Rise From Doomsday Chapter 589: Meet Tang Dingdong again

The convoy stayed on Jiangjiu Road for more than three hours, and Xiang Junwei and his party continued on the road after eating and drinking, taking this place as a supply line. When Deng Zhuer sent Xiang Junwei into the car, he suddenly pulled him.

"Brother Wei, I have a few little brothers here who want to go to Xinfeng City to see them, I don't know?"

"You don't know the current situation in Xinfeng City. Strangers are forbidden to enter." Xiang Junwei smiled.

"I know, I know." Deng Zhuer smiled, "If it is an ordinary person, I would naturally not dare to speak, because the opening is for nothing, but who you are, you are Brother Wei, and others have nothing to do. You must have a way. "Deng Zhuer quietly handed out a gold card.

"You guys can talk, you can't have too many people, 10." Xiang Junwei glanced at the gold card and put it in his pocket. The gold card is a special program specially launched by UnionPay to serve VIP customers. Each gold card contains 1 million and no password.

"Thank you Wei, thank you Wei." Deng Zhuer showed embarrassed expression, "I know that Wei is embarrassed, but relatives rushed to my house, and I have to help. Jiang Jiudao seems stable, but in fact there is nowhere to be dangerous. No, now I know the safety of Xinfeng City. Can Wei Ge add a few more people? My relatives and I are grateful for Wei Ge's great virtue." With a finger stretched out, another golden card was handed out.

"20, 20 at most. There are too many unfamiliar faces, and I also have a lot of trouble." Xiang Junwei put up a finger to stop Deng Zhuer's words, and suddenly raised his voice: "Go, Let's go." Turned around and got into the car.

"Brother Wei, walk slowly, all the way to the wind." Deng Zhuer trot and followed a few steps before stopping, with a feeling of smile on his face, and did not turn back until Junwei's car was away.

Liu Wei'an and others put forward a lot of shooting directions into Xinfeng City, but they all lost to bribes in the end. Don't be sneaky, just follow in.

Although there was a little twist, the gatekeeper was very careful and checked the identity information of the entering personnel one by one, and was not afraid of Xiang Junwei’s face. When Liu Wei’an’s truck was quickly checked, Xiang Junwei was overwhelmed. 200,000 out.

"The verification is correct, let it go!" The investigation manager waved his hand to complete the inspection.

The convoy restarted, the car in front walked, and when the truck behind started, it was already ten minutes later. In the drastically modified military truck, there were more than 40 people crammed, including Xiang’s family members, bodyguards, soldiers, homeless people, civilians, and mercenaries. ... After surviving the war, the simple gauze was already dark red, and there was an unpleasant smell inside the carriage.

Liu Wei'an is one of these forty people. An illegal person like him is naturally not qualified to sit in the car in front and can only huddle with the soldiers.

The 20 members of the Ping An team were scattered, and the others were divided into two or three in one car. He happened to be alone. He remembered that when he got in the car, the eyes looking at him from the inside of the car were indifferent, without the slightest surprise. Obviously, these people experienced this kind of thing more than once.

For a long distance from Jiangjiu Road to the border of Xinfeng City, the carriage remained quiet. Only the sound of the engine and the shaking of potholes did not rustle until entering Xinfeng City. Some businesses, some people who are acquainted with each other began to chat in a low voice.

"Finally back."

"Yes, 10 people went to our team, and I will be the only one when I come back."

"We are almost the same, 2, and 3 of them were too seriously injured and gave up treatment."

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Liu Wei'an has good ears, and there are only people communicating in the entire carriage, and he can't escape his ears. Through the chats of these people, he learned that the lives of people living in Xinfeng City are not as good as people outside think. Life, health and safety are guaranteed, but the pressure on food and survival is very high. Even Xiang's family had to go out and kill the zombies.

Xiang Junwei has three purposes. The first is to kill zombies and gain military merit. Military merit is related to the number of soldiers behind. Second, looking for supplies, Xinfeng City’s current supply is from previous stocks, which consumes a lot of money, and the pressure on large families is also great. The third is to find useful talents. In principle, the rescued people must be handed over to the government for a unified distribution. In fact, the people rescued by the people who went out to kill themselves generally account for half of them, and the remaining half are selected. Is handed over to the government.

And this half of them will all become private soldiers of these people.

This practice is an open secret in Xinfeng City. The Ma family government turned one eye and closed another, and even secretly encouraged the children of the big family to kill zombies.

"Brother." The thin middle-aged man in his thirties beside him gently touched Liu Wei'an's shoulder.

When he stretched out his hand, Liu Wei'an knew it, but deliberately pretended not to know, and reduced his body protection, otherwise the middle-aged man looked at him for fear of being shot off.

"Are there any cigarettes?" The middle-aged man tried his best to show a friendly smile.

