Chapter 1524 "So Damn Handsome!"

The sun is like a meteorite with residual blood, slowly falling towards the horizon, and the afterglow casts a thick shadow on the high walls of the apocalyptic city.

The trading market wall looks even more majestic and lonely under the setting sun.

Outside the wall, the black asphalt ground has been cracked by the sun and has countless slender lines, like wrinkles on the earth, which have carried too much weight and years.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, groups of survivors trotted towards the gate of the trading market.

Among the crowd, there was a small team running a little slower. One of them seemed to have been injured outside and was lame. There were team members on his left and right sides to support him.

The man with an injured leg was not carrying anything on his back, nor was the team member who was supporting him carrying anything.

All the belongings of the three of them were carried by the other four.

They had already run onto the black asphalt road, less than 800 meters away from the gate of the trading market.

The leader, a muscular man, looked at the gate of the trading market not far away, and while running, he asked a man behind him: "Nandou, what time is it?"

Nandou looked at his watch and discovered that the dial of the watch had broken and the hands on it no longer moved.

He smiled wryly, raised his head, looked at the muscular man and replied:

"Huh... Brother Sha, my watch is broken. Maybe it was damaged because we ran away from the zombies too fast when we came out of the crematorium just now."

Brother Sha frowned when he heard this and sighed:

"We can't do it without a watch. We can't keep track of the time. We may not be able to rush back to the trading market in time. We have to think of a way to get one in the trading market."

Perhaps it was because they had arrived outside the trading market and there were more and more people around them. The pace of those around them was not too fast, which made them feel more relieved.

Although they don't know the time, others definitely know the time. Since no one is in a hurry, this means that there is still some time before the trading market closes.

Nandou slowed down and said to Brother Sha:

"In the commercial area of ​​the trading market, shop No. 34 is a grocery store. There seems to be mechanical watches for sale there."

"How many points?" Brother Sha asked.

Nandou quickly replied:

"The cheapest one costs 2 points, and the most expensive one I saw costs 20 points."

Brother Sha weighed the contents of the package on his back.

"I'll go to the crematorium tomorrow and dismantle the generator. I should be able to exchange a lot of points for that generator."

It's the sixth year of the end of the world, and most of the places with abundant supplies have already been searched.

Food factories, supermarkets, and residential buildings have all been searched.

Only places like hospitals and schools have relatively few people. These places have a high concentration of zombies, and there are many zombies hiding inside.

Moreover, places like hospitals are particularly spooky, and mutated zombies such as wall-climbing zombies especially like to stay in it. Therefore, survivors who are not strong enough usually do not dare to take the risk of breaking into places like this.

On the contrary, in a place of no value like a crematorium, very few humans set foot to search.

Although there is indeed nothing valuable inside, because few survivors have entered, some useful things can be found inside.

For example, today, they found a few bottles of liquor in a corner. I wonder if the corpse carrier inside needed to drink a few sips when carrying the corpse in order to increase his courage.

All in all, the trip to the crematorium was worthwhile.

The group of people walked under the wall of the trading market and saw a huge clock in the center of the gate of the trading market.

The time shown above is: 17:29.

call--

There's still half an hour left.

There is still plenty of time!

They breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, there was a roar of cars in the distance.

Rumble——

I saw a mighty motorcade galloping from a distance.

Most of them were trucks, and the trucks were full of stuff, but the trucks were covered by tarps so they couldn't see clearly what was inside.

There are two sidecar motorcycles at the front of the team. This type of motorcycle is also called a sidecar or a sidecar. It is a special type of motorcycle that is characterized by an extra seat next to the main seat. Often called a sidecar.

Each of the two sidecar motorcycles has a machine gun installed on the side seat.

The person sitting on the seat wore a black helmet, sunglasses, and scarf, and placed his hands on the machine gun, maintaining a posture ready to shoot at any time.

The end is cool and powerful!

The survivors in the queue turned their heads and watched the convoy approach.

"So damn handsome!"

"What's in this truck? Such a big truck."

"Don't worry so much, step aside and stop blocking their way."

