DipNovel Chapter 205 The Chinese come out
Chapter 205 The Chinese come out
The three underground floors are warehouses, which are more than ten times larger than the six floors above.
The grain and oil warehouse, the military uniform material warehouse, and the construction and decoration materials warehouse can be opened directly with the master key given by Tang Fei.
There are thousands of boxes of canned meat, fish, fruits and nuts of all kinds, many of which were produced in the past two years.
There are hundreds of tons of coffee, sugar, salt, oil, various alcoholic beverages, dried fruits, cereals, dehydrated vegetables, and milk powder.
Military uniforms, military boots, gloves, military tents, military fabrics, etc., in thousands of boxes.
Pots and pans, cups, spoons, knives, various small household appliances, and miscellaneous items occupy a corner.
All kinds of plates, steel, floor heating, and decoration materials are piled up in two large rooms.
Surprisingly, there are also medicines produced after natural disasters, including anti-inflammatory and antipyretic, hemostatic and analgesic, antibiotics, iodine, alcohol, surgical instruments, etc.
Zuo Ling took 7% and left 3%.
In addition, there was a parts and tool library, all of which were searched and hundreds of generators were found, including diesel, gasoline, and dozens of small wind turbines.
The remaining two warehouses have very high security levels and cannot be opened with master keys.
The upper layers are burned into charcoal rods, so fingerprints, irises and the like are no longer useful.
Flame guns, high-speed drills, sulfuric acid, crowbars...it took eighteen martial arts, and it took a lot of effort to open the door.
One warehouse was smaller, more than fifty square meters, and the wooden boxes from bottom to top filled more than half of the room.
Open the box, it's shiny, oh, Alibaba's treasure trove!
It’s full of gold bars and gold bricks! Get rich! Get rich! !
It is impossible to calculate how much these many gold bars are worth.
Swallowing, it's a pity. If this were before the end of the world, my financial resources would be at least among the top 500 people in the world.
The other is an arsenal of submachine guns, pistols, flame guns, shotguns, various types of bullets, grenades, bombs, artillery shells, armor-piercing projectiles, shoulder-mounted cannons...
The arms reserve is more than three times that of the Ding family's arsenal.
As well as thousands of tons of gasoline, diesel and aviation fuel.
Take it all away, take it all away, take it all away, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this refreshing, Zuo Ling smiled and narrowed his eyes.
收完底下的，左灵先去中间层，把8架直升机、5辆水陆两栖坦克、5辆军用悍马、10辆雪地履带车、20辆雪地摩托车收进空间。
After collecting the supplies, I went to the underground floor and asked from room to room:
"Are there any Chinese? Come out."
It's not Zuo Linglan's good intentions, but facing natural disasters that cannot be resisted by human power, fewer and fewer people can survive. It is necessary to leave some kind of fire for mankind, so that life will be more interesting.
But he didn't have the kindness to let everyone go.
She didn't care whether the Chinese who came out first would release the rest.
When I asked the question for the first time, the room was quiet and no one answered.
"Are there any Chinese? No, I'm leaving."
After asking several times in a row, I finally got a response.
A skinny woman threw herself at the door and asked timidly:
"You...are you Chinese?"
Her accent sounded like she was from Kyoto.
Zuo Ling did not answer, but asked: "Journey to the West?"
Being able to speak a few words in Chinese is nothing. Anyone who doesn’t know the four great Chinese classics must not be Chinese.
The woman was startled, and her eyes flashed: "Sun Wukong,"
Zuo Ling looked at her, and the woman's voice was urgent: "Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha..."
She searched her guts and wanted to name a few more names from Journey to the West.
Zuo Ling opened the door:
"There is food and clothing in the basement. Go get it quickly. If it's too late, it will be taken away by others."
The woman was timid, not daring to leave: "Can we really leave? They... they are all dead? Did you beat them to death?"
Zuo Ling's patience was limited: "It's up to you whether you want to go or not."
If you talk too much, you will expose yourself too much. If you let people out, you are already causing trouble for yourself.
The conversation between the two could be clearly heard in the room next to them. Someone shouted:
"I, I am Chinese."
Zuo Ling stopped caring about her, went to the next room, and asked: "A Dream of Red Mansions."
"Cao Xueqin, Jia Baoyu..."
The doors opened one by one, and the problems in each room were different.
In the end, a total of 8 Chinese women were released, one of whom was pregnant.
Every time someone is released, Zuo Ling will ask them to go underground to get supplies.
Someone grabbed Zuo Ling and refused to let him go:
"Are you from the military? Are you here to rescue us? Can you send us home?"
Zuo Ling pulled her away with a cold face: "I'm not, I just do a good deed occasionally."
The woman refused to give up and turned to Pei Nansheng for help:
"Please, take me away, I will do whatever you want, please, please..."
She raised her face and tried hard to put on a pitiful expression, but she didn't know that she was so thin that she had no sense of beauty at all.
How long has it been since you used this method against men?
Zuo Ling took out a gun and put it on her head, saying coldly: "Are you trying to bully us into not shooting?"
