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    "Benzhu, Huzi, didn't I look great just now?" At this time, Hong Tao had driven the carriage to the east side of the traffic hub building, and casually called a resident who was poking around, asked him to help feed the horse, and then took the lead in lifting two big bags  He walked towards the door of the building, showing off to the two silent subordinates as he walked.

    "It's so awesome. When the armored vehicle from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came, my calf twisted. The barrel of the machine gun and the arm were thick! Brother Shu, you have some face the pretty girl in black is the minister, right?"

    Bungy has a dark face and doesn't say a word, he just looks simple and honest on the outside, but in fact he has a lot of brains.  Through the two incidents just now, I already have some ideas in my heart, knowing that this move is not for the elderly, and it may be more dangerous than running a long distance.

    Shen Wansan is the real fool, with nothing but blood boiling in his head, carrying the bedroll and chasing after Hong Tao, his black face turned red with excitement.  In his opinion, there is no danger at all in this trip, as long as you follow the boss closely, anyone who comes in front has to give way obediently.

    "That's necessary. If I hadn't saved it back thenDamn it, is this a place where people live? It's not afraid of fire! Stop, stop, put things back in the car, I really can't bear it  !"

    In fact, most of the time, people like Shen Wansan are more pleasing, at least they can make people feel happy.  Just as Hong Tao wanted to make it bigger, he stopped abruptly, stood at the position where he had just entered the building door, looked left and right, shrugged his nose and gritted his teeth, finally did not go in, and backed away again.  out.

    The corridors are dark In fact, it is normal. Even if the East Asian Union has its own power plant, which can provide relatively stable electricity, it is impossible to waste it all in the refugee settlements. Not only are there no lights in the corridors during the day, but also at night.

    But it's not right to smell the stinking and stinky smell.  A hundred and ten meters downstairs is not only a row of brand-new dry toilets, but twice a day, morning and evening, there must also be refugees pushing manure trucks to collect manure from house to house, free of charge.

    ? They will gather the manure to fertilize it, and then sell it to farmers in the safe area in the north of the city.  Even though the work is inconspicuous and dirty, the income is not low, and the most important thing is stability.  Anyone can not buy things, but who can not eat?  As long as you eat, you have to eat, it's only right and proper!

    Looking carefully at the inside of the corridor, the originally wide passageway has been piled up with all kinds of debris, even the windows are blocked, leaving only a gap in the middle where the two barely pass each other.

    Hong Tao can tolerate poor environment, such as sleeping in the open, or even sleeping in the ruins of a building wrapped in a leather jacket, but he really can't tolerate mess and danger anytime and anywhere.

    If there is a child who hates it as much as I did when I was a child, with a little flame, there will be nothing left for the hundreds of people in the building, and they will all become barbecues.  Especially the residents living on the fourth floor have no place to run except jumping off the building, such as themselves!

    "Crack bang, bang, bang" What should I do?  Hong Tao had a way, drove the carriage to the middle of the small concave square, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and fired three shots at the sky.

    The sound of the pistol is not very loud, even a .45 caliber pistol is not much louder than a smashing gun.  But this small square is surrounded by four-story buildings on three sides, which plays a role in sound amplification. Not only the people living in the building can hear it, but even the people who set up stalls at the intersection can hear it.

    "My name is Hong Tao, and I'm also Yu Luo. Some people may know me, and some people may not. Whether you know me or not, you should know me by now. Whoever is in charge here will come down immediately and discuss things Five minutes, just wait five minutes,  If no one comes down, I will set fire to this building and never come down again!"

    After firing the gun, Hong Tao was still standing on the carriage showing off his might, with his hips crossed and his horn on his throat, screaming. While shouting, he reached out and took out a round thing from his pocket and held it in his hand.  According to the photo, it was a grenade!

    "This is not a hillside prairie pasture, this is a building. Are you not afraid of fire or illness when you live like this? If you are not afraid, then there is no need to set up a stall to do business and make money. Death from burning or illness is no more comfortable than dying from starvation!

    They are newcomers and don't know the rules. You came from the old safe zone, don't you understand these things?  Quickly organize people to clean up the corridors, and put them in the basement if you really don't want to throw them away.  "

    This move worked quite well, and three men came out of the building door after a while, followed by five or six figures.  But not all of them came over, only three men approached the carriage, and before they opened their mouths to introduce themselves, they were slammed.

    "Mr. Hong, Mr. Hong, please calm down. I am Tao Wei, a family member of Feihu Construction Company. Thanks to Brother Feihu's attention, I have been arranged to take up some small responsibilities." The two immigration leaders from Xinjiang and the province may not have figured out the situation,  The reaction was a little slow, and the middle-aged man who was a little bald was quite smooth, and he gave his name while taking out a cigarette.

    "Sun Feihu is here too.??, and it is also the lowest level among demon slayers.

    Possesses the memory of the previous life.

    He is also very familiar with Zhenmensi's environment.

    It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

    Unlike other places full of chills in Zhenmusi, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Zhenmusi.

    At this time, the attic door was open, and people occasionally came in and out.

    Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

    Enter the attic.

    The environment has changed in vain.

    A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed to his face, making his brows furrowed instinctively, but then relaxed quickly.

    There is almost no way to clean off the bloody smell on everyone in Zhenmusi.  </div&gt
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