Obviously, I came to pull people, but I was dug up by the other party?

In the face of Fang Jin's invitation, Liu Ming's resolute face was a little more crying and laughing. Although Fang Jin's power in Tongmaba surprised him, and his personal combat power and command in the first battle during the day were even more outstanding, these were not enough to impress him.

In other words, Liu Ming is very satisfied with his current special department and does not want to move his nest.

However, in line with the principle of multiple friends and multiple paths, he naturally will not talk to death, but will consider it when the time comes-even a soldier like him knows how to be flexible, not a tendon in his head.

Seeing the other party's polite answer, Fang Jin knew what Liu Ming really thought, but he didn't think so.

He didn't expect it, so he could easily move the other party to defect to him with a few words from himself. However, just when this conversation was about to end, he remembered something, and suddenly said to Liu Ming: "By the way, Director Liu, I want to ask you to do me a small favor." ”

Liu Ming's heart moved, and he nodded: "Mr. Fang Jin just said, if you can help, I will do my best." ”

"It's not that difficult, it's just that before leaving, a member of my guild has a family member who is suspected of being exiled in the He'an base." Fang Jin said in a casual tone: "His name is Tong Zhao, he is about twenty-six or seventeen years old, he is weak, and he is probably an ordinary survivor who has not started a career. ”

"Just looking for a normal person."

Liu Ming didn't suspect anything, seeing that it was such a trivial matter, he casually agreed to it.

With his status as the director of the special department and the top bronze master, this kind of thing only needs to be said by the way, and naturally there are countless people to help run errands.

In a day at most, the results will be available!

"Then please Director Liu."

Fang Jin nodded, very satisfied with Liu Ming's pleasure.

………

How can an ordinary person, even if he has no special talents, and does not dare to fight against Warcraft, survive in the last days?

In most cases, they can only take refuge in a survivor base, or a professional force. Those who can work, help do some manual labor, maintain law and order, or something, and change a bite to eat. Those who are frail and sick, and who are lucky enough not to become walking corpses at the beginning of the end of the world, may have a full job position, so they can only waste their days waiting for death, and live on a little relief food that barely starves to death.

Tong Zhao is one such person.

Compared to the countless unlucky people who directly turned into walking corpses at the beginning, or those who died in the mouth of the monster later, his experience is already good. Not only was he lucky enough to get through the first three days of the nightmare, but he also followed a few kind-hearted professionals and infiltrated the newly established He'an Survivor Base early.

It's just that it's both his luck and his misfortune!

Ordinary people, once they enter the He'an base, it is difficult to go out at will unless they take the risk of joining an expedition team that goes out to collect supplies.

But staying inside the base is limited to the jobs they can get.

Some of the heaviest physical work was not the turn of the weak Tong Zhao - he also tried hard, but unfortunately his body fell apart after only half a day.

As for those relatively easy and safe jobs, I'm sorry, but the professionals also have families!

In short, Tong Zhao, who has no relationship and no physical strength, has become a tragic member of the 200,000 ordinary survivors in the He'an base. Idle in the sun in a daze, there is no hope for the future, but there is no starvation to death.

This kind of day is simply torment for Tong Zhao.

There were a few times when he thought about gritting his teeth and joining the adventure team, and then killing the walking corpse to become a professional. Even if you fail and die, it seems to be stronger than the current situation.

But this determination came too late!

As the apocalypse progresses, the number of easy-to-kill walking corpses gradually decreases, and it is not easy to gather 10. If you want to become a professional, it seems that the only way left is to kill 1 Warcraft independently.

But this is easier said than done!

It's not absolutely impossible to exploit loopholes, but at the very least, you need to ask at least one professional who is not weak to help.

What do ordinary survivors get paid to hire a professional?

At least Tong Zhao doesn't have that capital.

"The world...... It's just terrible. ”

Seeing that another day was coming, Tong Zhao, who opened his eyes, slowly rolled over from the straw mat, and muttered violently after being stunned for a long time. Like a spiritless wooden man, wearing the blackened short-sleeved T-shirt on his body, and carrying an iron bowl that seemed to have nothing to do with words such as cleanliness and hygiene, he went to the queue point in the nearby shed area.

In another quarter of an hour, someone will naturally come and hand out breakfast.

If there is any new job that needs to be hired, it will most likely be announced at this time...... But this one never seems to have anything to do with me.

With a self-deprecating smile, Tong Zhao stood at the end of the long line.

Because it is only a few months after the end of the world, the situation is far from the most severe, and the food supply at the He'an base is still good. Even the average survivor can get two meals a day. Although it is not good, two steamed buns can still be guaranteed. I just don't know what to mix in it, but it tastes very bad. In addition, every few days there is a bowl of salty porridge with a strange taste to replenish the necessary salt.

In the eyes of Tong Zhao and his acquaintances in the surrounding shantytowns, this thing is not even as good as a beggar's meal in the civilized era, and it is not too much to say that it is pig food.

But what they don't know is that in another year or two, most of the ordinary people in the survivor base will not even be able to eat this kind of package.

At that point, they will be madly nostalgic for the time they are in...... At least the pig food still has to be eaten, and the portion is basically not discounted!

Another few minutes passed, and when there was a queue of more than ten meters behind Tong Zhao, the people from the He'an base finally pushed the cart and began to come over to distribute food.

For the first few weeks, military trucks were used for this distribution. Tong Zhao doesn't know when it started, in order to save fuel, reduce vehicle wear, and also increase some jobs in disguise, these city-wide food delivery teams have all turned into retro three-wheeled carts.

I have to say, this is really a lucrative job, at least everyone can eat enough!

"If only I could get this kind of work one day."

Tong Zhao smiled bitterly and began to fantasize unrealistically. But what could he do in the face of the long line ahead?

“…… Tong Zhao? Where is Tong Zhao? Is there a man named Tong Zhao in your shanty? ”

Someone shouted in front of the cart that delivered the meal, dressed in neat and clean clothes and carrying a bullhorn, and at first glance he knew that it was the family of a certain professional in the inner city.

Because he hadn't communicated for too long and hadn't been called by his name, Tong Zhao didn't even react to calling himself at the first time.

He just felt a little familiar inexplicably, and then he was pushed by an acquaintance not far away: "It seems to be calling you, right?" ”

Tong Zhao, who was still distracted, finally came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and hesitantly stood up from the team.

He doesn't even know why the other party is looking for him, and whether it is a good thing or a bad thing waiting for him...... Or is it just a duplicate name?

"You're Tong Zhao?"

Unexpectedly, the man from the inner city looked quite kind, even friendly. After looking him up and down a few times and asking for some more details, the man's eyes couldn't help but light up.

He patted Tong Zhao on the shoulder and said, "Friend, you're going to be lucky!" ”