"Uh?" Jiang Liushi was stunned. He couldn't go to the gas station?
After listening to Wen Lu's explanation, Jiang Liushi understood the reason.
The motorcycle gang's boss had occupied almost all the town's resources, including gasoline.
They used motorcycles to travel, so gasoline was a very important resource for them.
He even put his base camp directly near the gas station.
Wen Lu advised Jiang Liushi not to get close. All the survivors in the town would be plundered by those people. If they were unlucky and tried to resist, they would be killed directly. The other side was too strong, and they were not their opponents.
Survivors like them could barely survive under their control, but they would never take the initiative to get close to the gas station.
Jiang Liushi not only resisted, but also killed a motorcycle gang member, so he must have been targeted.
Jiang Liushi pondered for a moment and asked, "What's the boss's name?"
"I only know that he is called Brother Yu," Wen Lu said.
She noticed that Jiang Liushi didn't seem to have much reaction, so she didn't know what he was thinking.
"If you need fuel, you can find it in the fuel tank of some small cars. But our town is small, and there are not many cars. The fuel tanks of those big trucks have long been emptied. They are too lazy to empty the small cars, so there is still some left," Wen Lu said. Although it would delay a lot of time, it was something that could not be helped.
After doomsday, there were too many helpless things.
"You can only fill up your tank with 100 liters of fuel. I will help you find it. It may take three or four days," Wen Lu said.
Jiang Liushi listened and shook his head.
100 liters was just a fraction of the fuel in his tank. It was not enough.
At that moment, an engine sound suddenly came. Wen Lu suddenly changed her face, "That group of people is coming."
Jiang Liushi followed her line of sight, and several motorcycles appeared in his field of vision.
He quietly put his finger on the button next to the dashboard, and the Starseed appeared in his mind to show the performance data of the MCV.
The MCV was ready to start at any time.
Those motorcycles quickly approached. Jiang Liushi looked at them and found that they were all unfamiliar faces. Judging from their expressions, they didn't recognize his car.
These people and those who had come to rob him were two groups of people.
Jiang Liushi loosened his fingers, but the MCV was still in the "waiting to start" mode.
Seeing that these people didn't seem to have any reaction to the car, the nervous Wen Lu suddenly felt relieved.
"Brother Jiang, you stay in the car. I'll go down first." Wen Lu whispered, then sneaked out of the car and walked directly back to the courtyard. At this time, the survivors in the house also heard the movement and came out one after another. They stood at the door and looked around with a look of fear on their faces.
When those motorcycles passed by Jiang Liushi's minibus, they all looked up in surprise, but they didn't pay much attention to it.
The leader of this group of people was a yellow-haired youth wearing a leather jacket. This person was dressed like a hooligan, and the only thing missing was a sign that said "I'm a hooligan" on his face.
Jiang Liushi guessed that "Yu", who was now in charge of the town, might have been a member of the motorcycle gang. After doomsday, he gathered those members and formed his own force, so his men were all standard gangsters.
"F * cking get out of here!"
The youth in the leather jacket shouted at the door, and an iron bar in his hand knocked on the iron gate of the yard. The sound of metal hitting was quite harsh.
A group of survivors came out in a panic.
Wen Lu, with her sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed two piles of ashes left by the fire, mixed some water, and smeared them on Wen Xiaotian's face.
"Ah!" Suddenly being smeared by her sister, Wen Xiaotian screamed. But Wen Lu was anxious at this time. She lowered her voice and said, "Don't scream. It will be bad if they target you!"
Wen Xiaotian also reacted quickly. She suddenly understood that these motorcycle gangs would kidnap beautiful girls and ravage them. After doomsday, the law collapsed. Even in a society ruled by law, gangsters who might still rape and indecency would become worse in the doomsday.
"Hand over all the food. Don't even think about hiding it. If you find a grain of rice, I will break your legs!"
The youth in the leather jacket shouted with an iron bar. He obviously enjoyed the feeling of showing off. As a gangster, before doomsday, he was very unhappy. If he dared to show off, he would be called to the police station and taught a lesson. But now, he was the boss, and he could do whatever he wanted. Those women, who were superior before doomsday, were now at his mercy. He enjoyed the broken rules brought by doomsday.
In the face of the motorcycle gang, the survivors had no way to resist. It was not that they were cowardly, but they knew that they could not resist.
Before, a group of people united, refused to hand over the food, and even beat the motorcycle gang members. As a result, "Yu" came and killed all of them.
It was said that the scene was very tragic. Many people were dismembered. It was no worse than the scene of zombies biting each other.
In the face of such a powerful "Yu", what could they do?
They trembled as they handed over the food. The old man from before trembled as he took out the half bag of rice that he had found earlier. His turbid eyes were filled with reluctance, as if he was handing over his own life.
"Old thing, hurry up. Do you want to die?"
Seeing the old man's reluctance to hand over the food, the yellow-haired man in the leather jacket impatiently scolded.
The yellow-haired man in the leather jacket grabbed the bag of rice. His strength caused the old man to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
"You, go in and search!"
The yellow-haired man in the leather jacket waved his hand, and the younger brother behind him rushed into the yard.
Suddenly, there was a series of banging sounds. Who knew how many pots and pans were knocked over. This group of people was like a swarm of locusts. Wherever they passed, not even a blade of grass would grow.
"Damn, this group of idiots, they are actually cooking!" A younger brother's voice came from inside the house.
The yellow-haired man in the leather jacket suddenly raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the group of survivors.
The old man's heart skipped a beat. Being stared at fiercely by the yellow-haired man in the leather jacket, he felt apprehensive. He plucked up his courage and said, "Little brother, we originally agreed to split the food we collected in half …"
"Bah! That was dry food. You dare to keep rice? "The yellow-haired man in the leather jacket spat out saliva, splashing on the old man's face.
"Take it all away! You guys, you still want to eat... "The yellow-haired man in the leather jacket said disdainfully.
"This... little... little brother, can you leave some for us? My grandson has a fever at home..."
The old man pleaded. His grandson was only five years old. With the advent of the apocalypse, human life was very fragile. Lack of nutrition could easily make people sick. Eating dry food every day, adults could still persevere, but children could not bear it.
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