Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Shen Cong was sitting at the rear of the King Kong's roof. Under his buttocks were the sports seats that had been removed from the Hummer. The blower sent a cool breeze, making him very comfortable.

There is mineral water in a rhino horn cup, three mild sand pears in the fruit plate, and homemade parasols to block the sun.

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

There is still a breeze, and it doesn't feel too hot.

Today is August 26th, the 29th day 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 Fire in July, clothing in September has been fulfilled - the westward movement of Mars in July is a symbol of cooler weather; winter clothes will start to be made in September.

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 The King of Fighters 2020, and the voices came out from time to time, Gassy Root, Hadugen, and Gagabrugan.

With a last scream of ah, the opponent flew up.

K-O!

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

The group of survivors from Chaohu College came.

This is a group of young people with tattered clothes, unhealthy faces, and more or less numb eyes. A few people had sallow faces, and they looked sick, and two people had injuries to their legs and walked with a limp.

Far away from the King Kong, the group of people stopped, and then discussed in whispers for a while.

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

Obviously, the male should be Zhou Yajun, a very strong boy; the female is the teacher Wang Yingying, who is good-looking and about thirty years old.

Hello. Zhou Yajun approached the King Kong and began to say hello.

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

Zhou Yajun said: Teacher Wang and I were temporarily elected as managers, but we have a democratic voting system, and everyone votes together to decide everything.

Wang Yingying then said: May I ask who you are, and what do you need from us?

Shen Cong said: It doesn't matter who I am... What matters is that I plan to make a deal with you. You can choose to cooperate, refuse, or other options, but I hope the deal can go smoothly. He picked up a stone prepared at hand, and gently pinched it in front of the two of them.

Click, click.

Granite rocks, broken into powder.

This is a show of muscle. Of course, in the eyes of Zhou Yajun and Wang Yingying, it is undoubtedly a threat of death.

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

Thinking of the weird creatures they hunted, the two of them could easily guess that Shen Cong was probably the same as the blue-faced fangs one-eyed dragon back then, mutated, powerful and dangerous.

How can we believe what you said, what kind of deal do you plan to make with us? Wang Yingying asked after she calmed down.

It's very simple. Shen Cong pointed to the surrounding ruins, I need all kinds of supplies, but I'm too lazy to rummage through the ruins, so I plan to hire you to rummage, and come to me in exchange for food according to the value of the supplies you find , medicines, 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 will tell you when I need a deal, make a decision quickly, my time is not wasted.

Seeing this, Wang Yingying gritted her teeth and said: Okay, we agreed, but how to set the transaction price?

I have the final say.

It's not fair.

This world has never been fair. Shen Cong still said indifferently, But I will give it relative fairness... Have you seen my phone? If you find a phone that isn't broken, you can exchange it for it. A chocolate bar with a lot of calories.

...

Zhou Yajun and Wang Yingying returned to the ranks of survivors, and there was another round of whispering discussions. In the end, the twenty-one survivors, mainly students, accepted Shen Cong's employment and became a group of laborers, searching for various supplies that Shen Cong needed in the ruins.

Wang Yingying and Gao Miaoshu, another girl with a sallow complexion, were in charge of making contact.

More than 20 people, in order to obtain the food, medicine and information they needed, began to disperse to every corner of Bantang Town, turning over stones and searching for possible supplies.

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

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

It allows him to spend his time on other tasks. Now as long as the power is fully charged, Shen Cong will launch the wired drone into the air to take video images within the radius to ensure the safety of the labor collection team and the surrounding area.

Wang Yingying and Gao Miaoshu looked enviously at Shen Cong, sitting on such a luxurious and domineering chariot, leisurely holding a parasol, drinking water and eating pears, occasionally playing with notebooks and tablets, or rubbing Rubbing the phone, or even holding a slingshot, playing shooting games boringly.

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

A slingshot with twenty rubber bands can almost pierce the stone with ordinary small stones. If it hits a person, it will directly penetrate the hole.

Why are you so strong? Wang Yingying asked out of curiosity.

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

Then can you tell us some information that does not require transactions? Gao Miaoshu asked softly.

Slap!

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

Condescending, indifferent answer: Yes, the first message, you are very lucky to survive, danger is everywhere. The second message, it is right not to believe in survivors, many survivors are not good people. Ning Wai, if You work hard, and before I leave, I will introduce you to a place where there are a group of survivors who are not so bad.

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

Shen Cong didn't answer: This is transaction information.

Gao Miaoshu said in a weak tone: Is this also transaction information? Why do you like doing transactions so much? Now is a time of disaster. Don't you even have basic sympathy?

With childish thoughts, Shen Cong didn't even have the interest to talk to him, so he picked up the binoculars and began to inspect the surroundings.

Seeing that Shen Cong didn't speak, Gao Miaoshu said again: Isn't it true that you can't sympathize with us for the sake of everyone being affected by the disaster? I don't want your food or drink, and you don't even want to ask for news. Pay, how can this happen?

Wang Yingying grabbed Gao Miaoshu: Xiao Gao, stop talking.

Mr. Wang, am I wrong?

Xiao Gao, listen to the teacher, sit here and rest. Wang Yingying pulled Gao Miaoshu aside, then turned around and shouted at Shen Cong, I'm sorry, Xiao Gao is still young, please forgive me for saying something wrong ...don't know what your name is?

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

...

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

Wind blowing, active corrosion, blisters, not much good left.

Represented by Wang Yingying and Zhou Yajun, they came to discuss the exchange with Shen Cong, while the other survivors gathered around and raised their opinions.

Food, although they don't have much, but relying on the evolutionary fish they hunt, they can still eat a few meals.

Medicine, this is something they urgently need, but apart from the medicine for treating trauma, they don't know what kind of medicine those sick students should take.

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

Shen Cong was speechless, with a cold tone: I'm not a doctor.

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

After exchanging medicines, it is the turn of information exchange.

According to the value of the information you ask, I will weigh how to change it. Shen Cong made a rule, and the rule is that everything is up to him.

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

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