In short, what appears here is a fortuitous phenomenon. It's hard, and it's almost impossible to replicate elsewhere.

Hu Zhehai is still trying to introduce the various entertainment programs of the Iron Fist Club.

"You really should go over and check it out, I promise you'll like it. The malls here are well preserved, ladies can shop freely, and men can go to bars. There were a lot of pretty girls there, and there was beer. ”

Luo Kuan was a little tempted.

Not only him, but many people had the idea of following Hu Zhehai to have a look.

Liu Tianming quickly made a decision.

"So be it! Cao Xinneng and Xie Kun stayed. Five more people (core members) are in charge of order in the camp. All followers are on guard in shifts, bathing when it is time to bathe, and resting when it is time to rest. Let's go over and take a look, everyone brings a communicator, and if there is any problem, contact in time, pay attention to safety. ”

As the leader of the team, you have to take into account the feelings of the majority.

Hu Zhehai's mouth is really able to speak. Of course, if you just can say it, it won't have this effect. In fact, neither the infected nor the followers can forget the prosperity of human society in times of peace. No one likes war, and no one wants to live a life of displacement all the time. As long as we are people, we all yearn for stability, we all like the prosperous world, and we are all willing to make life better.

Xi'an is indeed different from other places. This can be felt from around the train station.

Hu Zhehai should not have lied.

Liu Tianming could more or less guess his thoughts. As the leader of the Iron Fist Society, this guy must think about the interests of his territory. The entertainment may not be as much or as complete as he says, but there is certainly a part of it. He has his eye on the fuel and bullets at his team's disposal, and if he wants more, he will have to launch more deals to make money from it.

He was still a businessman at heart.

Luo Kuan and Hu Zhehai are at the forefront. He leaned close to Hu Zhehai's ear and said with a ruffian smile that went deep into the bone marrow: "I like women and wine, I hope that the place you mentioned can satisfy me." ”

Hu Zhehai smiled and nodded: "It will definitely satisfy you." ”

The smile in Luo Kuan's eyes became stronger: "Really? ”

Hu Zhehai was very unhappy that his answer was questioned: "Of course it's true." ”

"Hahahaha! That's great! ”

Luo Kuan laughed and hugged Hu Zhehai's shoulder, and suddenly lowered his voice without warning, and the whole person became ghostly.

"If you lie to me, I'll kill you!"

……

Hu Zhehai did not lie.

The area controlled by the Iron Fist Club is a large commercial and residential area adjacent to the railway station.

I don't know when the building pattern of a mix of commercial and residential areas became popular. Standing in the window of your own room towering into the sky, watching the dense flow of people and vehicles like an ant colony under your feet, you will feel relaxed and happy, and your mind will gradually soar with the rising land price.

The giant neon sign of "Wanda Plaza" was smashed to pieces, leaving only a small piece of steel structure to show the original blurred font. The three big words "Iron Fist Club" were replaced. It was made by applying red paint to the surface of the building. It's just that the font planning is not very good, crooked, like the calligraphy of a first-grade elementary school student.

Guards were also set up here, and Hu Zhehai took Liu Tianming and others all the way, smiling and greeting people he knew. The road is lined with shops, bars and night signs. The city was revitalized by electricity, and while there were no bright neon lights in peacetime, people lit up their porches with incandescent lamps.

There is a large weapons shop here. The shelves were probably from the supermarket, and they were filled with hammers, spears, machetes, and chains...... In short, as long as it is a common cold weapon that you imagine it should have, you can find it here. These homemade weapons look good quality, steel fire is good, but the price is very expensive.

Yang Qingguo fell in love with a short-handled machete, and the shopkeeper said that he could pay with grain. The weapon sells for up to fifty kilograms of rice. Hearing this figure, which was no different from robbery, Yang Qingguo completely lost interest in counteroffering.

The pharmacy's sign is very interesting, it is a large, hand-painted red and blue capsule. The shopkeeper was a thin, shrewd man, but a mouthful of yellow teeth was disgusting. He struggles to sell what he calls "happy balls," which are pink pellets in small plastic bags. This thing Luo Kuan had often seen in night clubs before, and knew that it was a stimulant pill banned by the government. As long as there is a certain chemical foundation, it is not difficult to make, and the huge profits are extremely amazing.

The bar is open on the side of the road, and it's open, semi-open-air. On a circular stage with a diameter of two meters, young women stand. They wore bold T-1 pants with underwear barely covering the black bulge on their chests. Of course, this is not a visual error, but they have been in battle for a long time, and that part has long lost the concept of "red". Especially on a few well-built, plump and convex surfaces, you can even see eye-catching tooth marks.

