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"I know that this brother has no malicious intentions! We accepted it, count me as a favor to you, my name is Lu Feng, I am the captain of the second squadron of the 138 unit in Coral City, if you need help in the future, you can find me as long as you go to the Coral City detachment. ”

"Okay!" Wu Fan reached out and shook hands with Lu Feng.

"You don't look like rich kids, and they don't look like bodyguards, although I'm a little curious, but this beautiful martial artist lady is very much like your fiancée, I can tell from the way she looks at you. Lu Feng said in a low voice.

Zihan, who was standing on the side, suddenly showed a bright smile on her face, how could she look at Lu Feng at this moment.

Wu Fan shook his head. "You read it wrong, I'm a rich kid, they are also my bodyguards, and she is actually my sister!"

The smile on Zihan's face froze, the smile on his face disappeared, and he glared at Wu Fan angrily.

"I can't be mistaken!" Lu Feng smiled, bent down and picked up two bags and handed them to the subordinates next to him, allowing several soldiers to start counting the ammunition.

"I think he's good, he's a good person!" Zihan came behind Wu Fan, looked at Lu Feng and whispered.

Wu Fan smiled dumbly. "Your standards are really weird. ”

With the canned meat as the base, the soldiers' movements became extremely neat, and in less than an hour, all the ammunition in the carriage was removed from the car.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Lu Feng was still a little shocked when he looked at the ammunition that was pushed to the height of one person, and couldn't help but quip when he asked Wu Fan to sign: "I have begun to wonder if you are arms dealers." ”

The convoy restarted, and after less than an hour of walking out of the tunnel entrance, you could see simple houses erected on the side of the road everywhere. The appearance of the convoy made some people in the house come out to watch, looking at their unkempt appearances, Zihan muttered with some worry: "Why don't we go back, I don't want to be stinky to death!"

The convoy moved forward for another hour, but the speed was getting slower and slower, and many people began to appear on both sides of the road, some with a rag, some with a newspaper on the ground, and there were all kinds of strange things on it, except for no food.

"Go over there and stop, spend the night here today!" Wu Fan pointed to a bare dirt slope not far from the roadside, where there were no houses due to the high terrain and no shelter.

The convoy drove off the road and up a dirt slope, with the trucks parked in the middle and the rest of the cars in a circle.

At this time, it was only about two o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Fan decided to go into the city to see the situation, he called Mike and Yao Yuan over, and told them to be optimistic about the convoy.

Zihan unloaded the motorcycle tied to the fire truck, and the two drove towards the city.

The inner city was even more chaotic than the outer city, and the streets were almost blocked by tents, so Wu Fan and Zihan had to get off their motorcycles and walk instead.

The motorcycle was hidden by Zihan on the roof of a three-story building, and the two walked slowly along the street from time to time around tents.

On the side of the street, whether it is a shop or a building, there are several big men with sticks or knives guarding them, all of them have fierce faces, and they are not easy to mess with at first glance, and they should be thugs invited by the people who live inside. It's normal to think about it, but if there were no thugs watching, I'm afraid that these shops and buildings would have been overcrowded long ago. Who wants to live in a building and live on the street.

In addition to tents on the street, there are also many people setting up stalls, and some simply put their stalls at the entrance of the tents. Maybe it was because they saw that Wu Fan and Zihan were both carrying guns, and no one stopped them from peddling business, but they could still hear some information from the conversations around them.

"Dude, come and see this jade pendant, this is my family's ancestral, there is an appraisal certificate from Jin Yutang, so I will exchange it for two boxes of instant noodles...... Don't go, a box and a half ......."

"This is pure gold, more than forty grams, is it too little for you to give such a little flour......

"Friend, friend, let's talk about it, this is really ferret, you add a little more ......"

Most of the people who sell them live in tents, and most of the 'customers' are people who come out of the buildings on the street. The two types of people could be distinguished at a glance, and most of the people living in the tents were gray-headed and dirty, and there was a sour smell on their bodies. The people who come out of the building are much cleaner.

"Look, what is that selling?" Zi Han suddenly pulled Wu Fan and asked curiously.

Wu Fan followed Zihan's gaze and saw a sloppy man sitting in front of the tent, with a red cloth spread on the ground in front of him, and there was nothing on the cloth except for a few stones.

A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears had just gotten into the tent, but he didn't do much and walked out with his nose covered. The sloppy man hurriedly stopped the middle-aged man, saying something with a smile on his face, but the middle-aged man waved his hand and left.

"Sell meat!" The man's intuition made Wu Fan guess what kind of deal it was at once.

Zihan was stunned. "Didn't you say that there was a shortage of food? Why didn't he keep it for himself?"

Wu Fan looked at Zihan with a smile and a smile. "This meat is not the other!"

Zihan was stunned at first, but then understood, and her pretty face suddenly turned crimson, and she snorted lightly. "Shameless!"

Wu Fan shook his head. "If it weren't for the compulsion of life, who would want to do such a thing!"

"I said that you are shameless, and you can see at a glance that you must be a frequent patronizer to be so experienced. Zihan glared at Wu Fan fiercely and strode forward.

Wu Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and followed silently without distinguishing. The two walked a few streets, and their eyes were full of this situation.

"I'm thirsty!" Zi Han's qi obviously hadn't completely disappeared, so he stopped and looked at a stall not far away and said coldly.

There is a drinking bucket on the stall, although it is a little old, but it looks quite clean, and there are two big words written on the bucket, sell water!

Sitting by the bucket was a white-haired old woman, dressed in rags, with a teenage girl in her arms, with a thin yellow face and a vegetable-colored face, who looked malnourished.

Wu Fan and Zihan both had fresh water in their space bags, but Wu Fan still took out a water cup from the storage bag and walked towards the old woman.

"Old man, how do you sell water?" Wu Fan shook the water cup in front of the old woman, indicating the size of the cup.

When the old woman saw that there was business coming to her door, the wrinkles on her face increased suddenly, and she showed a reluctant smile expression, and said tremblingly: "Two steamed buns in a glass of water, if there are no steamed buns and other food, it's fine!"

Wu Fan was slightly surprised, and learned from the information he heard on the road just now that two steamed buns could be exchanged for seven or eight percent of a new suit of clothes or a pair of shoes, and he couldn't help asking, "Why is it so expensive?"

Before the old woman could speak, the little girl standing in her arms preemptively said, "This water was brought back by my father from twenty kilometers away. ”

"If the gentleman is too expensive, just give one and a half steamed buns, no less!" said the old woman hurriedly.

"There are no steamed buns, here are five compressed biscuits and two canned beef, can you exchange them for a glass of water?" Zihan glanced at Wu Fan and stuffed a few things into the little girl's hand.

"Yes, this can be exchanged for five, no, seven...... Ten glasses of water...... "The old woman looked at the things in the little girl's hand in disbelief, and hurriedly stood up to help Wu Fan fetch water.

"Just a cup, you sit, we'll come by ourselves!" Zihan snatched the cup from Wu Fan's hand, helped the old woman sit down, and came to the barrel by herself.

Wu Fan sighed secretly and looked around, only to see hundreds of eyes gathered here. (To be continued.) )