When Darkness learned that the culprit of the riot was Zhang Hu'en and his group, he did not punish them because the man in front of him gave him a sense of danger. He was not afraid of him, but felt that using bullets to deal with Zhang Hu'en was not worth it. It would be better to use bullets where they should be used. So his handling opinions were very simple. Each hit fifty boards, scolded the soldiers and military doctors at the checkpoint, and severely criticized and educated Zhang Hu'en and his group, and warned them not to cause trouble in his defense zone, so he would not be the case.

"Captain, where did your regular army go?"

Darkness, who was about to leave, was stopped by Tan Zeming. He turned around and looked at him strangely and said:

"I have been a soldier, what is the number of troops?"

"I am a firefighter. You know, although we are not regular troops, we are still familiar with the matters in the army. No matter how you look at the soldiers under you, do you?"

Darkness glanced at Zhang Hu'en and sighed:

"Yes, they are all recruits who have just been recruited. They were pulled over to build an isolation line after less than a week of training."

"isolation?"

"Yes, I don't want to disclose too much about the others, but all the veterans were pulled to the No. 1 defense line outside Luoshi City, and the progress is still relatively smooth. I believe you will be able to go home soon."

Darkness walked out of the tent and had to check it. However, this time the military doctor's attitude became much more respectful. He invited people to a machine similar to an X-ray machine in turn. A robotic arm on the machine was taken at them from top to bottom, and no one of the military doctors took a drop of blood for testing, and then he was sent to the exit of the tent.

Their bags were piled up there, and they were checked by several soldiers and found that there was no weapon. But there was a lot of food and miscellaneous things. The soldiers took away a cigarette inside. Just as Zhang Gousheng was about to argue with them, Zhang Huen stopped him and said:

"Forget it, tobacco and alcohol cannot be eaten as food. Let them go."

"But......."

"Okay, let's go."

Three passages were built outside the tent with barbed wire, and a team of soldiers guarded there. When a white coat came out inside handed a piece of A4 paper to the captain, the captain asked:

"Your ID card?"

Zhang Huen and the others took out their ID cards and handed them to the captain. The captain took a tablet from his subordinates and stroked a few times with his hands:

"When you go out from here, you are from District 12 and enter the passage with the words 12. Don't go wrong. If you go wrong, you will have no assigned residence and daily rations."

Zhang Huen and his team walked in the right passage isolated from the barbed wire. When they passed the three passages forked, they saw that the foundation was being dug deep in the place where large machinery and equipment were docking not far away, while the passage on the left led to a fenced open space where dozens of people had already stood, surrounded by soldiers waiting for battle.

"Let's see what you want, go quickly."

The soldiers standing guard shouted at them impatiently. Everyone accelerated their pace and walked around the small river outside Yangping Road. Looking at the riverside avenue outside the barbed wire, there were military vehicles everywhere on the riverside avenue outside. Teams of soldiers were driving away one by one, and some buses were dragging directly to the flood control embankment of the river, and they were fixed there as part of the riverside fortifications.

Zhang Hu'en walked to the exit of the passage and found that it was also crowded. He received three masks, two bottles of mineral water and three cold dry steamed buns from the sanitary officer guarding the door. The sanitary officer whineeded for a long time about the matter and was pushed to the junction of Yangping Road and Yanjiang Road.

"No need to leave the residence at will without notice, no access to obstacles without authorization, and no application to leave District 12 again."

The sanitary officer finished reading the documents. He took a white instrument shaped like a pistol from his assistant and pointed it at Zhang Hu'en's carotid artery with a shot. Zhang Hu'en felt that he had bitten his neck and stared at the sanitary officer with anger.

(Unknown drug injection, after analysis, does not contain antibodies, contains trace antibiotics, and belongs to the category of placebo.)

"What are you doing, get out!"

The soldier next to him saw that he was still arrogant and threatened. Zhang Hu'en touched his neck that was so painful that he looked at his wife and daughter. Jin Xiying was very satisfied with this measure. She thought this was something like an antibody, so she quickly coaxed Zhang Aijia to inject a dose with her eyes closed. After everyone finished the injection, she watched them walk out of the passage with big bags of small bags, and immediately surrounded a group of people. Some of these people were very enthusiastic and directly reached out to grab their bags, saying with a smile:

"Brother, you see, you are tired. Come on, I'll help you carry it!"

"Get out!"

Zhang Hu'en kicked the guy who came up. Seeing that the newcomer dared to hit someone, the gangsters immediately rolled up their sleeves and rushed up. Zhang Hu'en put the bag on his back and beat the guys up all over the ground. The soldiers guarding the door were about to come to stop him, but a soldier next to him handed over a pack of pandas and muttered in his ear a few times. He was smoking a cigarette while shouting:

"Hey, don't kill it, it's hard to explain if we kill it!"

The soldier's words immediately stimulated the nerves of the gangsters around him. The feelings of this group of people are related. Those who were originally going to come to find fault also retreated. Don't mess with these Qiu Ba, right?

