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Chapter 545: Eighty percent of the food

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    The winter in the north is destined to be unusual. Even during the day, there are low temperatures of more than minus 20 degrees. As far as the eye can see, it is full of snow.

    The Daqingshan gathering place is located in the hinterland of Daqingshan Mountain, surrounded by majestic mountains on three sides, enclosing a huge plain in the middle for the survivors to live on. In front of the gathering place is a road with a width of more than 20 meters.  , a ravine nearly ten meters deep, there is no way to enter the gathering place except for a seemingly explained wooden bridge above.

    "Captain Chen, there are survivors ahead!"

    At the head of the wooden bridge, a thin man in a tattered cotton coat was sitting cross-legged on a two-meter-high watchtower made of wood.

    He held the camouflage-colored military binoculars in front of his eyes, shouting excitedly.

    In his sight, two dilapidated small cars were slowly driving towards the gathering place in the snow.

    "Damn it, I finally made me wait!"

    A strong man came out from under the watchtower cursing. Before he could say anything, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew by. The man couldn't help but sneezed, and hurriedly tightened his cotton-padded jacket.

    "Damn it, where are the survivors!" the man yelled at the skinny man on the observation deck.

    "I'll be here soon, Brother Feng."

    The skinny man jumped down from the watchtower like a monkey, and handed the binoculars to Brother Feng with a flattering face.

    Brother Feng casually picked up the binoculars, put it on his forehead and looked forward. Sure enough, two old cars were slowly driving towards them. Looking at the deep wheel marks, there must be a lot of good things inside.

    "Let me come out to work! A fat sheep is coming!"

    Brother Feng kicked fiercely towards the observation deck next to him.

    "Bang!"

    With a loud noise, the observation tower made entirely of solid wood was kicked by Brother Feng a few times, and almost fell down.

    "Brother Feng's strength has increased again." Seeing this, the skinny man hurriedly began to flatter him.

    "Of course, Lao Tzu is now a first-level evolutionary!" Feng Ge said arrogantly.

    There are 300,000 survivors in the Daqingshan gathering place, and less than 1,000 people who have evolved at the first level. Of course, he is qualified to be arrogant.

    "Brother Feng, could it be them who are the third masters?" They have been out for nearly half a month, even if they die, how many of them have to come back?

    Five or six men in ragged padded jackets or military overcoats hurried out from under the watchtower, and just now looked at Brother Feng enviously.

    "Come back! Du Yongsan, who is so ugly, wants to be on an equal footing with the first and second bosses? I don't think he even knows how he died!"

    Brother Feng spat on the ground and said indifferently.

    "Hey, that's right, just because he found some supplies, he wants to be the third child of our gathering place. I think he is whimsical!"

    "I haven't come back after going out for more than half a month. I must have been killed by the fucking zombies. I really thought that the head of the family sent him out to collect supplies. With only a few weapons, I don't know how to kill them."

    A few people discussed without taboo, and while talking, the two cars had come to the front of the wooden bridge.

    "Bamboo pole, shoot me twice and remind them!" Brother Feng said greedily, looking at the two cars.

    "okay!"

    The skinny man swung the rifle on his back to his chest. Judging by his familiar appearance, he should have fired a lot.

    "Da da da¡­¡­"

    The gunshots sounded suddenly, especially piercing in the valley surrounded by tornadoes.

    "Damn it, how many times have I told you, shoot and stay away from me."

    Brother Feng clapped his buzzing ears in dissatisfaction, and slapped the skinny man far away.

    "Be careful next time, be sure to pay attention." The skinny man grinned for a while when he was photographed, but he still nodded and bowed his head trying to show a smile.

    "Once? Next time I'll just throw you down!"

    Brother Feng pointed to the deep ditch in front of him, ignored the skinny man, and looked at the two cars parked in the middle of the bridge that had been frightened by the gunshots.

    "Brothers, give it to me! Remember, food costs 80%, weapons are confiscated, women"

    "How about a woman?" A man with a wretched face stepped forward and said with a lewd smile.

    "Woman? Of course it's for us to have a good time!"

    Brother Feng showed a lewd smile on his face, screamed strangely and rushed towards the two cars with a few of his men.

    "Squeak~~

    theThe icy car door was pushed open, and a thin man with glasses and a dirty down jacket staggered down.

    Suddenly exposed to the cold air outside, a white mist immediately covered the glasses. The man only saw a few blurred figures rushing over, and hurriedly wiped his glasses, the man said cautiously.

    "Excuse me, is this the Daqingshan gathering place? We heard that survivors can be accommodated here"

    "Nonsense, of course it is the gathering place of Daqingshan, can't you see such a big sign!"

    Brother Feng casually put his rifle on his shoulder, and pointed proudly at a huge signboard hanging on the bridge head behind him, with the words "Daqingshan Gathering Place" crookedly written on it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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