DipNovel Chapter 131 Refugees sell themselves to survive, while on the mountain they walk dogs and barbecue.
Chapter 131 Refugees sell themselves to survive, while on the mountain they walk dogs and barbecue.
The wind in the harbor whipped up sand and dust, stinging my face.
Zhang Yi stood there, looking in the direction where the SUVs had disappeared, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
He knew Li Han too well. That man with the gold-rimmed glasses was a cold, venomous snake who would devour people without spitting out the bones. He hadn't even flinched when facing the military's heavy machine guns.
But just now, this venomous snake was terrified.
It was simply because the boy in white took a step forward.
Zhang Yi stiffly turned his neck, his gaze falling on Lu Sheng.
The young man was calmly adjusting his cuffs, his expression composed, seemingly unconcerned about having just crushed the dignity of a level 6 expert.
At this moment, the disdain and casualness in Zhang Yi's eyes vanished completely.
He felt a chill run down his spine; an instinctive fear of facing a prehistoric behemoth made him straighten his back.
"Major Lu...Major Lu." Zhang Yi stepped forward quickly, his tone respectful to the point of being somewhat restrained. "It was thanks to your intervention that this matter was resolved peacefully. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to resolve this today."
Lu Sheng lowered his hand, his expression calm: "I just happened to be annoyed with those guys, so I did it on a whim. Those kinds of trash deserve to be taught a lesson."
smoothly?
Zhang Yi's lips twitched slightly.
That guy was a local tyrant in Hanwu City, so how come he's no different from a stray dog on the street in this guy's mouth?
"Senior, Major Lu, it's windy here, this isn't the place to talk."
Zhang Yi took a deep breath, turned to the side and made a "please" gesture. "The core camp is halfway up the mountain. I have already had food and drinks prepared. Let's go up and talk. As for the brothers on the fleet, I will arrange for special personnel to take them in with priority. They will be treated to the highest standards."
Chen Yan nodded and patted his junior brother on the shoulder: "Lead the way."
The convoy wound its way up the mountain road.
Through the bulletproof glass, the entire Twin Peaks base gradually came into view.
At the foot of the mountain, the endless refugee camps resemble festering wounds.
It was called a campsite, but it was really just a shack made of plastic sheeting, scrap metal and rotten wood.
Black mud reached their ankles, and the emaciated survivors shuffled through the mud like zombies.
A little girl with a dirty face was kneeling by the roadside, holding a rotten wooden board with several large, crooked characters written on it: "Selling myself. I can cook and do laundry. I just need some food."
Several corpses wrapped in straw mats were piled up beside her, and flies buzzed around, occasionally landing on her bluish ankles.
The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat somber.
Su Li turned her head away and refused to look again.
However, after the convoy drove over a barbed wire fence, the scene before them suddenly changed.
The muddy dirt road has been transformed into a smooth cement road.
There were even neatly trimmed green belts on both sides of the road, although some of them were withered and yellow, but in the apocalypse, they were a luxury.
The buildings on the mountainside are no longer shacks, but villas and sturdy brick houses built against the mountain.
"Boom boom boom..."
The deafening sound of heavy metal music drifted from afar.
Through the car window, Lu Sheng saw several scantily clad women flirting with men on the roadside, their arms linked. The men were holding beer, their faces flushed, and one of them was even walking a fat golden retriever.
The aroma of roasted meat filled the air, creating a stark and ironic contrast with the stench emanating from the foot of the mountain.
"What the hell..." Zhou Hai's eyes widened, his chubby face almost pressed against the glass. "Have we time-traveled? These bastards are living even better than before the apocalypse?"
Zhang Yi sat in the passenger seat, his face ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.
"This is Paradise District."
Zhang Yi's voice was low, filled with suppressed anger, "This is the territory of the Spirit Source Association. They control the best water source and solar power generation on the mountain. Only Spirit Source members and their families can live here. As for those down below just now..."
He paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "That's a refugee camp. The people in the association said that trash only deserve to live in mud, and that living there is just a waste of air."
"Isn't the military going to do anything about it?" Zhao asked, frowning.
"Manage? How?"
Zhang Yi pointed to the barbed wire fence. "This fence isn't for keeping out floating corpses, it's for keeping out people. Our military base is halfway up the mountain behind us. The conditions are a bit better than down below, but still limited. The people in the association value supplies more than their own lives. If we dare to break the rules here, they'll cut off the supply lines to the front lines."
Lu Sheng leaned back in his chair, his golden pupils reflecting the dazzling lights outside the window.
"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, the frozen dead lie scattered on the ground." Lu Sheng murmured, a cold smile curving his lips. "The Spirit Source Association is living quite comfortably, huh?"
Zhang Yi sensed the murderous intent in those words and didn't dare to respond. He simply sighed and said, "We're here. The military mess hall is just ahead."
Compared to the luxury of Paradise District, the military base appears much more shabby.
Several rows of gray, makeshift prefabricated houses stood, and dozens of tanks, patched up and repaired, were parked on the playground, their tracks covered in dried mud and blood.
The cafeteria only had a few wooden tables with peeling paint.
They couldn't even gather a decent stool.
"The conditions are simple, please don't mind." Zhang Yi invited everyone to sit down, personally opened several bottles of unlabeled Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and had two large bowls of stewed luncheon meat brought out.
The aroma of meat was irresistible, but it couldn't mask the desolation that permeated the place.
Looking at the lumps of luncheon meat in the bowl, and then thinking about the whole roasted lamb he had just seen by the roadside, Zhou Hai couldn't help but spit out, "Old Zhang, you guys are eating this? Those bastards were feeding their dogs sausages while walking them."
"We're lucky to have anything to eat," Zhang Yi said with a wry smile, pouring drinks for everyone. "This luncheon meat is some of my hard-earned reserve rations. Come on, let's have a drink! To welcome everyone!"
P.S.: Today's update (1/5).