Night clubs are obviously much more spacious than bars. This is probably due to personal financial resources. Just on the side of the mall, dozens of scantily clad young women lined up in two lines to greet people passing by on the road. They look beautiful on the surface, and their slender white thighs are very eye-catching. However, as long as you carefully distinguish it under the light, you can see that all the beautiful faces are made of cosmetics. If it rains in the rain, or if someone with a bad taste turns on the faucet and pours it over their heads, all the camouflage will be washed away.

Liu Tianming saw a poster posted on the wall, which reminded him of what those survivors had said about "real gladiatorial combat" on the platform of the station.

Half of the poster is hand-painted.

The abundant power supply allows the survivors living here to use their mobile phones. Of course, they can't talk on their phones, but they can use the camera function normally. There are more than a dozen very large photos on the poster, presumably all of them are fist portraits. These guys are vicious-looking and deliberately violent. Baring his teeth, he looked like a felon in a prison who had to be shackled. Next to each photo, there are the odds numbers corresponding to the fighters, as well as the time and number of fights.

There are also hotels here.

Gu Kegang saw signs such as "Harbour Plaza Hotel", "Imperial Hotel" and "Hilton Hotel". The entrances to these luxury hotels are deep and small, with lights hanging from the rooms at the doors. In particular, the "Hilton Hotel" was misspelled on the signboard and became "Hilton". The boss is an old woman with a meaty face and a vicious appearance. She moved a chair and sat in the doorway, slipped on her slippers, brushed the dirt between her toes and nails with a dagger, and raised her head from time to time, sweeping over the passers-by with a chilling gaze, as if everyone owed her money.

Liu Tianming felt that he must have dazzled his eyes.

He actually saw the "Shaxian snack".

The steamed dumplings are still wrapped in the shape of beautiful and delicate leaves, and arranged into petals in a small steamer. It smells good and makes people feel very appetizing. The boss wore a waterproof apron around his neck, which looked like a thick layer of swarthy skin in the light. Because of the hot weather, he didn't wear anything inside, and when he saw Liu Tianming and others coming over, he greeted him very warmly and loudly, inviting guests to the store to try it.

In addition to steamed dumplings, other foods are also served here.

For example, barbecue.

It is still the practice in peacetime, a long box-shaped grill propped up by an iron rack, burning with charcoals, and pieces of meat are worn on iron skewers, and grease constantly drips on the fire, making a "hissing" sound, and at the same time a large flame rises.

The bald boss skillfully flipped through the iron stick, grabbed a handful of condiments, and sprinkled them one after another. A lot of people gathered around it, and it seemed that they were regular diners here. The currency that comes out of each person's hand is different. Some are a piece of clothing, some are a pair of shoes, some are bottled wine, or a small bag of rice.

The fragrance that fills the air is strong, with cumin, pepper and cayenne pepper. It can be seen that the boss is very particular about doing business and does not neglect customers.

Yang Yanhong frowned, leaned closer to Luo Kuan, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of meat is that?" Rats? ”

In addition to the frozen beef transported from the northwest base and a few live pigs in Jixin Farm, the daily source of meat for the team members is rats. This is probably the only animal population that the virus has not been able to destroy. Maybe rats have evolved, or maybe they're not afraid of viruses at all. In short, no rats have been found to have taken the form of zombies.

Without waiting for Luo Kuan to answer, the crowd gathered in front of the "Shaxian Snack" barbecue stall suddenly shouted: "Boss, get some fresh meat." Don't fool people with the stinky meat that stays overnight! ”

"Great!"

The bald boss was bold, he promised in his mouth, turned around and dragged a large basin out of the shop.

The basin is large enough to be used for bathing and soaking small children whole. There was a lot of crushed ice in the basin, and half a corpse was lying in it.

It's only half a body, indeed.

That's a common way to deal with pigs in meat bunkers: cut off the head, start at the neck, and cut down the spine with a chainsaw, splitting the whole pig in half in half.

The deceased was a woman. Despite the absence of a head, the chest is high and bulging through the fragments of ice. Her arms, legs, and feet were bent and fastened with ropes. This practice, of course, was done to save space and press the deceased in the basin. Under the freezing effect of ice cubes, it will not rot for a short time.

Diners are not surprised by this, they are clearly used to it.

The bald boss cut off a large piece of leg meat from the corpse with a boning knife, chopped it into small pieces on the cutting board, put it on an iron skewer, picked it up, and shook it in the air: "Look clearly!" It's all the freshest, Lao Tzu is very fair in business, and he won't deceive people. ”

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