Cao Le, who is responsible for inspecting the entrance to the trading market, arranged two lanes in advance to allow the convoy coming from the headquarters base to enter.

Didi——

Suddenly a truck stopped at the gate, the window rolled down, and a head poked out.

"Old Cao." Xiao Hu waved towards Cao Le at the door.

Cao Le smiled and waved, then pointed inside.

Xiao Hu knew that he was very busy now, so he didn't waste time by talking nonsense, so he asked the driver to drive into Wengcheng.

Time passes slowly.

5:45.

There are still 15 minutes until the market closes.

The gate of the trading market always closes on time at six o'clock in the evening.

Once it reaches six o'clock in the evening, the city gates must be closed.

Anyone who arrives at the gate at 6pm in the evening will enter the city without queuing.

But if the gate is closed after 6pm, it will not open no matter how many seconds late you are.

Chu Juan and others who came down from Jigong Mountain finally ran to the outside of the trading market, 1 kilometer away from the gate.

Chu Juan glanced at her watch and shouted to the people behind her:

"There are still 15 minutes, everyone run!"

The young men and women behind Chu Juan, each carrying a huge basket, ran madly towards the gate of the trading market.

According to their original plan, they didn't have to rush.

But when digging the giant wild yam, it took too much time, which made the return time a bit tight.

After their crazy running, they finally arrived at the gate after 6 minutes.

Arriving at the gate, it was safe, which meant that they didn't have to spend the night outside tonight.

Since the appearance of the wall-climbing zombies, no survivor was willing to stay outside to spend the night in the trading market.

Wang Yongzhen was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, making a sound like a broken bellows.

He bent over, supporting his knees with both hands.

Pah pah pah!

As he bent over, the wild yams in the basket behind him fell out.

These three wild yams were as thick as fists, and one was nearly 40 cm.

The moment they fell out, some survivors who knew the goods exclaimed.

"Wow! Such thick wild yams, you are rich."

"Where did you dig the wild yams?"

"Did you dig them nearby?"

Hearing many people asking where they dug them from, Wang Yongzhen's face changed.

He did not answer their questions.

These wild yams were the items they exchanged for points, life-saving things, how could they easily tell others.

If they told them, they would have to compete with others when they went to that place to dig wild yams later.

Liu Zhuangshi and two other sports students protected Chu Juan and Wang Yongzhen behind them.

This was outside the trading market, and they were afraid of being robbed by others.

Although few people dare to rob openly outside the trading market, it is not as safe as in the trading market.

As long as they enter the trading market, their property and personal safety can be guaranteed.

Cao Le at the door looked at the time. There were only five minutes left until six o'clock, so he shouted to the team members who were doing a rough inspection at the door: "Let them in first, and then check them inside."

Then he picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it.

"No need to queue up, hurry in."

"Go in, why are you still standing, don't you want to go in?"

"Move, hurry up!"

Hundreds of people who were originally standing outside the door lined up and ran inside.

Outside the gate of the trading market, it was empty in an instant.

Cao Le looked at his watch, and from time to time he looked up to compare the time on the big clock above the gate.

There were only three minutes left.

Suddenly, a man appeared in the distance.

He was carrying a huge package and running towards the gate at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Cao Le frowned and cursed in his heart:

"Damn it! Why do people challenge their limits every day? They are just bored! Damn it!"

The gate of the trading market is scheduled to close at six o'clock, so it must be closed at six o'clock.

If the gate is closed one minute later for one person, it will give all other survivors a feeling that they can come in even if they beg for mercy one or two minutes later.

That will be a big trouble.

A delay of one minute is OK, two minutes is OK, and if it drags on, it will become a delay of half an hour.

And the more serious consequence is that if there is one, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three.

The survivors behind have no time alarm in their minds, thinking that they can enter the trading market no matter how late it is. One day when it is dark, a survivor wants to come in, and at this time, countless zombies are chasing him from the dark.

If you have compassion and open the door, it will cause the gate to fall.

So, this hole cannot be opened.

Once it is six o'clock in the evening, the door must be closed.