The woman was so frightened that she let go and did not dare to pester him again.
The women in other rooms first watched indifferently, and then realized that someone was really being let out. They knocked on the door and shouted something.
Zuo Ling couldn't understand and just begged to let them out.
Zuo Ling ignored her. There was a limit to her kindness. She released the Chinese for the sake of sharing the same origin.
Turn around and come to the second underground floor.
In the same way, knock on the door one by one: "Is there any Chinese? Come out."
There was a commotion inside, but still no one answered.
Anyone who has been abroad knows that China's international status is not high, and there are endless incidents of humiliation of Chinese people.
The workers thought about it several times. Is it good or bad to be Chinese?
Zuo Ling asked again:
"Are there any Chinese? No, they're gone."
She said go away.
"Yes, yes, I, I... am."
The voice is timid.
"Me, me too."
"..."
Several people stood up in succession.
They all heard the gunshots outside. Who knows whether they are dead or alive without a fight.
Pei Nansheng took out his gun: "Come one by one, no crowding allowed."
Zuo Ling pointed out one person: "You, answer the question, and I will let you out."
"Zhao Benshan."
The man was dumbfounded by the question and didn't react for a long time.
The people behind rushed to answer: "Song Dandan, Cui Yongyuan, "Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow"."
Zuo Ling clicked on him, "You, come out."
Everyone was stunned, it was so simple! I regret that I was slow to speak.
"There are supplies on the third underground floor. Go get them. After you get them, run for your life."
The man said thank you several times and ran down in a hurry, fearing that if he ran too slowly, his things would be taken away by others.
"Wusong."
"Wu...Dalang, Pan, Pan...Jinlian."
"Zhuge Liang."
"Three... cobblers, can they compare to one Zhuge Liang?"
"..."
There are all kinds of questions, none of which has a unique answer, and people are released one by one.
Suddenly I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
The man was as thin as a skeleton, with an unkempt beard, hair more than half a foot long, dirty and torn clothes, and two big eyeballs embedded in the eye sockets, dangling.
"Kyoto."
He was stunned for a moment and then replied: "Tanghulu, Temple of Heaven?"
Zuo Ling didn't ask any more questions and let the person out directly.
The man didn't leave and asked Zuo Ling:
"Please...please ask, did you see a woman? She..."
He wanted to describe the image of a woman, but Zuo Ling turned away from him and said in a cold voice:
"On the third underground floor, go and see if there is any."
The man still didn't leave. He muttered for a long time and asked Zuo Ling:
"We...we, have we met in Kyoto? I...I hear your voice is very familiar."
Zuo Ling was wearing a helmet, so the man couldn't see her face clearly. From the first sentence he heard Zuo Ling say, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Zuo Ling didn't say anything, and Pei Nansheng pointed his gun at him and said in a vicious voice: "What are you trying to do? Get away quickly."
The man was so frightened that he took two steps back and did not dare to say anything more. He walked away and still looked in Zuo Ling's direction in confusion.
Zuo Lingdang didn't know, so he asked questions one by one: "Ni Ping."
By coincidence, I happened to meet someone who didn't like watching TV. His face was full of doubts, Ni Ping? Who is Ni Ping?
People behind were scrambling to answer:
"Zhao Zhongxiang."
"Variety show grand view."
"Spring Festival Gala."
"Sexy sister."
Zuo Ling clicked on two people with obvious regional accents. The two people were very happy and left with a lot of thanks.
Someone was dissatisfied: "I also answered, why only the two of them were allowed to leave."
Pei Nansheng had a dark face and pointed his gun at him: "We set the rules, there is so much nonsense."
"Chinese national anthem, sing and listen."
The end of the world is so gloomy that I can’t hear the singing. Everyone is suddenly asked to sing, and they can’t even open their mouths.
After a long time, a person timidly started to say: "Get up... get up, people who don't want... to be slaves..."
"Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood..."
Two more people sang along, their voices getting louder and their enunciation getting clearer.
For some reason, Zuo Ling's eyes were sore and he couldn't bear to listen any more.
"Okay, okay, you can go."
Zuo Ling named three people in succession.
More and more people are being released, and people see hope. There are a few people with oriental faces who want to fish in troubled waters.
Pei Nansheng was not polite and shot him directly, scaring many people away, but there were still some who were determined not to give up.
"from where?"
"Kyo...Kyoto"
"Tell me a few snacks that Kyoto people love to eat."
That person: "..."
I blinked my eyes for a long time, but didn't think of a single thing.
Oh, we are just fishing in troubled waters again. We think we are living Bodhisattvas. Zuo Ling can shoot us with just a raise of his hand.
The questions continued, and people were released one by one. There were as many as 40 or [-] people.
When the last room was left, shots were fired upstairs.
Xiaohao! Pei Nansheng rushed up first, followed by Zuo Ling.
Someone in the room shouted: "Girl, girl, don't go, don't go, save me, save us..."
Bang, bang, bang, gunshots rang out, how could Zuo Ling care about other people's affairs.