my hands feebly, "Go...go...fuck you...fufufuhu."
Cao Le looked at this old fritter. This time, this guy should be the third time this week that he ran in like this.
Damn, it happens like this every time!
Sooner or later one day the door will pinch you!
Those two gates are not equipped with anti-pinch systems. The force of dozens of tons is enough to squeeze you in half.
Cao Le frowned and walked to Lao Wang, "Come in earlier next time, if you have to rush like this, if you get caught in the door next time, no one will save you."
As the captain of the guard at the trading market gate, it is good enough for him to be able to remind a level 5 survivor like this.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lao Wang reached out and clasped his fists, "I...hehe, I can't help it, thank you."
Cao Legang wanted to ask why, but he forgot about it.
He didn't bother to know.
Subsequently, these people who entered the Wengcheng of the trading market continued to be inspected.
After the inspection, they entered the trading market one after another.
A small team entered the trading market, all carrying baskets on their backs.
The dim yellow street lights of the trading market have been turned on, and the sky is light cyan with a little bit of red.
They looked at the high walls around them. The guards on the city walls looked particularly majestic in the dim light.
The lights of the trading market gradually turned on, and the orange lanterns cast a warm light, comforting tired people like them.
Everything they saw in front of them gave them an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
Once you reach the trading market, you will be safe.
Chu Juan and others, who had just run into the trading market, were sweating all over.
The breeze is coming.
The evening breeze took away the sweat from their bodies and brought them coolness.
It brings relaxation, and the muscles all over their body seem to be relaxed a lot.
With a smile on her lips, Chu Juan glanced at the students behind her.
"Let's go and exchange points."
"Okay, let's exchange points!" Everyone cheered and surrounded Professor Chu and walked towards the business district.
Along the way, they laughed and laughed, each with a smile on their face.
On this day, they traveled across mountains and ridges, risking encounters with zombies in the valleys, to collect these wild fruits and other food.
Are you tired? Of course you are.
Is it dangerous? Definitely dangerous!
However, everything is worth it as long as you gain something.
They were very satisfied. The twin giant wild yams seemed like a ray of light that could make them happy for a long time.