The guys lying all over the floor were all trauma. After hearing the soldiers' shouts, they knew that they could not find the fight today. He got up and retreated. Zhang Hu'en asked everyone to wear masks and walk down the street. The street's facades and floors were requisitioned. There were numbers written on white paper on the door, starting from 12-001 and going backwards. They walked along the clues on the door. When they walked to the middle of Yanhe Street, they found a group of people surrounding the door with "Goldman Sachs Supermarket" hanging on the door. Several soldiers stood far away and had no intention of blocking them. There were security guards and staff in the supermarket standing in the iron fence of the supermarket. A man in a suit was shouting in the middle of Yanhe Street:

"It's closed, it's closed, please come again someday."

"Open the door, why don't we buy something if we have money?"

"The son of the turtle wants to hoard goods, so you can rob him by fire. You are shameless to make money from the country in crisis!"

The conflict between customers and merchants is intensifying. Zhang Hu'en lowered his head and walked forward. The more he went forward, he found that the scene was more chaotic. Many small supermarkets and convenience stores were in chaos, with scattered goods all over the floor. From time to time, a few passers-by were in and out with their pockets. The supermarket owners blocked the door with a look of desolation, but they could not stop them at all. The passers-by didn't say they forced to rob, but just threw a few bills to the boss as soon as they went out, and they didn't look for the price or look for money. They hurriedly ran towards the exit.

"Bandits, you bandits. Sir, don't you care?"

A supermarket owner cried to the soldier at the door with tears in tears, but the soldier raised his lips and said:

"If someone gives money, the boss, it's not considered robbing if he gives money."

Some daily necessities and luxury goods stores were a little better, but they were afraid of causing harm to the fish pond and consciously dropped the roller shutter door. Zhang Huen and his friends walked to the store and saw white papers of 12-550~12-600 sticking on it. They opened the small iron door and walked upwards.

This is an old residential building with three floors in total. The bottom floor has been converted into a store, and the upper two floors are lined up by ten houses. Since their brand is relatively high, there are only three people living in the residential building, two old couples and one bald man, and they occupy two houses. The one where bald man lives is about to divide the dogs into it. The two old men are using the original owner's gas stove to heat steamed buns. The bald man is sitting at their home to repair the TV. Seeing his concentration, he seems to be able to do one or two brushes.

"Hey. New here!"

The old man looked up at the people passing by the door and shouted:

"Young man, where are you calling? How is your situation?"

Zhang Gouyuan said funnyly:

"We go from the Tang Dynasty in the East to the West!"

"Shut up, sorry, my nephew likes to joke around. We are from Luoshi City."

"oh?"

The bald man photographed the TV. The TV that was originally covered with snow suddenly sent a signal. Everyone stopped. The playback was actually the President of the Republic of China's Republic of China to the people of the whole country. The President sat upright in front of the TV, chanting with a serious look on his face:

"In this critical moment, we should not panic, nor should we complain to each other. We should join hands to fight against the rioters who are trying to undermine our country's stability and unity. I have asked all provinces, cities and regions to launch a first-level emergency plan. The army will soon quell the riot. I hope everyone will be patient for a while, lock the doors and windows at home, prepare enough food and water, and wait for the army's rescue. In addition, I allow all citizens of the Republic to take up weapons to fight these rioters..."

"Rampage, riot Nimabi!"

The bald man almost pushed the TV to the ground in anger. The old woman who was hot steamed buns quickly grabbed him and said:

"Changming, you're going crazy again. It took you two hours to fix the TV. Do you want to smash it again now?"

The bald head pointed in pain at the TV and was still crying, and the president who tried to arouse the enlightenment of the masses said:

"Mom, you heard what you heard the bitch raises say. He said it was a rioter. I went to the rioters of tm. The rioters would bit Xiaoyun to death and would escape her intestines and eat her! This is a lie, it is tm's biggest lie!"

The old woman hugged her son, and Li Changming, who was in his thirties, cried in his mother's arms as if she was crying. The old man shook his head helplessly and said to Zhang Hu'en:

"We also came here by Luoshi. Unfortunately, my daughter-in-law didn't escape. She died without even giving birth to a grandson. Alas, that's a wife who spent a lot of money to marry back."

Zhang Hu'en and his group stared at the old man with a twisted face, thinking to themselves: Who are these people?

Zhang Huen looked at Li Changming's condition and found that this guy was actually a mobile phone repairman. His attributes were not weird, but he had 20 skillful skills. The best occupation for survival was a communications soldier, an electrical equipment maintenance officer, or a small electrical inventor. As for his father and mother, it was a bit tricky. His attributes were weaker than ordinary people (for the elderly), and he did not have any good subconsciousness and special survival skills.

He comforted the family a few words indifferently. They reassigned the house in the corridor outside. The adults and children were given four rooms in total. The two families lived in one room respectively, and Gou Sheng and Wen Shao were staying in one room. As for Li Changming's room, seeing his unstable appearance, he would let him stay alone.
Chapter completed!