The town is now desolate, too.

As the virus continues to spread, the town has been plagued by groups of refugees.

Initially, the refugees were allowed to enter the town, and then they used every means they could think of to loot the town's supplies.

At the beginning, the refugees would queue up in an orderly manner to buy the goods they needed, but when the later refugees found that they could no longer buy supplies, they also knew that they could no longer be a civilized and polite young man in society.

The looting of supplies gave rise to numerous crimes, and the riots eventually attracted the police.

But the number of police in the town is very small, and the refugees are all armed with guns, and all of them run out of the sea of corpses and blood.

Even if a shootout ensue in the end, the police were completely unable to resist and retreated, the only supermarket in the town was ransacked, and the gas station was gradually drained of gas.

People who live in small towns have no choice, those who have savings can only move their families, and those who don't have some savings are also planning to relocate.

After discovering that the town had no way to replenish supplies, the gang left Wang Hao and ran away.

This is also in line with Wang Hao's intentions, a town of ruins, lawlessness, and waste paper, which instantly ignited Wang Hao's tattered king's soul.

The cash registers of gas stations, convenience stores, and supermarkets are the places that Wang Hao focuses on, and everyone else is collecting supplies, and only Wang Hao is collecting banknotes.

This made Wang Hao a joke for several teams.

Finally, I searched all the shops that no one had nearby, and found almost nothing, and some were scattered for dozens of dollars, which provoked Wang Hao to scold the street for a while.

The habit of Americans to swipe their credit cards is quite good, you see, the world is over, and no one will urge you to pay back the card.

Wang Hao was vicious and set his sights on the bank. After some searching, I found that robbing a bank is really not something that ordinary people can do. No one went to work, and Wang Hao couldn't open the bank's vault. If someone goes to work, it is estimated that the bank vault will not be able to get close.

There are only 3 grenades on his body, and he can't blow up the door of the vault, and the ATM has long been taken out of money, so don't even think about it.

"No way, I may be the most cowardly host, nothing, you say it's not annoying, it's better to be honest and do my little business."

After figuring it out, Wang Hao drove a broken car and started a small trader journey in the town.

The American people are not only warm, but also generous.

Wang Hao's first group of guests confirmed this truth.

After knowing that Wang Hao had cigarettes and food on him, several people did not skimp on the bullets in their hands, the muzzle of the gun sprayed flames, and various types of bullets poured into Wang Hao's body. If it weren't for the preparation before and the quick hiding, Wang Hao would have confessed directly.

For this kind of person, Wang Hao has always been unkind, there are only four people, and all the guns in their hands are semi-automatic or even manual, and they can be done in minutes with Wang Hao's skills.

"Hey, I just want to sell the goods in my hand, why are there more and more of them."

Wang Hao looked at the guns and ammunition in the back compartment, and secretly felt sad, feeling that he was really not a businessman.

Time passed minute by minute, and just when Wang Hao wanted to give up, a convoy came.

Four big cars, a jeep, a van, a tanker, a bus.

Seeing Wang Hao, who was carrying a rifle on his back, sitting on the engine cover with a helpless expression, the convoy stopped, and four people got down from the jeep.

Three of them were holding guns and observing around, and the leader also walked towards Wang Hao with a cautious face.

"Hey, friend, what are you doing here?" The big man at the head had a fierce face, tattooed all over his body, and asked.

Wang Hao didn't have much hope for these people, so many people were estimated to be robbing by relying on the number of people, but he still held a glimmer of hope and said: "Sell goods." ”

"Ha~ha~ha~, sell goods, are you sure?" The big man seemed to have heard a stupid joke, and said with a smile: "I don't know what goods you have here, can you show me a look?" ”

Wang Hao said: "Cigarettes, biscuits, guns, bullets, mineral water, as long as you have US dollars, I can sell them to you, but I don't know what you want?" ”

After listening to Wang Hao's words, Dahan felt very incredible, and a curious expression appeared on his face: "Are you sure you want to sell these?" Instead of acquiring these things? ”

Wang Hao said: "Of course it's selling, if you want to buy, you can buy it, I don't have much time." ”

After hearing this, Dahan put away his smile and said, "I can buy it, I wonder if you can let me see the goods first?" ”

Wang Hao didn't expect that these people really wanted it, but think about it, in the end of the world, who doesn't want these things, it's just a matter of personal means.

Wang Hao jumped out of the car, waved at Dahan, led Dahan to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and showed Dahan the guns in the trunk.

The big man picked up the gun and tried it, "Well, it's a good guy, but why don't you have bullets or anything else?" ”

Wang Hao smiled and said, "I'm not stupid, these things cost lives, I need to see the money to give you bullets and other things." ”

Dahan also nodded, and stretched out his hand at Wang Hao: "Make a friend, my name is Stan, and I am the captain of this team." ”

Wang Hao also stretched out his hand, but at the same time he was carefully observing: "You can call me Wang." Since you are interested in buying it, let me tell you what I have, and you can go back and discuss it and see how much you can get. Remember, I just need cash. ”

Stan withdrew his hand, and Wang Hao didn't feel anything unusual.

These four people have a sideways face, they don't look good, and they don't know how many people are in the bus behind, if they all jump down and shoot with guns, except for running, Wang Hao really can't think of what to do.

Did you really meet a good person?

Why don't I believe I'm so good.

Wang Hao told Stan about the amount of supplies he was wounded in, and Stan wrote it down carefully, returned to the convoy, leaving his three companions on guard and getting into the bus himself.

After a while, Stan gets out of the car, carrying a bag in his hand.

walked up to Wang Hao, opened the bag in his hand and showed it to Wang Hao, and said, "There are more than 60,000 US dollars in the bag, and we can only come up with this price." ”

Stan looked nervously at the Asian in front of him, and the bag in his hand tightened.

The sudden appearance of a man selling guns and groceries in this dilapidated town, and the fact that this person is asking for money that is now useless, makes Stan suspect that this is a trap.

But at this time, Stan was also very helpless, his convoy came here, there was no shortage of living materials and fuel, what was missing was guns and ammunition, a convoy of more than 30 people, a total of three guns, if you meet gangsters, the consequences are unimaginable.

If this Asian is telling the truth, then the materials in his hands will never be sold for this price in peacetime. But now it's the end of the world, what is a gun, a gun is a guts, and people who don't have guns are not even qualified to live.

I can only hope that this is not a trap, and if it is, Stan will let the Asian in front of him taste his marksmanship.