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079 Slum No. 36

The other one percent lived in the center of Tianwu City in the past, which was once the prosperous financial district and business district of the entire Asian empire. Now it has become a paradise for Tianwu City's high-level executives and aristocratic consortiums.

The people in the refugee camp in the outer city nicknamed it "Neifu".

Because it is the place with the most strict military protection and defense in the entire city. It is said that some young men or young ladies there have never even seen what the insects outside look like.

Lao Kun's motorcade was driving fast on the streets of the outer city. Ling Yu originally wanted to say goodbye to them after entering the city. But Lao Kun was obviously a very generous person and warmly invited Ling Yu to their home.

Ling Yu felt that he entered Tianwu City this time to find Li Yanyan's younger brother. It would be better to find someone through Lao Kun's network, rather than looking for a needle in a haystack.

After all, Ling Yu could roughly guess from the security check before entering the city that Lao Kun's backstage should have some small relationship with the military in Tianwu City.

Instead of trying to find a needle in a haystack in Tianwu City, it is better to use Lao Kun's connections first.

The convoy drove quickly on the main road of the outer city, and both sides were filled with lifeless citizens. Although the clothes on their bodies were a little less muddy and a little better than those of the refugees outside the city, it was still difficult to change their daily lives.

The eyes that worry about food every night.

If the hungry people outside Tianwu City are compared to hungry ghosts in hell, then the citizens of Tianwu City living in the outer city are more like ghosts wandering on the edge of hell.

They always have an inexplicable sense of paleness, despair and powerlessness about their future!

Lao Kun lives in a small factory warehouse in No. 36 refugee camp in the outer city.

It is said that Lao Kun and his brothers snatched it from another Apocalypse gang. When they snatched the warehouse, there was a very small amount of food stored in it.

"The boss is back!"

When the convoy arrived at the small factory, someone inside shouted excitedly and opened the large iron door from the inside, allowing the vehicles to file in.

Ling Yu just got off the car and was stunned for a moment. In front of the factory warehouse, there were a lot of people, old and young, standing there. Although they were not as miserable as the hungry people outside, it could be seen that they were quite poor.

"Lao Kun, you have been out for more than a month this time. How have you gained?" At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and walked towards Lao Kun with great excitement.

"Old Wei, there are two carts of daily necessities and half a cart of offal food!" Xiong Kun said sadly.

"Half a cart of offal food!?" Upon hearing this, his old partner Wei Shan frowned, pulled Xiong Kun over, and lowered his voice: "Old Kun, is it really only half a cart?"

"Yeah!" Xiong Kun nodded humbly.

The face of his old partner Wei Shan suddenly turned ugly, and he said: "It seems that we have no way to explain to Mr. Lei this time. It is estimated that we will be in trouble with the quota of city exit permits next month!"

"Yeah! I know." Lao Kun muttered feebly, his voice low.

"What's going on?" Wei Shan asked a little depressed.

Not having a city exit permit not only means that they will not be able to freely enter and leave Tianwu City next month, but it also means that they will completely lose their big backer Lei Ye and become a miserable little force in the Tianwu City Refugee Village that does not even have the qualifications to be a third-rate search team.

Lao Kun said helplessly: "There are more and more refugees outside the city. A lot of supplies and food have been looted by them. We have traveled all the way and searched many abandoned towns, but we can't find much food."

Ling Yu, who was standing a little far away, seemed to realize something when he saw the two people in the distance.

At this time, many people got out of the car to reunite with their relatives. When Wei Shan learned that it was Ling Yu who saved the entire convoy in Spore Town, he was immediately enthusiastic and came over to shake hands with Ling Yu warmly and thank him.

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The people in the warehouse, under Wei Shan's call, enthusiastically moved the contents of the car inside.

Ling Yu followed everyone and entered the warehouse together. The warehouse was tall and huge, with a huge and empty hall.

Behind the hall and on the second floor, there are small rooms for each family to live in.

Although the living conditions of this huge warehouse are not particularly good, at least it has a cement wall and an iron door outside. In the end of the world, it is still somewhat useful to prevent thugs or hungry people nearby.

Xiong Kun and Wei Shan were both Apocalypse here. In order to survive in the camp, they had to divide their labors. One was responsible for guarding the warehouse, and the other was responsible for searching for food and supplies.

This small gang in Tianwu City now has more than 200 people, 20 to 30 semi-armed personnel, and two Apocalypse. In the refugee camp in the outer city, its strength is still relatively low.

But it's still a bit difficult to survive in glory. The problem is that food is always in short supply.

At this time, everyone had just entered the hall and sat down, when suddenly a panicked gatekeeper ran out from outside, ran to Lao Kun and Wei Shan, and said uneasily:

"Boss, that guy Yang Hezhong is here again!"

When Xiong Kun and Wei Shan heard this, their expressions changed slightly. They stood up together and walked out the door.

I saw a middle-aged man with glasses wearing an old suit, accompanied by two subordinates, walking into the inner hall. Before he could reach the front, the voice could be heard louder.

"Xiong Kun, Wei Shan, it's time to turn in this month's supplies as soon as possible! You also know Master Lei's temper, and I can tell you that he can't wait any longer."

"Secretary Yang, can you please give me a few more days?" Xiong Kun said politely, and Wei Shan next to him also smiled kindly and apologized.

"You also know that a large number of damn refugees have suddenly appeared in Tianwu City recently, and it is becoming more and more difficult for us to search for food."

Yang Hezhong raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose and sneered: "I don't care about the situation outside. But regarding the handing over of supplies, you have to give me an explanation today no matter what. Otherwise, go into the inner palace and talk to Mr. Lei yourself.

Say it!"

"This...!" Wei Shan and Xiong Kun took a breath at the same time, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

"I see that you already have some things in your front yard. I just happened to bring two guys with me this time, so let's take them away together! Half the truck of food will be used as 50% of the materials turned in as mortgage, and the other two trucks of supplies will be used as interest."

When Xiong Kun and Wei Shan heard this, their eyes widened immediately.

This Yang Hezhong was too cruel, almost like a vampire. As soon as he opened his mouth, he confiscated all the hard work and hard work of Lao Kun and his group for more than a month.

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