Before the sky turned dark, two transport helicopters arrived above Dongcheng Hospital.
In addition to the eight soldiers in power armor, there were also two supply boxes stuffed with ammunition.
They didn't stay here for long. The two transport helicopters that unloaded the supplies took off again and flew in the direction of AS Order to deliver the second batch of reinforcements.
Zhao Qiuran looked at the eight shiny power armors and the two transport helicopters in the distance. Zhao Qiuran was very calm.
At least on the surface, she was no longer as surprised as before.
She had even seen fighter jets and the electromagnetic pulse cannon that could collapse a building. Now that a few more power armors and helicopters appeared, it didn't seem to be worth her time. She was no longer surprised by Jiang Chen's continuous supply of good stuff.
She walked to the side of the supply box, picked a more powerful Reaper rifle from the box, and replaced the submachine gun in her hand.
She held the rifle in her hand, and after a while, she put the rifle behind her back. She looked at Jiang Chen and exclaimed, "I'm looking forward to my life in Wanghai."
"Why?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Just how rich do you have to be to be able to stuff this kind of rifle into the armory like cabbages? If you take it to the market on Pingan Street, the twenty Reapers in your box can sell for at least 100 crystals. "
"It's not valuable anymore." Jiang Chen picked up the rifle and the magazine from the box, then said casually, "And I advise you not to have too high expectations for your future life, lest you blame me when you're disappointed."
"Why?" Zhao Qiuran asked blankly.
"It's not easy to find a job in the Sixth Street, at least it's not easy to find a lone traveler."
"I … Aren't I working for you?"
"Did I say I was going to hire you?"
"…"
After the blockhouse and sentry tower were built, the sky was completely dark.
The twenty guards were divided into three groups and took turns to guard the blockhouse and the sentry tower, carefully guarding against the zombies that might approach.
The rest of the people used the dried branches and alcohol bottles they picked up to start a few campfires in the open space between the ruins of the main building and the medical building. They sat around the fire in twos and threes to keep warm. Even the women saved by Jiang Chen from the raiders were assigned to five campfires and sat in the corners of the open space.
He didn't know if it was because of the temperature of the fire.
Many of those pairs of numb gazes had already begun to show traces of warmth.
But Jiang Chen didn't notice this subtle change.
He, who was sitting in front of the fire, was yawning out of boredom. He unscrewed the cap of the nutrient supply and thought in his mind.
It would be perfect with some barbecue and beer.
Of course, he only thought about it. After all, this was not a NAC military base. There was no warehouse full of food for cover. Even if he was surrounded by his confidants, it was not convenient for him to take out food from the storage dimension.
Just as he began to feel bored, something seemed to happen at the gate of the courtyard.
He threw away the empty test tube in his hand, stood up from the ground, and patted his pants.
"I'll go over there to take a look."
"I'll go with you!"
Seeing Jiang Chen get up, Lu Fan also stood up and followed Jiang Chen to the gate.
…
At the gate of the courtyard, a man in leather armor was standing on the street not far from the gate. Behind him was a dilapidated truck.
"Don't shoot! We mean no harm. "
The man carefully put the gun on the ground, raised his hands above his head, and walked to the front door of Dongcheng Hospital.
His expression was tense.
Now that the sky was completely dark, God knows how many zombies were nearby.
"Who are you?" Standing on the top of the bunker, Zhao Qiuran pointed the rifle in her hand at him, and her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a peddler from Haizhou. I'm in the fur business. I can give you 10% of my goods … No, 20%. I only ask you to let me stay here until dawn. " The man noticed the vigilance on Zhao Qiuran's face and pleaded, "I swear, we really mean no harm. As soon as it's dawn, we'll leave immediately. If you don't trust us, we can sleep in the corner. "
Just as Zhao Qiuran wanted to refuse, Jiang Chen's voice came from behind.
"Open the door and let them in."
"But …"
Jiang Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhao Qiuran and glanced at Lu Fan.
No wonder he was a guard who had followed him for many years. With just one look, Lu Fan understood his meaning. He took two steps to Zhao Qiuran's side and glanced at the man standing outside the door.
"Keep your goods for yourself. Our benevolent boss allows you to come in and take refuge. But if you dare to have other ideas, I will make you regret coming to this world. "
"I don't dare to have other ideas," the man said while sweating profusely.
The fortifications had been built, and of course, trucks couldn't get in. However, zombies were only interested in people, as long as they didn't park in their path.
The man returned to the truck, called the four caravan guards, and parked the truck on the side of the road. Then he passed through the small door next to the bunker and entered Dongcheng Hospital. As soon as they entered Dongcheng Hospital, they consciously handed over the rifles in their hands and placed them at the door.
Anyone who saw the eight power armors would make the same choice.
There was no other reason.
In front of the power armors, even if they held rifles, it was no different from a matchstick.
The four caravan guards were placed by the fire near the door, and the man in leather armor followed Lu Fan to the fire where Jiang Chen was.
"What's your name?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Liu Wendi … Can I sit here?"
"Sit down."
"Thank you."
Sitting across from Jiang Chen, the man noticed the women around the fire and curiously asked Jiang Chen.
"Are they your slaves?"
"No, they are my spoils of war." Sitting next to the fire, Jiang Chen looked at him and joked.
The man was obviously frightened. He swallowed his saliva and moved his butt back.
Jiang Chen smiled and did not explain. He picked up a branch from the side and fiddled with the fuel in the fire.
"Why don't you go to Pingan Street? Aren't you afraid of zombies or raiders wandering around so late at night? "
"We also want to go to Pingan Street, but there is a small situation there." Liu Wendi smiled bitterly.
Jiang Chen stopped fiddling with the branch, glanced at him, and asked casually.
"Oh? What happened over there? "
"The South Gate collapsed."
Jiang Chen was taken aback.
"Collapsed? South Gate? "
Liu Wendi nodded her head vigorously and said with an unhappy expression.
"The gap is half a kilometer, and it is said that half of the slum collapsed. Now the entire Pingan Street is in chaos, and the militia has blocked the entire Pingan Street. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to leave even with money. "
He came all the way from Haizhou to sell the furs on this truck to Shangjing and make a profit before winter. However, now the entire Pingan Street was under martial law, and he didn't know how long the blockade would last.
It was quite dangerous to leave goods outside. Even if the Survivors Alliance established a convention that no killing and looting was allowed within the Third Ring Road, this convention had never crossed the walls of Pingan Street.
He even made up his mind that if it didn't work, he could only take the goods back to Haizhou.
His four guards, who had barely managed to gather enough equipment, were really not enough.
Liu Wendi sighed, took out a tube of nutrient supply from his carry-on bag, and drank it with his eyes closed.
Just then, the roar of an engine came from the distance.
Liu Wendi looked up at the sky, and two dazzling white lights shone down. He was so scared that he almost dropped the nutrient supply in his hand and quickly stood up from the ground.
"What the hell is that?"
"You mean that?" Jiang Chen looked at the sky and smiled. "My helicopter."
"Helicopter? Yours? "Liu Wendi felt that his brain couldn't process the information.
"Yes. Speaking of which, I haven't told you my name yet. " Jiang Chen threw the branch in his hand into the fire, clapped his hands, stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and said nonchalantly, "You can call me Jiang Chen."
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