Heavy Truck Chariot In The End Times

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Shen Cong was sitting on the rear of the Vajra roof, with sports seats disassembled from the Hummer under his buttocks. The cool breeze from the blower made the whole person very comfortable.

The rhino horn cup is filled with mineral water, three gentle pears are placed in the fruit plate, and the sun is blocked by the self-made parasol.

Since the heavy rain fell, the temperature has dropped significantly. The current outside temperature is about 33 degrees Celsius, which is a bit scorching, but compared to the previous high temperature of more than 40 degrees, this is already very mild.

There was also a breeze blowing, and it didn't feel too hot.

Today is August 26, the 29th of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. The two hottest months of the year are June and July of the lunar calendar. However, at the end of July, the old saying "The fire in July, the clothes in September"-the big Mars will go west in July, which is a symbol of the colder weather; in September, winter clothes for protection against the cold will begin to be made.

"It's the 70th day of the last days."

Looking at the date displayed on the phone, Shen Cong said with emotion.

Then he rubbed his phone vigorously. He was playing a so-so fighting game "King of Fighters 2020", and the voices of "Gastronomy Root", "Hadrugen" and "Gagabruggen" came out from time to time.

With the last scream of "Ah", the opponent flew up.

"K-O!"

After playing a few games, Shen Cong put away his phone and put his helmet on his head.

The group of survivors from Chaohu College came.

This is a group of young people whose clothes are in tatters, their faces are not healthy, and their eyes are more or less numb. A few people had sallow complexions and looked sick at first sight, and two others had injuries on their legs and limped when they walked.

A long way away from the Vajra, the group stopped, and then whispered and discussed for a while.

Finally, a man and a woman continued to walk over.

Obviously, the man should be Zhou Yajun, a very strong boy; the woman is teacher Wang Yingying, who looks good and is about 30 years old.

"Hello." Zhou Yajun approached the Vajra and began to say hello.

Shen Cong stared at him and replied indifferently, "You are Zhou Yajun, and you are Wang Yingying, the leader of this group of survivors?"

Zhou Yajun said: "Mr. Wang and I have been temporarily elected as management, but we have a democratic voting system, and everyone will vote together to decide everything."

Wang Yingying followed: "Who are you, do you have anything to do with us?"

Shen Cong said: "It doesn't matter who I am... The important thing is that I intend to make a deal with you. You can choose to cooperate, refuse, or other options, but I hope that the transaction can be smooth." Picking up a stone prepared by hand, gently pinch it in front of the two of them.

Click, click.

The granite stones were broken into powder.

This is a move to show muscles, of course, in the eyes of Zhou Yajun and Wang Yingying, it is undoubtedly a threat of sex.

Zhou Yajun and Wang Yingying looked at each other nervously, and they could see that Shen Cong was not an ordinary person, and ordinary people would not have such a strong hand to crush granite stones.

Reminiscing about the weird creatures they had hunted, they could easily guess. Shen Cong guessed that, like the blue-faced fangs Cyclops at the beginning, Upgraded, it became powerful and dangerous.

"How do we believe what you said? What kind of transaction do you plan to do with us?" After a moment of calmness, Wang Yingying asked.

"It's very simple." Shen Cong pointed to the surrounding ruins, "I need all kinds of supplies, but I am too lazy to search for this ruin, so I plan to hire you to search for it, and come to me in exchange for food according to the value of the materials found. , Medicine, and information, information about this disaster."

"Do you know the cause of this disaster?" Zhou Yajun asked excitedly.

"I know a lot of information, but I need a transaction to tell you. Make a decision quickly. My time is not wasted."

Upon seeing this, Wang Yingying gritted her teeth and replied: "Okay, we agreed, but how is the transaction price set?"

"I have the final say."

"It's not fair."

"There has never been fairness in this world." Shen Cong is still indifferent, "but I will give relative fairness... Have you seen my phone? If you find a phone that is not broken, you can change it to A chocolate bar with high calories."

...

Zhou Yajun and Wang Yingying returned to the team of survivors, and there was another whispering discussion. In the end, these twenty-one survivors, mainly students, took over Shen Cong's employment and became a group of laborers, looking for all kinds of supplies that Shen Cong needed in the rubble.

