The underground gathering place was a tavern.
Zhao Qian was sitting on the edge of the dilapidated bar, chatting with the bartender again and again.
In fact, he was relying on the opportunity of refilling one cup after another to listen to or manipulate some people's words.
It was very vague, but very purposeful.
But in the eyes of the drunkards in the tavern at the underground gathering place, this usually taciturn Asian was a little too generous.
I only heard that he completed the task assigned by his superiors and received a reward.
Food, medicine, clean water and a brand new gun that the food collection team found from a nearby gas station.
"No more?"
Zhao Qian took a sip of the dry wine in the cup.
To be honest, the craftsmanship in this thing is actually worse than the craftsmanship in small workshops in reality.
After all, it's just brewed with some edible plants, which is too bad.
But very expensive.
With the relatively bright waxworm lamp hanging above his head, he glanced at the guy who was clinking glasses with him.
The last person.
But he didn't get what he wanted from these scattered pieces of information.
Garage for the grain collection team and a place to store gasoline.
The money that no one inherited from Old Ivan has been spent.
In fact, most of it is some canned hawkfish that is about to expire.
The canned fruit that I often hear mentioned by the old guy is probably in the hands of some people in the name of distribution. inside.
Fortunately, Zhao Qian didn't care.
Shaked his head.
The old bartender could understand the little guy in front of him who was eager to find another job that could fill his stomach.
"I'm sorry, Lee."
He said, causing many of the drinkers present to raise their glasses to the young man who invited them to drink.
It's a bit troublesome.
Keep quiet.
Zhao Qian sat there.
Without any transportation, it would take at least two weeks to walk to the next gathering place.
The cars that existed before Judgment Day have become increasingly rare and have become a must-have strategic tool in every gathering place.
Then he carefully sorted out what these drinking guys revealed intentionally or unintentionally.
Still seemed clueless.
Especially in this gathering place where outsiders and locals collaborate, overt and covert intrigues are everywhere.
Perhaps the original leader of this air raid shelter did not think of this problem when he accepted the group of outsiders.
Lighting tools began to be replaced by flammable waxworms that were increasingly available and bright, and people began to accept the good and bad brought by some new mutant creatures.
And the underground town itself also laid the foundation for the most dangerous division of labor arranged by the group of outsiders.
The group of refugees who had just arrived at the gathering place with only weapons and transportation had to be controlled by the temporary high-level officials of this town for various reasons such as food security and shelter.
They are forced or prompted to go to the dangerous surface to collect food, water, remnants of modern civilization or useful things.
But now, decades later, that group of people seems to be fighting against the people who oppressed them.
In fact, outsiders are becoming more and more powerful.
Because they have guns, food to eat, young girls, and vehicles to drive.
"I see."
Zhao Qian stood up helplessly.
In other words, he never expected that outsiders would hide information about their foundation so well.
There was an extra book in the ticket, which now seems to be the most valuable thing in the harvest, a leather-covered notebook belonging to Old Ivan, which contains some places he visited and what he saw when he was young.
But now, I can't go anywhere.
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You know, there are a lot of Terminators and mutant creatures out there.
Every time a food-gathering convoy came back, it was bound to bring back many injured people who could still be saved.
This news only made Zhao Qian's plan more difficult.
If he guessed correctly, the next mission would most likely have something to do with going outside.
By then, it will probably be too late.
Just as he was about to walk out of the tavern, someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.
"First, sir, I just need a can."
Zhao Qian looked at this little girl with blond hair who looked a little timid.
There were still a few stains on her face that could not be washed away.
"Girl, this is not the place you should be."
The bartender wiped the wine glass with a rag in an orderly manner and said.
This is one of the few rules here, otherwise the tavern would have been a mess.
"Liao Sha, if it's your mother, we don't mind."
A man said in the bustling tavern, which soon elicited several chuckles from all men.
Men who can spend money in the pub more or less know this girl's mother.
A young widow who has fled here with her daughter, what else can she do besides selling her only possessions?
Zhao Qian looked at her, causing the little girl to lower her head unnaturally, not daring to look at him.
It was only her first time.
Compared with the women outside who were already wearing heavy makeup, she was still as green and ignorant as a flower.
Shaked his head.
Her mother protected her too well, or left her with a lot of hope and innocence.
Taking out the corner of his clothes, Zhao Qian walked towards the door without looking back.
He actually didn't have many supplies on him.
Except for the things he brought, he had to spend every penny on the blade.
The girl looked at the mocking faces around her and the drunken salivation hidden in those eyes, as if she was instinctively aware of fear.
He seemed to be running away and kept up with Zhao Qian who was going out.
"Sir, sir, really, just a Tylenol."
Her voice was muffled by the female voice outside the door.
Women like butterflies smelling pollen gathered around Zhao Qian, the man who had spent a week's worth of food for his family in the tavern today. .
They tried their best to show off their attractive figures, soft voices, or simply use the two soft masses on their chests to prove something to themselves.
To no avail.
This expressionless Oriental Asian coldly rejected all the invitations of beauty, and walked into a newly dug alley with the envious eyes of some passers-by.
People in the gathering place dug out rooms one by one based on the walls on both sides of the lane.
After decades of construction, everything is ready.
Including a gathering plaza based on the large open area formerly occupied by the shelter.
"Sir, really, as long as" Liao Sha was panting and chased Zhao Qian without stopping.
His steps also seemed to stumble because he had not eaten enough for a long time.
Finally, at a corner, I cried out after losing sight of anyone.
Can't keep up.
"Say it."
Looking at the girl squatting on the ground crying, in the deserted environment, a certain boy stood in front of her again.
"What" The girl said in a panic.
Some of the emotions on her face were real, such as the sadness just now.
Maybe she really has a mother lying dying in a hospital bed "Who asked you to come?"
Zhao Qian asked.
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He never doubts the intelligence of everyone he comes into contact with, such as this little Liuying who is doing business for the first time.
Maybe other travelers might consider themselves lucky, but Zhao Qian believed even more that someone discovered the scene that he didn't handle very well.
It might be the big dog, or it might be the remains of the T800.
No one knows how much the other party knows about themselves, and there are definitely some people in this area who have spies.
For example, the bartender who was making some gestures and pretending to go to the wine cellar to get some wine.
The other party definitely knew something, otherwise he wouldn't have given me so many things when he came back to hand over the task.
"What you know."
The muzzle of the gun was magnified in the eyes of this girl who had seen countless weapons.
Death threats.
"A gentleman came to my house and said that as long as I give you this note, I can save my mother."
The girl said, her cowardice clearly revealed, but it seemed that it could not save her life.
The note was taken out of the dirty skirt pocket.
The pistol that was once Li's treasure was pressed against her forehead.
A moment of coldness.
Zhao Qian reached out to take it and looked at it by the light of the waxworm burning on the roadside on the left.
A somewhat detailed hand-drawn small map.
It seemed that he was involved in something terrible.
After standing there for a long time, Zhao Qian seemed to think for a while, looking at the little girl in front of him who was being taken advantage of.
Put the gun away again.
"Let's go."
He said, his voice a little loud in the empty alleyway.
"Where to go" From her naive point of view, her mission was completed, and her mother should be treated.
I have never considered the principle that people who have lost their role have no value.
Zhao Qian obviously knew the darkness inside this.
She was abandoned, ever since she clung to herself.
Those people definitely knew this little girl's character.
Medicines have always been a luxury product in the apocalyptic world.
Who would use what is increasingly lacking on a person who has no value anymore?
"Go to your house."
The boy said, his indifferent expression seemed to make the girl think of something for a moment, and she blushed with embarrassment
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