"Hey, Han Feng, why are you here, what are the arrangements?" An Ying, who was resting in the bus, quickly stood up after finding Han Feng walking into the bus.

"No wonder the boy was staring at the wall with those eyes." Han Feng looked at the environment inside the medium-sized bus and couldn't help frowning.

All the available space inside the entire bus was occupied, and the survivors of the people in white were curled up one by one, resting on their seats, and the space was very cramped.

Only those fireteams with weapons were treated a little better, they could sleep on the floor in the middle aisle, and finally they could sleep lying down.

"An Ying, you and the members of these white-clothed men in the car will announce later, our evacuation team will be repaired in Fucheng for three days, and in these three days, all members will each have half a day to enter Fucheng to relax."

"What! Is this true? ”

After listening to Han Feng's decision, An Ying showed an incredible expression.

And those who were curled up in their seats to rest also opened their eyes.

"That's right, starting tomorrow, you arrange for them to go to the city in batches, twenty people a day, and let each of them go around the city." After finishing speaking, Han Feng looked at the members of the white-clothed people on the bus, and when he began to exchange his ears, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Those who arrange to enter Fucheng for repairs can receive two catties of flour from An Ying here on the same day, and you can use this flour to go to Fucheng to exchange for what you want." ”

Han Feng naturally understands that food is a hard currency in the last days, no matter where it is, it is impossible for any survivor force to refuse food, and the current food can be used as money.

"Great!"

"Long live Han Feng!"

When the members of the white-clothed people sitting on the medium-sized bus heard Han Feng personally say that each person could have two catties of flour, they immediately shouted excitedly, looking extremely excited, and faintly recognized Han Feng in their hearts.

Even Han Feng probably wouldn't know that he made such a small move, which made his favorability among the people in white rise sharply.

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When the first rays of sunlight in the morning, through the car window, hit Han Feng's face, he woke up leisurely and saw that Wang Yingyu had already brought the omelette and bread to the table and was setting up the tableware.

"Well, you woke up so early today."

Han Feng first rubbed his eyes and greeted Wang Yingyu with a smile.

To be honest, he is now somewhat accustomed to enjoying the breakfast prepared by Wang Yingyu every morning to start the day.

"Don't forget that we're going to visit the Fucheng Security Zone today."

Wang Yingyu helped Han Feng serve breakfast, and did not forget to remind today's itinerary.

"Don't worry, I'll remember it, after breakfast, you can go change your clothes and prepare." After Han Feng picked up the bread on the table, he looked at Wang Yingyu with a happy face, and shook his head helplessly.

When Wang Yingyu and Han Feng arrived at the passage connecting the security zone, they found that more than a hundred people were already queuing up to leave the security zone, waiting to be inspected by the garrison, and these survivors from the Fucheng security zone planned to enter the area to be cleared in search of any supplies that could be used.

"It turns out that there are so many people in the Fucheng security zone, and they have to queue up to leave the security zone to find supplies." Wang Yingyu was startled when she saw the crowd queuing in front of her, after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, it was the first time she saw so many people obeying the order and queuing up obediently.

In fact, when Han Feng and Wang Yingyu came to the passage, they were standing in front of the passage, and the soldiers from the Fucheng garrison also found them.

"Don't stand here, you two, go to the isolation room and get checked first."

A soldier wearing a black and green camouflage uniform, a pair of black military boots on his feet, and a miniature submachine gun on his shoulder, took the initiative to walk up to Han Feng, pointed to the tent on the left, and motioned for Han Feng to take the initiative to go for inspection.

At this time, a middle-aged woman in her fifties also walked towards Wang Yingyu and motioned for her to go to the tent on the right.

As soon as Han Feng saw this scene, he knew that this was going to be inspected in the city.

If ordinary survivors can only endure the discomfort, let these personnel in charge of inspection, like inspecting livestock, be searched all over the body without dead ends.

However, at this time, Han Feng took out a red cover certificate from his body and raised it in front of the soldier who guided him to check.

"Permit to enter the city!"

After the soldier found the red certificate raised by Han Feng, he took it suspiciously and looked through it, and found that it was indeed the certificate issued by the Fucheng Evolutionary Alliance Committee, and the guarantor of the certificate turned out to be Qiao Dongliang, who was in charge of the defense force.

"Since you have a permit to enter the city, then you don't need to check it, just go in."

After confirming the authenticity of the documents, the soldier raised his hand and let him go directly, allowing Han Feng and Wang Yingyu to pass through the passage into the city and enter the Fucheng security zone.

As soon as he walked into the Fucheng Security Zone, Han Feng discovered that the Survivor Alliance had taken great pains to ensure the safety of the inside of the Security Zone.

The nearest building was fifty meters away from the wall, and even if someone climbed over the wall of the area to be cleared and entered the safe zone, the soldiers of the garrison standing on the fence could easily spot the intruders and shoot them.

At this time, the doors of the shops have all been opened, and the owners of the shops have also stepped out of the shops, actively soliciting pedestrians on the road who look hurried, hoping that they can take a look at the shops.

"It seems that the business of these shops is not very good." Han Feng saw that most of the shopkeepers were disappointed and returned, and the pedestrians on the road basically hurriedly walked towards the passage of the area to be cleared, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

The quality of life for the survivors in these safe zones is not good, and most of them have to risk their lives every day to travel between the areas to be cleared and the safe areas in search of supplies that can be used in exchange for food.

"This beautiful sister, do you have time to visit my shop?"

Just as Han Feng was observing the scene around the street, a crisp children's voice sounded in Han Feng's ears.

A very cute little girl about six or seven years old appeared next to Wang Yingyu, her immature little hand gently pulled the corner of Wang Yingyu's clothes, and pointed to a small shop on the side of the road that looked like it was only ten square meters.

Wang Yingyu looked at the cute little girl who was pulling the corner of her clothes, smiled slightly at Han Feng, pointed to the mini shop with her finger, and motioned to follow the little girl to the shop to see what she could buy.