The end of the world: The residents are shocked, the city lord is so beautiful!

Dressed in a

neat military uniform, holding a short-barreled submachine gun in his hand, he walked towards Chang Wenyong.

"Comrade, you're not hurt!" Chang

Wenyong shook his head and stood up with the support of the two soldiers.

Before he could say thanks, the zombies on the street gathered again, and Chang Wenyong could only passively squeeze into a bus.

The lead car shouted, "Go!"

and the convoy moved, along the road, in front of and behind the army trucks, armed with weapons to clean up the zombies.

In the middle were trucks and buses, bloodstained on the outside, one without even glass, and the survivors inside screamed to avoid the zombies that pounced on both sides.

Chang Wenyong was terrified when he saw it, he didn't expect that this world was already full of monsters.

Oh no, the soldiers called it a zombie, and the soldiers told loudly that they must not be scratched by zombies, let alone bitten by zombies, otherwise they will become zombies!

Chang Wenyong broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, he has been living in a small county town in the southwest, and Mengshi is the closest city to him.

Although there are zombies in the small county towns he passed along the way. But it was less than a tenth of what he saw today.

He couldn't help but feel a little desperate, even Mengshi is like this, what about the bigger Beijing City?

He didn't dare to think that there were more and more survivors squeezing in on the bus, Chang Wenyong firmly grasped the back of the seat, and put the crowbar tightly on the inside of his thigh.

Just kept squeezing, his face turned the color of pig liver, and the zombies chasing the convoy slowly decreased.

Along the way, there were many non-military people, and some of them were in groups of several people, and some

of them could shoot water jets, and all kinds of fantastical superpowers appeared in front of the survivors.

At the same time, everyone knew that it was safe.

At the gate of the base, the survivors lined up to get off the bus and were checked at the gate.

Chang Wenyong followed the team, watching the people in front of him being asked for information, registered, and then led to the next room.

It was Chang Wenyong's turn, he leaned over, with a sincere smile on his face, and nodded again and again at the registration table.

The registration officer glanced up at him and asked lazily, "Name, age."

Chang Wenyong replied honestly, and the registration staff asked again: "Do you have any abilities?"

Chang Wenyong subconsciously thought of his own space, and when he hesitated, the registration staff said impatiently: "Yes, there is, if not, there is no, you don't want to hide it after thinking about it for so long!"

The registration officer interrupted him irritably: "When you enter the base, you have to hand over one-third of the supplies."

Saying that, staring at the backpack behind him, Chang Wenyong was stunned for a moment, and then shuddered and took out a bottle of water and a piece of bread from the backpack and handed them over.

The person who collected the materials directly pulled out the backpack and looked at it, then reached out and took out two bottles of water, and said angrily in Chang Wenyong's disbelieving eyes: "You still have a weapon that is also considered a material!, otherwise you hand over the crowbar, and I will return the water to you!"

Chang Wenyong suppressed the anger rising in his heart, smiled flatteringly, and entered the first room under the urging of the registration staff.

Two men stood at the door, batons in their hands, urging the survivors to separate and enter the room to strip and check.

Only those who have no wounds can enter the observation room, and those who have wounds enter another room for observation, and if the wounds turn black within two hours, they must be thrown out.

After Chang Wenyong stripped off and was examined, he was pushed into a small room, with an iron railing on the side of the corridor, somewhat like a prison, and the small room of less than ten square meters was crowded with people.

Chang Wenyong found a corner by the railing and squatted down, waiting quietly.

Outside the door were patrolmen with batons and soldiers armed with submachine guns.

The people around basically came in a group, some of them with the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and some people were numb and huddled in the corner with their things tightly hugged.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door, and screams erupted, attracting the survivors on both sides to look.

Chang Wenyong was instantly squeezed into the corner inside, and he could only see a little through the crowd.

I heard a mother and daughter being dragged out of a room.

The young girl clutched her right hand, her eyes glared at her in horror, and her hair and scalp were about to be ripped off.

She couldn't stop screaming and sobbing, and the mother on the side, crying and kneeling on the ground, grabbed her daughter's hair with both hands.

The baton in the hands of the patrol officer fell on the two mothers and daughters one by one, cursing: "What the hell, do you want to kill Lao Tzu?

The mother, seeing as if her daughter had been killed, stood up and was about to rush to the patrol, only to be knocked to the ground by the patrolman with a stick.

Beckoning, several other people came out and dragged the two away, and the patrol officer kicked them twice to vent their anger.

He turned his head and spat on it: "Damn, it's so unlucky! Look at it! Do you want to try it too!" he said,

and the baton in his hand slammed the iron railing.

The onlookers hurriedly turned around and found a place to squat, for fear of being targeted.

The excitement didn't make any splashes, and no one came out.

Chang Wenyong was in a heavy mood, and his intuition told him that this official base was not a good tree, but if he went out alone, he would definitely die.

He stared at the crowbar in his hand with a firm look in his eyes, he must go, but not now.

He thought of his son in Jingshi, hoping that he would still be alive, and that their father and son would meet again one day.

......

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In the blink of an eye, Chang Wenyong has been living in the official base of Mengshi for more than half a month.

On this day, he went out of the base as usual, and after a simple registration, he went out smoothly.

Turning around, I also deliberately took a long detour to an old community.

"Buckle, buckle, buckle"

After a rhythmic knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

Chang Wenyong skillfully handed in a package, and after the person inside stumbled to inspect it, he handed a transparent crystal nucleus out of the crack in the door.

Chang Wenyong smiled and put it away, and after the door was closed, he went to the next one.

You read that right, Chang Wenyong did the trick.

It is worthy of opening a supermarket for more than 20 years, and Chang Wenyong is really at home in business.

In the more than half a month since he came to the official base, he has gradually figured out some doorways.

Although the base is safe, ordinary people are not guaranteed except for being away from zombies.

You need to register when you enter and leave the base, and when you return to the base, you must hand over one-third of all the materials on your body.

This is a big burden for a lot of people, especially some of the Adept squads.

The crystal nucleus obtained by killing the zombies by himself has to hand over one-third, and the rest is not enough at all.

Chang Wenyong quietly made a deal with these people in private, and he only charged ten percent of the fee to transport the crystal nucleus in.

Many teams have approached him to cooperate, and some squads want to woo him, but the Adeptus squad must all be Adepts in order to register.

Abilities are extremely difficult to authenticate, and there's no way to pretend to be other abilities.

When a team with spatial abilities goes out of the base, they will send someone to supervise the whole process, in order to prevent illegal possession of materials.

That's why Chang Wenyong can do this business, but after doing it for more than a week, he feels that the risk is getting higher and higher.