It's another day, it's already morning, the sunshine is still beautiful, but yesterday's heavy rain still makes this early winter weather surprisingly cool and slightly cold, which also makes people understand that winter has indeed come.
The airport trading point is still very lively, as if the silence under yesterday's heavy rain and today are two extremes.
At this time, the parking lot in front of the hotel is crowded with people, and survivors at various stalls are constantly surging enthusiastically.
It is the end of the world, so why not hurry up and work hard?
To prepare for survival is to seek death.
However, the aftereffects of yesterday's heavy rain still remain, and there are still many puddles and water stains on the ground, but it doesn't matter.
Most people have blocked the word clean in the apocalypse.
In order to survive, in the apocalypse under such conditions, who cares about cleanliness and filth, it is already very good to have enough to eat and drink.
Therefore, most survivors feel grateful and inexplicably afraid of the trading point, a magical existence that allows them to obtain food and water.
Most of the airport transaction points, which are like going to a market and temple fair, are in the parking lot in front of the hotel.
However, as the number of people at the transaction points increases, it can be clearly felt that this area is expanding, and stalls are set up in the parking lot.
The crowd has already moved towards the airport hall.
The most lively place at this time is still this place, after all, there are a lot of people, but everyone knows that if the trading point does not limit the number of people every day, then the people here will overflow the hotel.
The crowds of people walking around the entrance and periphery of the hotel were either coming back from outside or heading out to look for supplies.
Although the scattered crowds were not comparable to those before the apocalypse, they were still very large.
Suddenly, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and some people at the entrance to the trading point quickly dispersed to both sides, as if they encountered something that surprised them.
Following their gaze towards the road leading to the entrance of the trading point, a group of people were walking neatly and orderly from a distance.
The team's movements were very neat and standardized, and one could tell at a glance that their formation was different from ordinary survivor teams.
Although most people's costumes were very messy, it could still be seen from the attire of some people that they should all be soldiers.
As for this team of nearly twenty people, the most attractive thing is not their formation and identity.
After all, in this apocalyptic world with no rules, even if you were the King of Heaven before, no one would care about you.
Of course you have the strength and Things that humans need are another matter.
The crowds of people who dispersed to both sides looked at the firearms on their bodies.
These things were the key to making them fearful and nervous.
There were nearly twenty people in the team, and each one of them carried a rifle.
It was obvious at a glance that they were in the military style, and the leader, a middle-aged man, gave people an extraordinary power.
"People from the military government have also come to the trading point."
"Nonsense, the government doesn't need food, drink or resources in the last days.
The trading points have resources, of course they are coming."
"It seems that the government is not easy to mess with.
I saw so many spears at the trading point."
"Who says it's not the case?
It seems like there might be a conflict, so we'd better go further away."
"But the people at the trading point are not easy to mess with.
If the government wants to use force to snatch resources, it may not end well."
"Let's see first.
Are they coming here to seek trade cooperation or directly plundering violently?
If it's the latter, then we have to be careful.
However, maybe after both sides suffer, we can still get a share of the pie."
"You are so stupid.
If the trading point is destroyed by the ZF, who will you trade with in the future?
I will know these people are from the stronghold of China Textile City at a glance.
Look at what China Textile City looks like now.
How about a share of it?
Geng, are you stupid?"
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"Who are you talking about?"
"Tell me what's wrong with you" The crowd of people watching were talking very lively.
Everyone had their own thoughts, but they were very unified.
They all chose to watch first to see how it would develop.
Soon the leading man stood under the archway with the five characters "Airport Trading Point" written on it.
He stopped and stared at the sign in front of him.
As a man beside him was talking to him, he nodded and walked towards the hotel not far away. go.
Chen Cheng raised his legs and walked up the somewhat dirty steps.
He looked at the open door of the hotel and looked around.
The hotel doors looked a little different.
At a glance, you can see that the hotel's metallic silver door was installed later.
It is impossible for a business hotel to install such a fully enclosed door.
Looking at the door and the sign on the side that seemed to be the rules of the hotel's trading point, he thought in his mind, plus the clues and information provided to him by his subordinates who had already inquired about the trading point, he knew more or less what this trading point was.
Such existence.
"Trading point, have everything you want, but you have to abide by their rules and exchange what they need for equal value, interesting."
Chen Cheng thought to himself and walked towards the hotel door.
The crowd following him followed him quietly.
The vision dimmed slightly, and then immediately opened up.
The hotel lobby was quite a spacious space, and it was crowded with people.
You could see the coffee shops and leisure areas on both sides.
There were many people hugging each other, talking from time to time or trading supplies with each other. .
And a young man at the front desk in the middle is holding a game console, lowering his head and appearing to be playing a game.
The somewhat noisy crowd suddenly fell silent due to the sudden appearance of the man and the numerous gun-toting soldiers behind him, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Zhang Qingyang was playing the game console in his hand and was concentrating.
Suddenly, the quietness of the space made him react.
He looked up and saw a group of people in front of him.
Even at the trading point, the number of people was considered too many, let alone the money in their hands. firearms.
Although he was a little nervous, he was not afraid.
The gun was on the roof of the building.
He had seen too many things and was already a little numb.
However, he still has to do a good job in his responsibilities.
After all, this is the face of the trading point.
"The number has been taken, and there may be an additional number.
If you are interested, you can wait."
Zhang Qingyang took a deep look at the middle-aged man leading the crowd, and then continued to play the game with his head down.
He had blind confidence in the power of Jiang Shan and the trading point.
He believed that no one would come to kill him. , even if they have a lot of guns.
After all, Brother Long can’t even shoot through a pistol.
Then his brother-in-law, who is also Brother Long’s boss, will he be afraid of a pistol?
Chen Cheng looked at this young man.
He was originally cautious, but suddenly he became casual, which made him unable to react.
With so many brothers and so many firearms on my side, at least one person would be nervous or ask about the purpose of their visit.
After all, such firepower and power cannot be underestimated in the last days.
Chen Cheng suddenly felt that he had underestimated the trading point.
As a man with rich experience, he could tell that this young man seemed to be the manager of the trading point hall.
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He didn't seem to care about their team and equipment, and seemed to be very There is something to rely on.
Since you don't want to deal with it, take the initiative.
It's better to let things unfold than to have unpleasant things happen out of nowhere.
Chen Cheng thought for a while and then slowly said: "I am a government officer at the Textile City stronghold.
I am the person in charge of your trading point.
I hope you can report it."
Zhang Qingyang instantly raised his head and looked carefully at the man and the crowd behind him.
Only then did he realize that the aura of these people was indeed different from ordinary survivors.
Jiang Shan had already given him a task yesterday, and there might be a trading point recently.
Someone from the government will come.
If they come, come up and look for him.
Zhang Qingyang stood up and said hello: "You go to the rest area over there and sit for a while, I will go up and report."
Chen Cheng watched the young man running towards the elevator.
He also looked curiously and saw that the young man seemed to have got on the elevator, which made him very curious.
After looking around, the cafe and leisure area were already full of survivors who were looking at him curiously.
Chen Cheng led the team behind him and walked towards the front hall of the hall pointed by the young man.
There seemed to be a restaurant over there.
You can see the sign with the word "restaurant" hanging on the wall.
At a glance, he saw that he was just next to the coffee shop.
In a few steps, Chen Cheng walked to the restaurant where fitness equipment and billiard tables were placed, which is now the rest area.
He was about to sit down on a few rows of sofas next to it. , suddenly looked towards the side by the window.
A short-haired woman was holding a barbell on her shoulders, wearing fitness pants, and her huge butt was facing him.
She seemed to be doing squats at this time, which made him a little stunned
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