"No." Liu Wei'an first glanced at his yellow teeth, then looked down, and his index and middle fingers were slightly yellow. This is an old smoker.

"Is there any food?" When the middle-aged asked this, his throat shook, and he swallowed.

"How long have you been with Westbrook?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"3 months." The middle-aged man hesitated.

"What did you do before?" Liu Wei'an noticed that middle-aged people are not strong, that is, the late stage of the black iron, such people can survive for three months, and the means of life-saving are good. He learned from the chats and conversations of the people in the carriage that Xiang Junwei would go out hunting once a month on average, and that the middle-aged man had already experienced at least three fights.

"Programmer." The middle-aged man helped his glasses subconsciously, but soon discovered that the glasses were gone long ago, showing a wry smile, and the nostalgia in his eyes flashed by.

Programmers are called otaku and straight men. They are the least popular type of women seeking boyfriends. Many programmers hate themselves as programmers. However, if compared with the apocalypse, it is estimated that many people I would rather be a programmer.

"Which aspect?" Liu Wei'an's thinking is very clear, so the pace of questioning is very fast, and he doesn't give people the slightest time to think.

"Crack--" The middle-aged man took a cautious look at the left and right after speaking, but immediately realized that it was the end and no one cared about it anymore. Cracking is a euphemism, and there is another word that is more powerful, hacker.

Liu Wei'an moved his finger. The middle-aged man has not yet reacted. There is something in his hand. With a glance, the excitement flashes away, it is candy. Before the end, when you go to the supermarket to buy something, and when you encounter a few cents of change, the cashier will generally replace it with candy, take it home, and put it on the coffee table. It is estimated that you will not eat it for several weeks or even months. In the present, but something extraordinary. Sometimes a candy can withstand a day without eating.

The middle-aged man put away the candy in a calm manner, and his gaze at Liu Wei'an suddenly became friendly.

"How do you call it?" Liu Wei'an noticed that the convoy in front had stopped, and the truck started to slow down. It should be almost there.

"The seal is clear." The middle-aged man whispered,

The body shook and stopped.

"Are you there?" Liu Wei'an found that the people in the car were quiet and did not make any adjustments to their outfits.

"It's about half an hour away. It's a highway now." Yin Zhangqing is very familiar with this road, and he can know where he has been when he closes his eyes.

The seal clearly said it was half an hour, and its practical power took almost an hour to arrive. When I got off the car, I paid attention to it. There was a motorcade ahead, under the banner of Xinglong Military Academy. Liu Weian saw the crowd at a glance. Tang Dingdong. She is petite and stands out from the crowd. She has not seen her for a long time. Her appearance is the same, but the greenness has faded, and she has become a little more mature. The blood on her body has been dry and dark, but her face is kept very clean, which is obviously cleaned.

She is wearing a camouflage uniform. The weight of tens of kilograms seems to have no effect on her. She stands straight, and there are a few tall camouflage uniforms standing beside her. They should all be students of Xinglong Military Academy, but they are now uniform soldiers. Dress, military posture, sturdy head, and firm face, only by passing away Tang Dingdong's gaze to feel their tenderness.

Liu Wei'an glanced over and saw a few familiar faces, all of whom were classmates. He had barely spoken in the same class before, but now he saw them, but they were very kind. He had a good relationship with Xiao Jie, but he could not find Xiao Jie. You have to look carefully, and you have already been crowded into a building.

The place to get off is in the suburbs, and there is still some distance from the urban area. They cannot directly enter the urban area. They must be cleaned and disinfected before they can selectively allow entry depending on the situation.

Why is it selective? The urban area is the world of the rich, and the poor can only live in the suburbs.

After Xiang Junwei arrived in the suburbs, he took the people and left. Regardless of Liu Wei'an and others, for him, it was enough to bring people into Xinfeng City. As for the rest, he didn’t care. ~IndoMTL.com~ In other words, he has forgotten the existence of Liu Wei'an and others.

The team also no longer accepts Liu Wei'an and his party. Liu Wei'an asked, cleaning and disinfection also need to be paid. They wear clean clothes, which saves a lot of money.

"My son, what should I do now?" The crowd gathered around Liu Wei'an.

"Disperse, follow the plan, Elephant and Yang Wujiang follow me." Liu Wei'an ordered.

"Yes!" The crowd quickly dispersed.

People who come and go are integrated in the suburbs. An industrial chain has been formed here, where food, clothing, housing and transportation are perfect. Liu Wei'an brought the two of them to the door of the hotel when they were attracted by a scream.

The screams rushed out of an older building facade with gunfire, and quickly approached.

"Go upstairs!" Seeing that there are all human heads in front, you can't see anything. It took Liu Wei'an three seconds to go up to the third floor of the hotel and open the windows. About three hundred meters away, a group of people were besieging the third floor. Only zombies.