No matter how much you beg for mercy, kneeling on the ground and crying, it is useless.

There was still one minute before the gate was closed, and Cao Le saw that man was still sprinting.

The barricades, retractable railings and other things outside the gate had been moved into the trading market.

He and the guards stood behind the gate, watching the madly running man rushing over.

The distance was only about 200 meters.

He looked at his watch, there were 30 seconds left,

It would take some time to close the gate, so he picked up the intercom to contact the guards above.

"Close the gate!"

"Yes."

Ding Ding Ding - Ka Ka Ka -

The sound of the mechanical wheel turning was mixed with the sound of the iron chain pulling.

A heavy steel plate cement door appeared on both sides of the gap of more than 20 meters. This door was connected up and down and driven by roller skating.

The man with a huge package on his back became even more crazy when he saw the gate start to close.

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Swish!

He jumped in like an elk, running through the nearly 2-meter-wide gap in the gate.

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Bang!

The gate of the trading market slammed shut!

The two doors were inlaid and closed, and this inlaid closure can achieve 100% no gaps.

Plop!

The backpack man who ran in at the speed of life and death fell to the ground. He was lying on the ground with the huge package on his back, like a dead body.

If it weren't for the violent rise and fall of his chest, you couldn't tell that this man was still alive.

He was panting heavily, using his nose and mouth, with his tongue slightly sticking out, panting like a dog.

Some survivors inside seemed to know him, watching him panting like a dead dog, and making fun of him.

"Hey! Isn't this Lao Wang? Are you here to challenge the speed of life and death again today?"

"Lao Wang is stuck again today, awesome!"

"Lao Wang, tell me if you robbed someone else's things, and someone was chasing you from behind, so you ran in at the right time?"

Lao Wang, lying on the ground, wanted to fight back against the ridicule, but he ran too fast and was short of breath, so he couldn't speak at all at this time.

He had to wave his hand helplessly, "Go away. Fuck you. Huhuhuhuhu."

Cao Le looked at this old man. This guy should be the third time this week that he ran in at such a tight time.

Fuck, he always does this!

Sooner or later, the gate will pinch you to death!

The two gates are not equipped with anti-pinch systems. Tens of tons of force pressing down are enough to squeeze you in half.

Cao Le frowned and walked to Lao Wang, "Come in earlier next time. You have to rush like this. If you are pinched to death by the gate next time, no one will save you."

As the captain of the guard at the gate of the trading market, it is good enough for him to remind a level 5 survivor like this.

Lao Wang stretched out his hand and clasped his fists, "I huhu, I can't help it, thank you."

Cao Le was about to ask why, but he gave up when the words came to his lips.

He was too lazy to know.

Afterwards, the people who entered the trading market continued to be inspected.

After the inspection, they entered the trading market one after another.

A team entered the trading market, and they all carried baskets on their backs.

The dim yellow street lights of the trading market have been turned on, and the sky is light blue with a little red.

They looked at the high walls around them, and the guards on the walls looked particularly majestic in the dim light.

The lights of the trading market gradually lit up, and the orange-yellow lanterns reflected a warm light, comforting these tired people.

All this in front of them gave them an inexplicable sense of security.

Once they arrived at the trading market, they were safe.

Chu Juan and others who had just run into the trading market were sweating.

A breeze came.

The evening breeze took away the sweat on their bodies and brought coolness.

Bringing relaxation, their muscles seemed to relax a lot.

Chu Juan smiled at the corners of her mouth and glanced at the students behind her.

"Let's go, let's exchange points."

"Okay, exchange points!" Everyone cheered and surrounded Professor Chu and walked towards the commercial district.

Along the way, they laughed and talked, with smiles on their faces.

On this day, they climbed over mountains and crossed ridges, risking the danger of encountering zombies in the valley, to collect these wild fruits and other foods.

Tired? Of course they were tired.

Dangerous? Definitely dangerous!

But as long as there is a harvest, everything is worth it.

They are very satisfied. The twin giant wild yams are like a ray of light that can make them happy for a long time.

(Seeking monthly tickets)