The gun master and others were extremely reluctant.

The grenade gun in his hand was still taken away by the opponent.

We walked forward less than twenty meters.

A fence made of rolling pin-thick steel bars welded together blocked the end.

Behind them were two thick cotton curtains, completely covering the entire lane.

There was the faint sound of someone talking inside.

There seemed to be a lot of people.

Wang Chen pulled the rope on the wall, and a clear ringing sound sounded.

Wow

The heavy cotton curtain was lifted, and a man wearing a cotton hat took a look.

"Hey, there's a new guy here, eh? There's also a girl, okay, okay."

After the man saw Du Xue and Alan.

With joy in his eyes, he quickly opened the small door on the fence.

Jiang Zhe followed Wang Chen and walked in.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

The temperature suddenly warmed up.

A rectangular space that is ten meters high, twenty meters long, and ten meters wide appears, equivalent to a small square.

Across the square is still a dark alley.

On both sides of the small square there is a row of about ten cubicles carved out of the stone walls.

On the stone wall, there is a mottled white paint slogan painted many years ago: "Safety first, strive for the top!"

This should have originally been a place where the mining team repaired machinery and personnel rested.

The cubicles are all hung with thick cotton curtains.

In the center of the entire small square is a bonfire as tall as a person.

A dozen young men and women were scattered on three log tables beside the campfire, playing mahjong.

On the ground next to the table.

The floor was covered with beer, liquor, beverage bottles and all kinds of garbage.

"Fuck, I'm feeling unlucky today. I'll watch a movie later."

An unusually arrogant voice sounded from the crowd.

Wang Chen walked over with Jiang Zhe and others.

The crowd playing mahjong stopped and stood up to look over.

Wow

A dozen men and women picked up the Bayi rifles beside the table.

At this time, only one man was still sitting at the table.

Put one foot on the stool, light a cigarette, and pick your chin.

"Wang Chen, what do they do?"

The man is in his thirties, with slender brows, thin eyes and thin lips, and a rosy complexion that does not look like he is in the apocalypse.

"Brother Qiang, they came to Luo Shun and they all escaped from Nanjiang." Wang Chen responded with a low hand.

"oh!"

Brother Qiang seemed to be interested, got up and walked over.

When he noticed Du Xue behind Jiang Zhe, he smiled and said, "Nanjiang is quite far away. I heard that many people died on the road.

That means no one knows you are here, okay, just stay here from now on."

"Where's Luo Shun?"

Jiang Zhe calmly took a step forward and faced Brother Qiang directly.

"Roshun?"

Brother Qiang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Jiang Zhe to be so courageous, "I don't raise idle people here, I'm just mining."

Click!

Brother Qiang took out a pistol from his waist.

He sneered and shook his Type 92 pistol, "Wang Chen, lock them in the mine soon. If they don't mutate after ten days.

The men were sent to dig iron ore, while the women cooked and washed clothes."

"No, I also want to go mining." Du Xue shouted beside him.

She felt the unconcealed desire in Brother Qiang's eyes.

Naked and unabashed.

"Huh?" Brother Qiang sneered.

"But my brother will feel sorry for me. Why don't we watch Sakura Country action romance movies together, talk about life, and let others do the rough work."

Da da da!

In the voice of speaking.

The sound of messy footsteps came from the alley opposite the small square.

More than twenty dirty people, whose faces were also so dirty that they were completely unrecognizable, slowly walked out.

Jiang Zhe's eyes narrowed.

He stared intently at one of the figures, it was Luo Shun.

A group of people stood in a long queue at the entrance of the pothole.

"Let's eat!"

In one house, two middle-aged men carried a pot of sticky food and a basket of pancakes, distributing food to the group of people.

"Mule!"

Jiang Zhe shouted loudly.

A man in the crowd was startled.

He slowly raised his head and looked over, then slowly untied the dirty scarf wrapped around his face.

"Ginger slices?"

The mule's lips trembled and he shouted hoarsely.

Then he staggered over and ran over.

He grabbed Jiang Zhe's arm, with joy, guilt and tears in his eyes: "Jiang Pian, I, I thought you were great."

"Mule, what's going on? I gave you millions and now you're just begging for help?"

Jiang Zhe patted the dust off Luo Shun, nicknamed the mule, and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"I--"

Mule glanced at Brother Qiang evasively, "I'll tell you later."

"Hahaha, yo, who the heck is that smart enough to hoard supplies in a place where birds don't poop?

It turns out I am your friend, so I have to say thank you."

At this time.

Brother Qiang behind him shook over.

He glanced at Jiang Zhe and smiled proudly.

Jiang Zhe ignored this strong brother, but looked at the mule and put his right hand on his shoulder.

"Mules, so the supplies they eat belong to me?"

Jiang Zhe pointed to the wine bottles and garbage bags on the ground.

"Yes, Jiang Pian, I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this." Mule felt a little guilty.

These supplies were all bought with Jiang Zhe's money.

The result was that it was cheaper for others.

Even he himself is driven like a dog to dig iron ore every day.

"Oh, forget it, it's good to be alive. Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise I would have hung you on the wall." Jiang Zhe sighed as he looked at the mule's dark face.
To be continued...