In a tavern in the underground gathering place, Zhao Qian sat on the edge of the dilapidated bar, chatting with the bartender for another time.

In fact, he is relying on the opportunity to listen to or paraphrase some people's words by refilling the glasses, which is very subtle, but very purposeful.

But in the eyes of the drunks in the tavern in the underground gathering place, this usually taciturn Asian is a bit too generous.

I only heard that he completed the task assigned by the above and received a reward. Food, medicine, clean water, and a handful of brand-new loots that the food collection team found from a nearby gas station.

"Nothing more?"

Zhao Qian took a sip of the somewhat dry wine in the cup. To be honest, the craftsmanship in this thing is actually worse than the craftsmanship in those small workshops in reality.

After all, it's just stuffed with some edible plants, which is too inferior.

But it's expensive.

With the still-bright wax worm lamp hanging overhead, he glanced at the guy he was clinking glasses with.

The last person.

But from these scattered information, he didn't get what he wanted.

The garage of the food collection team and the location of the gasoline stockpile.

From the old Evan's money that no one inherited, it was almost spent, in fact, most of it was some canned chickpeas that were about to expire, and the canned fruit that I often heard the old guy mention was estimated to be in the hands of some guys in the name of distribution.

Fortunately, Zhao Qian didn't care.

Shook his head.

The aging bartender could understand the little guy in front of him who was desperate to find another job that would fill his stomach.

"I'm sorry, Lee."

He said, causing many of the drinkers present to raise their glasses to the young man who invited them to drink.

It's a bit of a hassle.

Unemotional. Zhao Qian sat there.

Without any means of transportation, it would take at least two weeks to walk to the next gathering place. Today, when the cars before Judgment Day are becoming fewer and fewer, they have become an essential strategic tool for every gathering place.

I carefully sorted out what was revealed in the mouths of these drunken guys, intentionally or unintentionally.

Still clueless. Especially in this kind of gathering place where outsiders and locals work together, the intrigues between the open and the secret are everywhere.

Perhaps the original leader of the air-raid shelter didn't think of this problem when he accepted the outsiders.

Lighting tools began to be replaced with flammable wax worms that were becoming more readily available and bright, and people began to accept the good and bad of new mutated creatures.

And the underground town itself was also foreshadowed by the most dangerous division of labor arranged by the group of outsiders. The group of refugees who had just arrived at the gathering place and had only weapons and transportation in their hands had to be constrained by the temporary high-rise of the town for various reasons, such as food safety and shelter.

They are forced or implied to go to dangerous surfaces to collect food, water, remnants of modern civilization, or useful things.

But now, decades later, those people are fighting against the same people who oppressed them in the first place. Even, the power of outsiders is growing. Because they have guns, they have something to eat, they have young girls, they have vehicles that they can drive.

"I see."

Zhao Qian stood up helplessly, or rather, he never expected that the outside forces would hide the news about their foundation so well.

The ticket contained what now seemed to be the most valuable thing in the harvest, a leather-shell notebook from old Evan, which contained some of the places he had visited and seen in his youth.

But now, there's nowhere to go.

You know, there are a lot of terminators and mutant creatures out there. Every time the food collection convoy will bring back a lot of injured people who can still be saved, and these news will increase the difficulty of Zhao Qian's plan.

If he guessed correctly, the next mission, nine times out of ten, has something to do with going outside. When the time comes, it is estimated that it will be too late.

I just wanted to walk outside the tavern door, but someone pulled the corner of my clothes.

"First, sir, all you need is a can."

Zhao Qian looked at this little girl with blond hair who looked a little timid, and there were still a few stains on her face that could not be washed.

"Girl, this is not the place for you."

The bartender said as he wiped his glass with a rag in an orderly manner. This is one of the few rules here, otherwise the tavern would have been smoky and smoky.

"Liao Sha, if it's your mother, we don't mind."

A man in the bustling tavern said, and soon there were several snickering voices from men.

The man who could spend money in the tavern more or less knew the girl's mother. What can a young widow who fled here with her daughter have but to sell what she has?

Zhao Qian looked at her, making the little girl lower her head a little unnaturally, not daring to look at him.

She's just the first time. Compared with the women outside who had already worn heavy makeup, she was still green like a flower bone who didn't know anything about anything.

Shook his head. Her mother protected her too well, or left her with a lot of hope and innocence.

Pulling out the corner of his clothes, Zhao Qian walked towards the door without looking back, he didn't have many materials on his body, except for the things he brought, he had to spend every point on the blade.

The girl looked at the mocking faces around her and the drunken salivation hidden in her eyes, as if instinctively sensing fear.

Escaping also kept up with the pace of Zhao Qian, who went out.

"Sir, sir, really, just a Tylenol ......"

Her voice was muffled by the female voice outside the door, and the women gathered in front of Zhao like butterflies smelling of pollen, the man who had spent a week's worth of food in the tavern today.

They try their best to show off their seductive figures, soft voices or simply prove something to themselves with the softness on their chests.

None of them worked.

The expressionless Oriental Asian coldly rejected all invitations to beautiful women, and walked into a newly dug alleyway with the envious gaze of some passers-by.

The people in the gathering place dug a room based on the walls on both sides of the laneway. After decades of construction, everything is in place. It includes a meeting plaza based on a large open space in front of the refuge.

"Really, sir, as long as ......"

Liao Sha was a little panting and chased after Zhao Qian without stopping.

The footsteps also stumbled because they had not eaten enough for a long time.

Finally, at a certain turn, the person cried out after he couldn't see.

Can't keep up.

"Say it."

Looking at the girl squatting on the ground and crying, in the environment where no one was around, a certain teenager stood in front of her again.

"What?"

The girl said with some panic, some of the emotions on her face were real, such as the sadness just now. Maybe she really has a mother who is dying in a hospital bed

"Who called you here?"

Zhao Qian asked, he never doubted the IQ of everyone he came into contact with, such as the little warbler in front of him who was doing business for the first time.

Perhaps other travelers may think that they are lucky, but Zhao Qian is more convinced that the scene he did not handle well was discovered.

It could be the big dog, or it could be the wreckage of the T-800.

No one knows how much the other person has about themselves, and there are definitely some people in this area. For example, the bartender who is making some gestures and pretending to go to the cellar to get wine.

The other party definitely knows something, otherwise he wouldn't have given himself so many things when he came back to hand over the task.

"You know."

The muzzle of the gun, magnified in the eyes of this girl who had seen countless weapons.

Threats of death.

"A gentleman came to my house and said that if he gave you this note, he could save my mother."

The girl said, her cowardice was evident, but it didn't seem to save her life. The note was taken out of the dirty skirt pocket. The former identity, Lee's precious pistol, was pressed against her forehead.

There was a chill.

Zhao Qian stretched out his hand to take it and looked at it through the light of the wax worms burning on the side of the road on the left. A somewhat detailed hand-drawn mini-map.

It seems that he is involved in something terrible.

Standing there for a long time, Zhao Qian seemed to think for a while, looking at the little girl in front of him who was being used.

Put the gun away again.

"Let's go."

He said, his voice a little louder in the aisles where no one was around.

"Where are you going?"

In her naïve opinion, her mission was accomplished, and her mother should be treated.

There is no value in considering the person who has lost his role.

Zhao Qian obviously knew the darkness in this. She was given up, starting with her pestering herself. Those people definitely knew the character of this little girl.

Medicine has always been a luxury in the apocalyptic world. Who would use what is increasingly lacking in someone who has lost value?

"Go to your house."

The young man said, his expression indifferent as if he had thought of something for a while, and blushed with shame.