A truck roared towards the gate of the safety city.
There are some guardrails placed at the gate of Safety City. These guardrails are made of sharpened wood and face outward.
There is a gate behind these barbed guardrails. There are many of these guardrails, with almost three layers from far to near, leaving only a gap in the middle.
This arrangement is also to avoid zombie raids, so that the personnel guarding the gate can have enough time to evacuate and return behind the gate.
At the gate of the security city, Mr. Wang stopped the car and walked out of the car.
The captain on duty looked at Mr. Wang, he looked a little strange.
"First time here?"
"Hello Brother Tao, this is my little thought." Mr. Wang took out two packs of unopened cigarettes from his pocket 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 what you said, Brother Tao is known to most people outside. Everyone says that you are a nice person and you take care of the brothers. Many people rely on you to get in here...
..."
Mr. Wang poured out a basketful of good words as if they were free of charge. This Mr. Wang is also a flexible and adaptable boss. He used to be a boss, but now he bows his head and acts as a junior. There is nothing unnatural about it.
There is a bright smile on his face, which makes it difficult for people to feel good about him.
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 coveted position with sufficient salary and salary, he is able to take this position here because he has connections, otherwise it would not be his turn.
But, in the final analysis, this is just a janitor.
Hearing Mr. Wang praise him so much made him feel very comfortable.
"What's your name?" Captain Tao asked. Under Mr. Wang's compliment, he couldn't help but straighten up a little, with a slightly pretentious tone.
"Just call me Xiao Wang." Mr. Wang kept his body slightly bowed and answered with his head raised.
"Xiao Wang, right... I think you are quite compatible, but you know that the safety city has the regulations of the safety city, right? So, you still have to pay for the things you should pay.
Follow the rules."
"I know, I know."
Captain Tao saw that this little king was so righteous, so he said with satisfaction: "I like obedient people like you, okay."
He turned his head and said to the two people next to him: "This person, just take half of his supplies."
"Okay, Brother Tao."
"All right."
...
The back door of the truck was opened. The person collecting the supplies opened the door and took a look. He was stunned for a moment when he saw half a truck full of supplies inside.
These days, this person has brought the most things.
However, the captain has already spoken and only takes half, so they don't dare to be too presumptuous, and they will only take three-fifths at most, and the current ratio is already extremely high, and no more will be allowed.
Because too much is extracted from it, which exceeds the survivor's tolerance, no survivors will be willing to come in later, which is equivalent to killing the goose that lays the egg.
Several people moved the contents out of the car, including one or two boxes of food, especially some precious cartons of cigarettes, which were hard currency in the last days.
After a while, he finally sorted out his things. Mr. Wang returned to the car and checked, and found that he had probably collected half of them.
He stepped forward to thank Brother Tao, got in the car and left the gate.
This safe city is also strange. You will not be checked when entering the city. No matter you are a new arrival or someone who has lived there all the time, as long as you pay for food or supplies, you can enter.
But when you go in, you only
It can provide you with protection and protect you from being robbed and harmed by people or zombies inside.
There is nothing else, no supplies will be given to you, and no one will care about you 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 it, it will protect your safety. But the protection fee is not money, but food!
It has been a year since the apocalypse broke out, and many of the previous supplies have been exhausted. The survivors are like locusts, plundering the pre-apocalyptic buildings round after round.
After experiencing the previous hot and dry weather, a lot of stored food became moldy and smelly before anyone could find it.
Nowadays, the food problem has become the biggest survival problem for survivors besides zombies.
Mr. Wang drove the vehicle and held a piece of paper that Captain Tao handed him just now, which said Area C, Building 19, 2nd Floor, and a bunch of keys.
Passing through an area with lights, this area looks quite luxurious. As we continue driving, the lights become less and less as we go to the back. By the time we reach Area C, there are almost no lights around.
Mr. Wang looked at the back and saw that there were several areas behind.
Park the car on the side of the road and get out of the car.
boom!
Mr. Wang closed the car door and looked around. It was a bit cold here.
After tightening his clothes, he felt a little tired. He hadn't slept well these days and was very sleepy at this time.
Shine the flashlight 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. He was not asking for trouble. Didn't he say that as long as he paid the protection fee at the gate, he would be protected after entering?
Just as he was guessing, these people came over. The leader, a middle-aged man, shone a flashlight on Mr. Wang's face, and a magnetic and deep voice came:
"newcomer?"
Mr. Wang was a little dazzled by the light of the flashlight, but seeing that the person opposite seemed to have no ill intentions in his tone, he replied, "Well, I just came here."
"We are a 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 that bragging about this will attract zombies?
Forget it, never mind, since such a thing is given, it can at least represent that their internal security may be really good.
"OK, thanks."
"Well, let's go."
Mr. Wang watched the group of 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 fees charged by Safe City were expensive, it seemed that they were really trying their best to protect them.
Shaking his head and thinking no more, Mr. Wang began to carry things upstairs.
