Chapter 46

Lin Mo was hungry.

He sat on a street corner, surrounded by dejected-looking survivors, and his stomach began to protest uncontrollably.

Heavily armed soldiers weave back and forth between the survivors, and even the fool can feel the tense atmosphere of preparation.

Lin Mo's first thought was, of course, to ask the military for food-since the other party had decided to protect the survivors, it was inevitable to provide food.

But you're hungry, and there's always someone in the world who's hungrier than you.

Before Lin Mo could make a move for his stomach, someone had already stumbled out of the survivor pile, threw himself at the feet of a group of patrolling soldiers, and even hugged the leg of a soldier with his hand, weakness and longing: "Please, give me something to eat...... Please......"

The warrior frowned, and replied coldly, "Get out, it's not time to distribute food yet." ”

But the man still did not give up, he held the warrior's calf, and knocked his head to the ground: "Please......"

The patrol team stopped because of this small episode, and the warrior's companions watched the scene with interest, and even a few even smiled.

The warrior's face finally couldn't hold back, he snorted coldly, directly raised his foot, and kicked the person over.

The survivor finally couldn't hold the warrior's leg anymore, and the warrior's kick was so powerful that he was kicked over, and rolled back and forth with his chest in his arms, unable to howl out of his mouth, only to sizzle and gasp.

The warrior only gave the man a cold look, and went away with a dark face, leaving his companions to look at each other in disappointment, and shook their heads and walked away.

Lin Mo looked at this scene and felt a little cold, he looked at the survivors around him, all of them had blank expressions, and let that person roll on the ground in pain.

Lin Mo took a breath, and he had no intention of meddling, but the choice to ask for food from the army was directly denied by him.

If he had chosen to follow Mugu Yan before, with the help of the other party's identity as an awakened person, maybe he wouldn't have to starve now.

But Lin Mo didn't have to put himself in danger and be targeted because of a little food.

If Lin Mo really followed Mu Guyan, not to mention anything else, Yang Wenhan would definitely target him.

But Lin Mo now realized that he might be simple when he thought about it, and in the last days, the rarity of food was far more important than he imagined.

In fact, Lin Mo has been hungry for a lot of time along the way, but the food in himself or his team is temporarily sufficient, so his experience of the importance of food is even less than Xia Qi.

At this time, Lin Mo even began to miss the backpack full of food at the beginning of the last days.

Pity...... I don't know where I lost the backpack.

Lin Mo pressed his stomach pitifully--is he going to be hungry until the food is dispensed?

At this time, a man with a backpack walked up to the man rolling on the ground from the survivor pile on the other side.

Lin Mo thought it was a kind person at first, but it was clear that he was wrong again.

The man walked over to the man on the ground, crouched down, patted him lightly, and pulled an Oreo cookie from his backpack and handed it to the man.

The man had been rolling for a while, he had stopped rolling, and he was lying on the ground holding his chest panting, but when he saw that Oreo, his dim eyes finally lit up again, and he stretched out his hand to get the Oreo, and wanted to say something, but his lungs seemed to be wrong, and his mouth could only make a sizzling sound, but the longing in his eyes had been more real by words.

However, the backpacker man withdrew the Oreo in his hand at the last moment, and he looked at the man: "Food is such a precious thing, I can't give it to you for nothing...... Right? ”

His voice wasn't loud, but there was no one in the crowd who spoke, and in the silence, the voice became unusually clear.

Lin Mo already knew that this was a resource dealer who resold food.

Lin Mo's gaze swept slightly over the crowd of survivors, and he saw a burly figure suddenly standing up from the survivor pile on the side, his eyes fixed on the resource merchant's backpack.

In the middle of the field, the survivor on the ground took out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from his tattered clothes pocket and handed it to the resource dealer with hope.

The resource merchant looked at the handful of bills with at least a thousand yuan, but he frowned, and directly opened this hand: "Are you teasing me?" Take a bunch of farts in the apocalypse and fool me with waste paper that you don't have? ”

The handful of money spilled on the ground, and the survivor's hands and mouth were shaking, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but he was still hungry for food, and pulled out an iPhone from his clothes.

The resource merchant laughed, he stood up directly, and kicked the survivor viciously: "Gold, I want gold!" ”

The man on the ground was curled up by this kick, his mobile phone was smashed on the ground, his whole body was shaking, his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, the corners of his mouth began to spill blood, and his face was white like a dead man.

Obviously, he won't be able to get any gold, and he may not even live for an hour.

The resource merchant snorted coldly, turned his head and was about to leave.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he found himself covered in a large shadow.

The burly man stepped out from among the survivors and walked up to the relatively short resource merchant.

The resource merchant took a step back slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and frowned: "What do you want to do?" ”

Lin Mo looked at the fearless appearance of the resource provider, realized something, and moved his gaze to the survivor crowd on both sides.

Sure enough, four or five survivors with sticks had already stood up, and their eyes were locked on the burly man.

But the man in the field had a greedy look in his eyes, and he looked at the resource dealer's bulging backpack, not noticing that someone in the surrounding crowd of survivors had begun to move in this direction: "Give me your bag, I promise not to kill you." ”

The resource merchant looked at the man who had been carried away by greed, and smiled: "If you kneel on the ground and kowtow to me now, I will promise not to kill you." ”

His companion had already approached the burly man, so he was even more emboldened, and said with a smile: "I advise you to make a decision quickly. ”

The man still didn't realize his situation, looked at the smiling resource merchant man, and just wanted to say something, he felt a pain in the back of his head and was smashed.

It was black in front of him, and blood was dripping down his head and covering his face.

But he was still strong after all, and he staggered forward two steps, not immediately unconscious or unconscious.

However, in front of him, the resource merchant sneered.

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