Liu Tianming didn't know that the tiger head would bring people to attack.

He just analyzed it from common sense, and felt that there would be some kind of unexpected situation tonight. This inference comes from real experience, fighting Meng Qi in the city of Kunming, and the way of thinking of human beings themselves, all prompted Liu Tianming to increase his daily vigilance level after leaving the "Iron Fist Club" and returning to the team's station. At the same time———— no matter who triggers the alarm system, there is no need to verify the identity and kill on the spot.

There were no assigned personnel to go out on a mission tonight, and everyone in the team stayed in their rooms to rest. Therefore, outsiders can only be enemies. Even if the other party is not hostile, Liu Tianming will not change his attitude. This is everyone's luck, this is the arrangement of fate. Anyway, I'll talk about something after today. If anyone wants to break in, that's the end.

The world has changed beyond recognition. Liu Tianming felt that he followed Hu Zhehai to the "Iron Fist Club" tonight, and he also had a better understanding of the way of life and environment of the survivors. In a way, survivors are more brutal than corpses. Whether the origin of the need is hunger or greed, it is actually the same.

I am not a judge of impartiality. The law had little value in the society before, and now it is a stinky shit thrown in the garbage heap that no one wants.

I just want to live well and protect everyone close to me with strong arms.

That's all.

……

In this ruined city, the sun rises a little later than in Kunming.

It hadn't rained for a long time, and the dry air swept through the blood, freezing over the train station for a long time. When Hu Zhehai walked into the team's cordon with dozens of armed guards, the first thing that caught his eye was hundreds of corpses beyond recognition, as well as a shocking large bloodstain on the concrete floor.

The viscous liquid had dried up, and swarms of mosquitoes, flies, and flying insects had gathered around the deceased. The surface of the brain pulp, which was originally as powdery as tender tofu, formed a gray-white hardened membrane. Even if you tap it with your finger, you won't get into it, but it will feel very rough to the touch.

This past night, Liu Tianming's team did a lot of things———— people dragged some vehicle wreckage from the neighborhood, and used the metal waste as a base to insert steel bars into the cracks of the machinery. On every sharp, hard tip, a corpse can be seen. That is the practice of stabbing the steel bar into it from the **, and the upper end is tied horizontally with wooden strips to fix the arms of the deceased, forming a big "ten" figure.

When Hu Zhehai and the others walked into the team's cordon, there were dozens of such corpses and vehicle wreckage. They line up in two columns in the direction of the entrance directly in front of the train station, like a terrifying highway to death.

Luo Kuan brought Hu Zhehai to Liu Tianming. He did not collect the weapons from the other party. Because there is no point in doing so. Judging from Liu Tianming's current evolution level, ordinary caliber bullets can no longer pose a threat to him. What's more, if Hu Zhehai can really kill Liu Tianming in this situation, then the infected body is undoubtedly a joke.

More than a dozen armed followers lined the waiting hall of the station. He Chao is also among them. They are the most loyal ordinary people in the entire team, and they are also the ones who are waiting to be injected with immunity and become core members.

The men were well-armed, with assault rifles in their hands and belts on their legs, and the pistol grips could be seen from a long distance. The bulging battle vest is filled with magazines, like a moving humanoid fighting machine. Liu Tianming sat on a sofa in the center of the hall, the surrounding silence was deathly, the atmosphere was very oppressive, and even the sun's rays coming in from the window seemed to have become much dimmer.

Hu Zhehai didn't waste a second. He stepped forward quickly, stopped more than three meters away from Liu Tianming, and opened his mouth to say a series of prepared words.

"Tiger Head is a goddamn bastard. Last night you were lucky to be walking fast, and he came over in more than ten minutes. I kept trying to persuade him, but to no avail. Tiger Head keeps saying that he wants to avenge his brother, he has a lot of people and guns, he is very impulsive, and wants to pull me to do it with him. I ignored him. I'm not going to turn my gun on a friend, I'm not the kind of person who is treacherous. ”

"I'm glad to see you're okay. Seriously, it's not easy to deal with. "Rocket Storm" is strong, and my "Iron Fist" is no match for them. I was planning to come over early this morning and call you to go to the Thunderbolt with me, and have their leader come forward to help coordinate. But now it seems that there is no need for this. You're moving so fast, the tiger's head is hanging outside. You're doing the right thing, I've long seen this guy as unpleasant. ”

"Well, I brought today's water. The water quality is very good, and I arranged for someone to go to the upper reaches of the river to extract it. You use it first, if it's not enough, just say it, and I'll have them send two more cars. I'm sorry for what happened last night, but the balance we originally negotiated will be halved! Sort of my compensation to you. ”

Hu Zhehai is indeed very good at talking. When talking about Tiger Head and "Rocket Storm", he appeared indignant. When it comes to providing clean water and waiving the final payment, he is sincere, like a good friend who cares about you.

