Cheng Qianhuai pretended to be distressed and sighed: "Brother, have you seen how much supplies we are asked to pay?"
Hearing what he said, the tattooed man scratched his head irritably: "Damn, they are a bunch of horny dogs.
Hikers, men, women, old and young, are all counted on a per-person basis. If each person has 10 kilograms of food, even a 2-year-old baby will have to pay 10 kilograms.
Those of us who drive are being ripped off even more severely. One person pays 20 pounds. Isn’t it obvious that we are cheating people? "
Cheng Qianhuai nodded in agreement: "Indeed."
The tattooed man wanted to say something, but the traffic began to move forward slowly.
He had no choice but to wave his hand at Cheng Qianhuai: "Okay, I'll get in the car first. See you soon, brother."
Cheng Qianhuai smiled at him and returned to the car, telling Song Jinhe everything he had learned.
"With so much grain collected, they really have a big appetite."
Song Jinhe frowned and spoke, but had no intention of conflicting with them.
After all, the other party had a gun in his hand, so there was no need for her to cause trouble for herself for just a few kilograms of food.
"I'll pick out the old rice from the space. It's 40 kilograms for the two of us. When the time comes, you can just get out of the car and carry it to them."
Cheng Qianhuai nodded in agreement and the car sped forward.
The closer you get to the level, the more you can hear the crashing cries and piercing screams.
Who here didn't go through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to get here. The supplies and food along the way were almost exhausted, but they were forced to pay so much tolls.
The light is clearly right in front of us, but someone has imposed an insurmountable barrier.
You must know that 10 kilograms of food is nearly two months of rations for these survivors who came on foot.
Nowadays, food is hard to come by, and no one lives without tightening their belts. Eating two meals a day is a luxury.
At this level, even a child who cannot walk has to pay 10 kilograms of rice. It is clearly aimed at killing that family.
But there is no way, they have guns in their hands.
In today's world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. Some teams with strong abilities have to be given a little less favor by the officials.
Song Jinhe absolutely does not believe that this level can be successfully set up without the tacit approval of official forces behind it.
Perhaps it is not impossible that the Xiling Safety Zone will take a commission from these tolls.
It is really ridiculous that all parties are colluding to continuously squeeze out the remaining value from the survivors.
People who couldn't pay the toll were stopped outside the checkpoint. There was a row of black gun muzzles in front of them, which made people lose the intention to resist in an instant.
But they didn't want to give up this opportunity. They begged hard, but they were still pushed aside mercilessly.
Following the moving team, Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai quickly arrived at the checkpoint.
Song Jinhe put on a hat and mask in advance. She was too conspicuous. If she didn't cover herself well, it would easily cause various troubles.
After all, it is not only materials that are popular in the last days, but also beautiful women.
Neither of them had washed or bathed along the way. Now, in order to avoid the gaze of these survivors, their clothes were rolled in the mud. They were not much different from the survivors who drove iron trucks.
At most, the clothes are still intact. If you don't look closely, you won't find any clues.
The driver was replaced by Cheng Qianhuai. He rolled down the window. The guard with a gun carefully checked every corner of the car and nodded arrogantly after confirming that there were only two people.
"Okay, 40 kilograms of grain, calculated per person."
Cheng Qianhuai immediately handed over the Chen Mi that was ready on the back seat. The guard weighed it and moved the obstacle away after confirming that it was not underpaid.
Song Jinhe lowered the brim of his hat and sat in the passenger seat without being noticed.
Watching as he passed another level, Cheng Qianhuai just started the car and before he could start, he saw the guard in front of him put the roadblock back in place again, blocking the way of the off-road vehicle.
A man wearing sunglasses walked out of a nearby hut. He was wearing an old man's shirt and beanie shoes, and slowly walked to the off-road vehicle.
The guard who had just weighed the grain came over and said, "Brother Ma, the grain they handed over is enough."
The man in sunglasses raised his leg and kicked him, and said with an evil expression: "Did I fucking ask you and you just opened your mouth?"
The kicked guard didn't even dare to cry out in pain, so he turned around and left in anger.
After knocking on the car window, the man in sunglasses walked by and looked in through the half-open window.
"Brother, your car is pretty good."
His gaze paused for a moment on Song Jinhe's tightly covered face, and then moved away carelessly.
Cheng Qianhuai narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, but he also knew that now was not the time for a random conflict, so he had no choice but to respond.
"It's just that I was lucky enough to pick up one. It can barely be regarded as a means of transportation."
He handed over the box of cigarettes that Song Jinhe quietly put into his hand: "This car is not a good one, it is crooked and full of big holes.
Brother, have a cigarette, or make it easy for us to go there first, we are in a hurry to go to the safe zone to find relatives. "
Ma Feiyong smiled and took the box of cigarettes, looked at the outer packaging and stuffed it into his pocket, his eyes instantly became sharp.
"I want these cigarettes, and I also want the car."
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the car door fiercely: "Get out of the car! I have taken a liking to this car. If you don't leave the car, you two can't leave!"
Song Jinhe sat in the passenger seat and frowned, clenching his fists tightly as his anger continued to rise.
Is this bitch starting to rub his nose in his face?
In this case, there was no need for her to leave any way for such a person to survive. She could just shoot him in the head.
The worst case scenario would be to live in another base from now on, and then bring Cheng Qianhuai back to find someone after the limelight is over.
The two sides were at war with each other, and the survivors who were blocked in the rear did not dare to speak out, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible for fear of being affected.
The pistol was hidden in Song Jinhe's cuff. She raised her eyes and signaled to Cheng Qianhuai, telling him to be ready to leave quickly.
But before he could raise his gun and shoot, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.
"Xiao Ma, I haven't seen you for a while. You look quite impressive."
Cheng Qianhuai's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he looked out through the window, he suddenly spotted that familiar figure.
"Jiang Cixu?"
He spoke softly, and the other party waved to him through the gap in the window.
"I originally thought I could catch up with you when I got to the base gate, but unexpectedly a guy came blocking the way."
Song Jinhe put the pistol into the space and looked through the glass at the man who looked particularly lazy outside the window.
He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, brown sweatpants and white sneakers.
At first glance, he didn't look threatening, but Song Jinhe couldn't see through his face, which was always smiling.
"Smiling Tiger."
This was Song Jinhe’s first impression of Jiang Cixu.
Seeing the man standing in front of him, Ma Feiyong's face instantly turned pale. He winked at his men and asked them to put away the toll plaque, and then he walked up with a flattering smile.
"Hey, Captain Jiang! Long time no see.
Is this your friend in the off-road vehicle? I am really blind and blind, and I missed the path of both of you. "
Attitudes changed so quickly that it was astonishing.
