The survivors of Los Angeles in the following days were in full swing, the recruits continued to train, train and train, the south has been recovered, but Yang Lin wants more, not to mention the north, the land on the west coast Yang Lin will not allow any forces to touch, in addition, Yang Lin is even ready to go to war with forces such as the Freedom Guard, Dennis found a pre-apocalyptic ammunition depot in Los Angeles, which provides sufficient ammunition for the training of soldiers.

In addition, the training of the workers is also carried out continuously, and survivors such as Parker Jr. work very hard to learn the skills, because their master has the right to expel from the academy, and once they are expelled, they only have the possibility of doing manual work or continuing to be ordinary survivors, in which case they do more than others and eat less than others, and no one wants to live such a life.

It can be said that the whole of Los Angeles is full of vitality, and the farmers in the suburbs have also increased their passion for reclaiming wasteland, because Yang Lin issued an order to speed up production, and 20% of the income from production goes to personal income, which ignites the enthusiasm of these farmers for production.

Los Angeles is thriving, but Las Vegas in the desert to the east is still so lifeless, and there are few survivors in the huge city, because Francis does not allow ordinary survivors to enter Las Vegas.

The avenue of Las Vegas is still as lifeless as when Yang Lin came half a year ago, but fortunately, it is now the end of spring, and the temperature in Las Vegas is lower in the morning and late at night, and the temperature at other times is no longer acceptable to the survivors, so now there are almost no survivors freezing to death, in the past winter, tens of thousands of survivors around Las Vegas froze to death, even so, these survivors still have no intention of leaving Las Vegas.

Benin is a middle-aged man in his fifties, before the end of the world he was a good entrepreneur and investor, he usually held a meeting, and then got together with his family, and then spent a vacation with his lovers and so on, Benin once planned to spend a while longer, when the body is really not good, he will give his lovers a breakup fee, and then spend his old age or something, but an end of the world changed everything, and now Benin has lost everything, including his family.

In the cold wind of the early morning, Benin tightened his tattered clothes, the skinny Benin now looks like an old man who is about to die, he looks like a skeleton, Benin rubs his belly that is constantly wailing, he doesn't know where his breakfast is, Benin doesn't know why he wants to stay in this seemingly hopeless Las Vegas, but there are hundreds of thousands of people crowded here, he is also crowded here, Benin can't see any hope in the last days.

Piles of survivors began to gather, they were armed with simple weapons, they planned to go to the desert to hunt the weaker evolutionary scorpions or lizards, which were their important food source, although people died in the desert every day, but there were still countless survivors eager to join such a team, because only by joining such a team, they would have the possibility of eating enough and accumulating some food.

Benin also longed to join such a team, but without exception, his scrawny body was rejected again and again, and Benin had to pick up discarded scorpion shells or lizard skins to survive.

"Damn God, can't you just open your eyes and see my miserable condition, and then help me?" Benin complained, and then began to move step by step, hoping to find some garbage to see if it could be eaten, in the long term

Benin's chronic hunger has made it impossible for Benin to even walk briskly, and there are many elderly survivors like Benin who are struggling to survive.

Suddenly, Benin saw a group of people in a small tent in front of him, muttering and muttering to himself, their eyes flickering, as if they were watching for something, which successfully attracted Benin's attention.

"Maybe you can mix it up for breakfast," Benin rubbed his belly, soothed his tumbling stomach, and thought in his heart, what is breakfast before the end of the world? In Benin's eyes, even a million dollars are just a blink of an eye and a hands-on thing, but now Benin can fight for his life for a breakfast.

Benin staggered over, but before he could enter the tent, he caught the attention of a young survivor in the tent, "Hey, I said old fellow, don't look for trouble, get out of here, or I promise you'll be in trouble!" The ragged young survivor pretended to be fierce and said to Benin, but looking at the survivor's constantly shaking legs, Benin knew that the young man was also in poor health.

"Don't, don't get me wrong, I'm just" Benin tried to explain something, but suddenly Benin's eyes were drawn to something in the tent, the tin foil packaging, the brown body, wasn't this chocolate? Before the end of the world, Benin would not touch such a high-calorie thing for the sake of his own health, but now Benin saw the chocolate after the saliva in his mouth began to secrete desperately, and the stomach contracted rapidly, Benin couldn't wait to pounce on it and take a bite now.

"Hey, listen, whatever you're up to, I've got to mix it up, or I'll shout, you've got a lot of chocolate here, and I promise you'll be overwhelmed by countless survivors in a minute!" Benin was ruthless and whispered in a low voice, now Benin can kill people for the sake of chocolate.

The young man hurriedly turned around and covered the chocolate on the table after listening to Benin's words, and the rest of the survivors also looked at Benin with fierce faces, if there was no one around here, Benin would definitely not live for a minute, and Benin was also out of the way, he would rather be beaten to death than starved to death, and he could eat chocolate before he died, and Benin felt that he had not died unjustly.

"Well, everyone is a survivor of hardship, and it's best that someone wants to join us, so why should we say no?" Suddenly, a very kind-sounding voice came, Benin was stunned for a moment, and then the fierce young man looked around and beckoned to Benin, Benin didn't know where the strength came from, and he got into the tent at once.

Benin had just gotten into the tent when he saw a piece of chocolate handed to him, and without saying a word, Benin stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, sweet and bitter with a strong fragrance, so that Benin's tears fell at once.

"I suppose this brother will keep this place a secret, right?" At this time, the kind voice came to Benin's ears again, and Benin nodded hurriedly, and then looked up to see a very sturdy young white man talking to him with a kind smile.

"Sure, can I have another piece of chocolate?" Benin asked, and then the second piece of chocolate was handed to Benin, who ate it with tears in his eyes, "How does the chocolate made in Los Angeles taste?" The white young man asked Benin that if it were before the end of the world, Benin would have said disdainfully, "It's too sweet, it's too oily, it's too unpalatable," but now Benin nodded violently.

Suddenly, Benin found something and asked in disbelief, "You, you said it was produced in Los Angeles?" Was it produced before the end times? "Of course not, this batch of chocolates will not be produced for more than a month" The white youth threw a bombshell.

(End of chapter)