Liu Tianming was noncommittal about his performance, and just looked at the other party with a calm and indifferent gaze. Waiting for Hu Zhehai to babble there for nearly ten minutes, and when he stopped, he made an expressionless voice.

"There's something for you."

Hu Zhehai suddenly came to his senses, and he nodded very attentively: "You are too angry." We don't have to be so divided at all. Go ahead! What do you want me to do? ”

"I'm going to Muslim Street to do something."

Liu Tianming's voice was very clear: "Find someone to show me the way, or show me the way." ”

Although Song Jiahao marked the place of the relics in his last last words, this method that is common in other cities cannot be applied in Xi'an.

The city is special.

When he followed Hu Zhehai to the "Iron Fist Club" business district yesterday evening, Liu Tianming noticed that there were no signs on all the streets along the way.

Of course, there are still house numbers for roadside buildings. But for outsiders, strangers who don't know anything about the city, street numbers don't really mean anything. You can't determine the exact location of the street or the map in your last words, so you can barely determine the direction.

The reason for this situation is because of the major gangs in Xi'an. They have had a sense of turf control from a very early age. Yesterday at the night market, Liu Tianming knocked on Hu Zhehai on this issue, and learned from him: When the major gangs were fighting for territory, there were a lot of ridiculous things. For example, two gangs agree to demarcate a certain street, and one of them later repents and secretly pries off the original street sign and sets it up on another street. This kind of impersonation has invisibly expanded its own territory a lot, and there is also so-called "evidence". Of course, the side that suffered the loss did not admit it, so they used the same method to transfer flowers and trees, and as a result, a great war was triggered...... Over time, everyone simply cleared the road signs in the city. Some gangs even took down the house numbers of the buildings on both sides of the road one by one in order to prevent the root cause of the trouble.

This may sound funny, but it is the result of a conflict of interest. Now, Liu Tianming is confused about the city. The last words stated that the relics were stored in the "Muslim Street", but Liu Tianming could not find the corresponding street signs.

He had to turn to the locals for help.

"No problem! I'll arrange a guide for you. By the way, when are you going to go? ”

Hu Zhehai was very smart and didn't ask Liu Tianming what he was doing in Muslim Street. After experiencing last night's incident, he knew very well that even if he asked, the other party would not necessarily say it, but would cause unnecessary trouble and vigilance.

Liu Tianming got up from the sofa and said lightly: "You can arrange for someone to take me over now!" If we can get things done today, we'll leave the city tomorrow. ”

This was the last chance he left Hu Zhehai.

……

Several off-road vehicles filled with gas slowly pulled out from the direction of the platform and stopped in the square in front of the station, which was strewn with corpses.

Liu Tianming stretched his leg muscles and sat in the cab of the first car. Behind him, Cao Xinneng waved his thick arms and beckoned Liao Qiu to get into another car.

Zheng Xiaoyue sat in the passenger seat as usual, and through the windshield, she saw a "Skoda" sedan with a somewhat shabby appearance and the "Iron Fist Club" logo painted with black paint coming from the side, and quickly completed a series of actions such as reversing and steering, and finally became the first train of the entire team.

That was the person Hu Zhehai arranged to lead the way. There were two people in the car, both members of the "Iron Fist Club". One of them leaned out of the open skylight and waved his arms vigorously at the SUV behind him.

That's the action to keep them along.

"I don't like this guy surnamed Hu."

Zheng Xiaoyue's makeup today was lighter than usual, and she moved the combat vest with the magazine to the side of her body, so that her towering breasts felt uncomfortable not being restrained. The long black eyelashes kept flickering: "I always felt like there was something hidden in his eyes, or...... It's a conspiracy at all. ”

Liu Tianming's left foot easily opened the clutch, controlled the steering wheel with both hands, and showed a faint smile on his calm face: "He didn't take the initiative to lead the way, but arranged for others." That in itself shows his attitude. I thought he was the kind of person who could walk with us, but now it seems that he is clearly not. Hu Zhehai has too many ideas, and ...... It's dangerous. ”

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