Cheng Qianhuai pretended to be distressed and sighed: "Brother, do you see how many supplies we are asked to hand over?" ”

Hearing him say this, the tattooed man scratched his head irritably: "Fuck, a bunch of horny dogs."

Regardless of men, women and children, the hikers are counted according to the head, a person has 10 catties of food, and even a 2-year-old doll has to pay 10 catties.

Those of us who drove were slaughtered more ruthlessly, and one person paid 20 pounds, didn't it make it clear that he was a cheater? ”

Cheng Qianhuai nodded very approvingly: "Indeed." ”

The tattooed man was about to say something, but the traffic began to move slowly forward.

He had no choice but to wave his hand at Cheng Qianhuai: "Okay, then I'll get in the car first, goodbye brother." ”

Cheng Qianhuai smiled at him and then returned to the car and told Song Jinhe everything he had heard.

"With so much food, their appetite is really not small."

Song Jinhe frowned and spoke, but he didn't have the idea of clashing with them.

After all, the other party has a gun in his hand, so she doesn't need to make trouble for herself for a few dozen catties of food.

"I'll pick the old rice from the space and come out, the two of us are 40 catties, and you can get out of the car and carry them to them when the time comes."

Cheng Qianhuai nodded and got off, and the car drove forward at a high speed.

The closer you get to the level, the more you can hear cries of collapse and piercing screams.

None of the people present arrived here after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and the supplies and food along the way were almost exhausted, but they were forced to pay so many tolls.

Obviously, the light is in front of him, but he has been forced to set up a barrier that is difficult to cross.

You must know that 10 catties of food is nearly two months' rations for these survivors who came on foot.

Nowadays, food is rare, and who doesn't tighten their belts to live, and eating two meals a day is a luxury.

At this level, even children who can't walk have to pay 10 catties of rice, which is obviously aimed at taking the life of the family.

But it can't be helped, they have guns in their hands.

In today's world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say, and some powerful squads even have to give the official a few thin faces.

This level can be successfully established, and Song Jinhe absolutely does not believe that there is no acquiescence of official forces behind this.

It is not impossible that the Xiling Safety Zone will take a cut of these tolls.

It is also ridiculous that all forces collude to continuously squeeze the remaining value from the survivors.

People who can't afford to pay the toll are stopped outside the checkpoint, and there is a row of black holes in front of them, which makes people lose the heart to resist in an instant.

But they didn't want to give up this opportunity, and begged hard, but they were still ruthlessly pushed aside.

Following the team moving forward, Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai soon came to the checkpoint.

Song Jinhe put on a hat and mask in advance, she is too conspicuous, and if she doesn't cover herself, it is easy to cause all kinds of incidents.

After all, it is not only materials that are popular in the last days, but also beautiful women.

The two of them did not wash their faces and shower all the way, and now in order to avoid the eyes of these survivors, their clothes are also rolled in the mud, which is not much different from those survivors who drive iron cars.

At most, the clothes are still complete, and if you don't look closely, you won't find any clues.

The driver was replaced by Cheng Qianhuai, he rolled down the window, and the guard with the gun carefully checked every corner of the car, and only nodded arrogantly after confirming that there were only two people.

"Okay, 40 catties of grain, calculated according to the head."

Cheng Qianhuai immediately handed over Chen Mi, who was preparing to sit in the back row, and the guard weighed it and made sure that there was no shortage before moving the obstacle away.

Song Jinhe lowered the brim of his hat and sat in the co-pilot, without being noticed.

Seeing that he had passed another level, Cheng Qianhuai had just started the car before he could start, but he saw that the guards in front of him had restored the roadblock and blocked the way of the off-road vehicle.

Out of the hut on the side came a man with sunglasses, wearing an old man's shirt and peanie shoes, and slowly walked to the SUV.

The guard who had just weighed the grain hurriedly greeted him: "Brother Ma, they have paid enough food." ”

The man in sunglasses raised his leg and kicked him, and said with an unkind face: "Did I fucking ask you, and you just opened your mouth?" ”

The kicked guard didn't even dare to scream in pain, and turned away in a daze.

Knocking on the car window, the man in sunglasses walked by and looked in through the half-open window.

"Brother, you're in a good car."

His gaze paused on Song Jinhe's tightly covered face, and then moved away carelessly.

Cheng Qianhuai narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, but he also knew that now was not the time for conflicts to break out at will, so he had to open his mouth to respond.

"It's just that I was lucky enough to pick up one, and it's barely a means of transportation."

He handed over the box of cigarettes that Song Jinhe quietly stuffed into his hand: "This car is not good, it is crooked and full of big pits."

Brother, you smoke a cigarette, or make it convenient for us to go over first, and hurry to the safe area to find relatives. ”

Ma Feiyong took the box of cigarettes with a smile, looked at the outer packaging and stuffed it into his pocket, his eyes instantly sharpened.

"I want this cigarette, I want the car, I want it too."

As soon as the words fell, he kicked the car door suddenly: "Get out of the car!" This car Lao Tzu has taken a fancy to, don't let the two of you leave the car! ”

Song Jinhe sat in the co-pilot and frowned, his fists clenched tightly, and his anger continued to surge.

Is this dog still kicking his nose in the face?

In this case, she doesn't need to leave any way for this kind of person to live, just shoot him and break his head.

It's a big deal to go to live in other bases in the future, and then bring Cheng Qianhuai back to find someone when the limelight is over.

The two sides were tense, and the survivors who were blocked in the rear did not dare to speak out, trying to reduce their sense of existence for fear of being affected.

The pistol was hidden in the cuff by Song Jinhe, and she raised her eyes to signal to Cheng Qianhuai, asking him to get ready to gallop away.

But before he could raise his gun to shoot, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.

"Pony, I haven't seen you for a while, but you're a lot more imposing."

Cheng Qianhuai's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he looked out of the window, he suddenly found that familiar figure.

"Jiang Cixu?"

He spoke softly, and the other waved at him through the crack in the window.

"I was thinking of catching up with you at the gate of the base, but I didn't expect a guy to get in the way."

Song Jinhe put the pistol into the space and looked out the window at the man who looked very lazy.

He wears a black short-sleeved shirt with brown sweatpants and white sneakers.

At first glance, there was no threat, but Song Jinhe couldn't see through his face that was always full of smiles.

"Smiling Tiger."

This was Song Jinhe's first impression of Jiang's preface.

Seeing the man standing in front of him, Ma Feiyong's face turned pale instantly, and he gave his subordinates a look and asked them to put away the plaque of the toll, and then walked up with a flattering smile.

"Oh, Captain Jiang! Long time no see.

Is this your friend in the dirt bike? I really don't know Taishan, and I missed the path of the two. ”

The change in attitude has been staggering.