Wang Yingying and Gao Miaoshu, another girl with a sallow face, were in charge of contacting each other.

More than twenty people, in order to obtain the food, medicine and information they needed, began to scatter in every corner of Bantang Town, turning over the stones, searching for possible supplies.

Shen Cong has already explained that the focus is on metal equipment, especially high-precision electronic equipment, which has exchange value, and ordinary gadgets have no value.

Hiring a labor collection team undoubtedly freed Shen Cong's time.

Allow him to spend his time on other tasks. Now as long as the power is full, Shen Cong will let the wired drone take off and take video images within a radius to ensure the safety of the labor collection team and the surrounding area.

Wang Yingying and Gao Miaoshu looked at Shen Cong with envy, sitting on such a luxurious and domineering chariot, leisurely holding a parasol, drinking water and eating pears, and occasionally playing with laptops and tablets, or rubbing. Rub your phone or even hold a slingshot and play shooting games boringly.

Of course, the shooting game made the two women more and more frightened.

A slingshot with twenty strands of rubber bands, when used with ordinary small stones, can almost penetrate the stones. If it hits a person, it directly penetrates the hole.

"Why are you so strong?" Wang Yingying couldn't bear curiosity and asked.

Shen Cong glanced at the other party: "This is information about the transaction."

"Then can you tell us some information that does not need to be traded?" Gao Miaoshu asked softly.

Click!

Shen Cong shot a stone in the distance, stopped, and sat back on the sports seat.

Condescendingly and indifferently answered: "Yes, the first message, you are lucky to survive, and dangers are everywhere. The second message is that you don’t believe that the survivors are right. Many survivors are not good people. Rather, if You work hard. Before you leave, I will introduce you to a place where there is a group of survivors who are not so bad."

Wang Yingying asked hopefully: "You are so strong, you must have been to many places, can you tell us, will the government come to rescue us?"

Shen Cong did not answer: "This belongs to transaction information."

Gao Miaoshu said in a weak tone: "Is this also transaction information? Why do you like to do transactions so much? It is a disaster period, don't you even have basic sympathy?"

With naive thoughts, Shen Cong didn't even have any interest in taking care of it. He picked up the binoculars and began to inspect the surroundings.

Seeing that Shen Cong was silent, Gao Miao Shu said: "Isn’t it? You can’t see that everyone is the victims of the disaster, and sympathize with us. Don’t want your food or drink, and even ask for a little bit of news. Pay, how could this happen."

Wang Yingying grabbed Gao Miaoshu: "Little Gao, don't talk about it."

"Teacher Wang, am I wrong."

"Xiao Gao, you listen to the teacher, sit here to rest and rest." Wang Yingying pulled Gao Miaoshu aside, then turned around and shouted at Shen Cong, "Sorry, Xiao Gao is still young. Please forgive me for what you said wrong. ...I don't know what you call it yet?"

Shen Cong's eyes flashed and he didn't say "It doesn't matter who I am", but replied: "My last name is Huang, you can call me Boss Huang."

...

At dusk, the labor gathering team completed the first carpet search and picked up a lot of tatters.

Wind blowing, active corrosion, blisters, there are not many good things left.

Wang Yingying and Zhou Yajun came to discuss and exchange with Shen Cong as representatives, while the other survivors gathered around and talked about their opinions.

Although they don't have much food, they can still eat a few meals depending on the evolutionary fish they catch.

Medicine, this is what they need urgently, but apart from the medicine for the treatment of trauma, they don't know what medicine the students who have gotten sick should use.

"Boss Huang, can you help us find out what kind of disease they have?" Wang Yingying asked.

Shen Cong was speechless, his tone was cold: "I am not a doctor."

Wang Yingying had no choice but to say: "Then we need several antibiotics."

After the medicine was exchanged, it was the turn of the information transaction.

"According to the value of your inquiry, I will weigh how to change it." Shen Cong laid down the rules, and the rules are that he has the final say.

The survivors had a heated discussion for a long time before sending Wang Yingying over to ask the first question: "Will the government come to save us, or what is the current situation in China?"

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