Doomsday Rise

The convoy stayed at Jiangjiu Road for more than three hours. Xiang Junwei and his party had enough to eat and drink before continuing on the road, treating this place as a supply line. When Deng Zhu'er was sending 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 have a look, don't you know?"

"It's not like you don't know the current situation in Xinfeng City. Strangers are not allowed to enter." Xiang Junwei's face tightened.

"I know, I know." Deng Zhu'er apologized, "If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't dare to speak, because it would be in vain. But who are you? You are Viagra. If others can't do anything, you must be able to do something." Deng Zhuer quietly handed over a gold card.

"Since you can talk, there can't be too many people, 10." Xiang Junwei glanced at the gold card and put it in his pocket. The gold card is a project specially launched by UnionPay to specifically serve VIP customers. Each gold card contains 1 million and has no password.

"Thank you Brother Wei, thank you Brother Wei." Deng Zhu'er showed a troubled expression, "I know Brother Wei is in trouble, but my relatives have fled to my house, so I have to help. Jiangjiu Road seems to be stable, but in fact danger is everywhere. Now We all know that Xinfeng City is safe. Can Wei Ge add a few more people? My relatives and I would like to thank Wei Ge for his great virtue." He stretched out his finger and handed over another gold card.

"Twenty, at most 20, there are too many unfamiliar faces, and I am in big trouble." Xiang Junwei raised a finger, stopped Deng Zhuer's next words, and suddenly raised his voice: "Let's go, let's go." He turned around and entered the car.

"Brother Wei, walk slowly, have a nice journey." Deng Zhu'er jogged and followed for a few steps before stopping, with a sensitive smile on his face. He didn't turn back until Xiang Junwei's car was far away.

Liu Wei'an and others made many attempts to enter Xinfeng City, but in the end they all lost to bribery. No need to be sneaky, just come in openly and openly.

Although there was a slight twist, the gatekeeper was very attentive and checked the identity information of the people entering one by one. He was not afraid of Xiang Junwei's face. When Liu Wei'an's truck was about to be traced, Xiang Junwei stuffed 200,000 yuan out. .

"Verification is correct, release!" The inspector waved his hand and completed the inspection.

The convoy restarted, and the car in front started moving. By the time the truck behind started, it was already more than ten minutes later. Inside the heavily modified military truck, there were more than forty people crammed into it, including Xiang's family servants, bodyguards, soldiers, homeless people, civilians, and mercenaries.

Some were covered in dirt, some were in rags, and most were stained with blood... After surviving the war, the simple gauze was already dark red, and the inside of the carriage exuded an unpleasant smell.

Liu Wei'an is one of these forty people. Naturally, an illegal person like him was not qualified to sit in the car in front, so he could only squeeze in with the soldiers.

The 20 members of Team Ping An were dispersed. The others were divided into two or three cars, and he happened to be alone. He remembered very well that when he got on the bus, the eyes that looked at him in the car were indifferent and without any surprise. Obviously these people had 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, with only the sound of the engine and the shaking of bumps and bumps. It was not until we entered Xinfeng City that there was some rustling of business inside the carriage. Some acquaintances started chatting in low voices.

"Finally home."

"Yes, there were 10 people in our team, and I was the only one who came back."

"We are about the same, 2, and 3 are too seriously injured and have given up treatment."

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Liu Wei'an has a good ear. Even if there are people communicating in the entire carriage, nothing can escape his ears. Through the chats with these people, he learned that the life of people living in Xinfeng City was not as good as people outside thought. Life, health and safety were guaranteed, but the pressure on food and survival was very high. Even the direct descendants of the Xiang family had to go out to kill zombies.

Xiang Junwei has three purposes. The first is to kill zombies and obtain military merit. Military merit is related to the number of troops to be led later. Second, look for supplies. The current supplies in Xinfeng City are all from the previous inventory, which consumes a lot of money and puts great pressure on the big family. The third is to look for useful talents. In principle, the rescued people must be handed over to the government for unified distribution. In fact, of the people rescued by people who went out to fight, they usually take half, and the remaining half is picked from the leftovers. be handed over to the government.

And this half of the people will become these people's private soldiers.

This practice is an open secret in Xinfeng City. The Ma family government turns a blind eye and even secretly encourages the children of big families to kill zombies.

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

When he stretched out his hand, Liu Wei'an knew it, but he deliberately pretended not to know and restrained his body-protecting energy, otherwise the middle-aged man looked at him for fear of being bounced away.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" The middle-aged man tried his best to show a friendly smile.

"No." Liu Wei'an first glanced at his yellowed teeth, then lowered his eyes. His index and middle fingers were slightly yellow. He was an old smoker.

"Is there any food?" When the middle-aged man asked this question, his throat twitched and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"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 very strong, that is, in the late stage of Black Iron, such people can survive for three months, and they have good life-saving methods. He learned from the chats of people in the carriage that Xiang Junwei went hunting on average once a month, which meant that the middle-aged man had experienced at least three fights.

"Programmer." The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses subconsciously, but soon found that they were gone. He smiled bitterly, and the nostalgia in his eyes flashed past.

Programmers are called otakus and straight men. They are the most unpopular type of women looking for boyfriends. Many programmers hate themselves for being programmers. However, if compared to living in the apocalypse, many people would rather be one. Be a programmer.

"What aspect?" Liu Wei'an thought very clearly, so the pace of the questions was very fast, leaving no time for thinking.

"Crack——" After saying this, the middle-aged man looked around cautiously, but he immediately realized that it was the end of the world and no one cared about it anymore. Crack is a euphemism, and there is another word that is more shocking, hacker.

Liu Wei'an moved his fingers. Before the middle-aged man could react, there was already something in his hand. When he glanced at it, his excitement flashed away. It was candy. Before the apocalypse, when I went to the supermarket to buy something and was short of a few cents in change, the cashier would usually use candy instead, take it home, and put it on the coffee table. I would probably not eat it for weeks or even months, but if I put it Now, it is something remarkable. A candy can sometimes last a whole day without eating.

The middle-aged man put away the candy calmly, and his eyes suddenly became friendly when he looked at Liu Wei'an.

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

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

The car body shook and stopped.

"Are you here?" Liu Wei'an noticed that everyone in the car remained quiet and made no move to pack their clothes.

"There's still about half an hour to go, now we're exiting the expressway." Zhan Qing was very familiar with this road and could tell where he was with his eyes closed.

The seal said it took half an hour, but in fact it took almost an hour to get the stamp. When he got off the car, he noticed that there was a motorcade in front of him, under the banner of Xinglong Military Academy. Liu Wei'an saw Tang Ding in the crowd at a glance. Boom. She is petite and stands out from the crowd. She has not been seen for a long time. Her appearance is still the same, but her youthfulness has faded and she is a little more mature. The dirty blood on her body has dried and turned dark, but her face remains very clean, obviously it has been washed.

She was wearing a camouflage uniform, and the tens of kilograms of weight seemed to have no effect on her. She stood upright, and there were several tall men in camouflage uniforms standing next to her. They should all be students of Xinglong Military Academy, but now that soldiers are uniformly dressed, the military Their posture, stern hair, and resolute expressions, their tenderness can only be felt by occasionally turning their gaze away from Tang Dingdong.

Liu Wei'an glanced over and saw several familiar faces, all of whom were classmates. He had hardly spoken to them before when they were in the same class, but now that he saw them, they were extremely friendly. He had a relatively good relationship with Xiao Jie, but he couldn't find Xiao Jie. If you look carefully, you will find that you have entered a building crowded with people.

The place where they get off the bus is in the suburbs, which is still some distance from the city. They cannot enter the city directly. They must be cleaned and disinfected before they can be selectively allowed to enter depending on the situation.

Why is it selective? The urban areas are dominated by the rich, while the poor can only live in the suburbs.

After Xiang Junwei arrived in the suburbs, he took the people away. He didn't care about Liu Wei'an and others. For him, it was enough to bring the people into Xinfeng City. As for what happened next, he didn't care, or in other words , he has forgotten the existence of Liu Wei'an and others.

The convoy no longer accepted Liu Wei'an and his party. Liu Wei'an asked and found out that cleaning and disinfection also required payment. They were dressed cleanly, which saved a lot of money.

"Master, what should we do now?" Everyone gathered around Liu Wei'an.

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

"Yes!" Everyone quickly dispersed.

People coming and going are all integrated in the suburbs. An industrial chain has been formed here, and the basic necessities of life are complete. As soon as Liu Wei'an and the two of them walked to the door of the hotel, they were attracted by a scream.

Screams and gunshots rushed out from the facade of an older building and approached quickly.

"Go upstairs!" Seeing that there were only heads in front of him and nothing could be seen, it took Liu Wei'an three seconds to get up to the third floor of the hotel and open the window. About three hundred meters away, a group of people were besieging three zombies.