"Do not move."
Zhao Guohua shouted: "San'er, Lin'er, you two put down your weapons and stand behind me. Don't move without my order!"
Looking at the gunshots ringing outside and the vague troops running towards here.
"Okay, that's it for now, let me say the last words."
Zhao Guohua said calmly: "Those who want to fight and fight their way out can leave now." '
"If you want to survive with the old man, just come over to me."
As he said that, he led the men and women behind him to put their weapons on the table, walked back, and stood in the corner.
Everyone present was speechless when they saw old man Zhao being so happy. Do you want to be like this? What kind of gangsters are you afraid of death?
But there are still people who don’t want to die.
"I surrender too~"
The woman who was full of prostitution said calmly: "I don't want to die. Besides, the most I can do is organize prostitution. In the past, this was still a problem, but now?? Haha."
As he said that, he didn't care about anyone else, and walked over there with the two sisters he brought with him.
"I surrender too~"
"I want to live too~"
"Forget it, surrender. It depends on your fate whether you live or die. Anyway, I am not at a loss. I have already enjoyed what I deserve."
. . . . .
As everyone's words of surrender came out one after another, the stubborn Scar Man finally saw that he was the only one left without expressing his position.
"I...."
Before he could finish his words, a group of evolvers holding horizontal knives poured in from outside the door.
"Don't move, otherwise we will kill you on the spot!"
When the scarred man saw the person coming in, he threw down his weapon and raised his hands high.
When the remaining people saw the tough scarred man turned into this, their faces were full of disbelief and their eyes were filled with amusement.
"Haha, you're not afraid of death? That's bullshit." Everyone felt mocked at the scarred man's performance just now.
In the face of life and death, there are really very few people who can really let go of the fear in their hearts and ignore life and death, especially those like them, who cherish their lives very much.
Maybe they were really not afraid of death at first and dared to die.
But after they successfully become superiors, and after enjoying luxury, beauty, etc., no one is not afraid of death!
And this is human nature, and this is normal human nature.
. . . . .
At this time, Zhang Qingyun and the four women around him had arrived outside the supermarket neatly dressed.
"Is there an underground level in here?"
Zhang Qingyun pointed at the supermarket and asked calmly: "Who built it?"
It stands to reason that the person accompanying him should be Tang Yaohui, but at this time Tang Yaohui is directing the subsequent finishing work, so the person accompanying Zhang Qingyun now is Smith.
"According to the intelligence, it was there when it was built before, and the person in charge of this place is an old man named Zhao Guohua."
Smith respectfully reported to Zhang Qingyun: "According to the intelligence, this Zhao Guohua was Luo Changan's former white glove, specializing in helping the Luo family deal with some shady matters."
And this place was specially used by Zhao Guohua when Luo Changan was there.
After hearing Smith's report, Zhang Qingyun nodded.
"Come on, let's go in and take a look."
With that said, he stepped in first, followed by Chen Yafei, Mei Keqing and others.
Looking at the supermarket, it was empty. The only supplies on display were some biscuits and small breads, and the quantities were not large.
"Husband, take a look, everything in here is moldy."
Hong Zhenying held a bag of bread in her hand and pointed to the contents.
Sharp-eyed Zhang Qingyun also saw "French bread" written on the packaging.
Chen Yafei held a pack of biscuits and said calmly: "Except for the bread, these new-looking biscuits seem to be distributed by the base."
"hehe."
Zhang Qingyun said with a smile: "What's weird about this? This is a black market. Those survivors save the food distributed by the base and come here to exchange for what they want."
"Come on, let's go down and take a look. There's nothing to see here."
With that said, he threw away the biscuits in his hand and walked towards the blown doorway.
The whole staircase is made of concrete, which is very convenient to walk on, but it is a little rough and rough.
Looking at the things on the first floor, they seem to be much more valuable than the things above.
What he saw were rice, flour, grains and oils, vacuum-packed meat, canned fruits, instant noodles, bread and other foods. What surprised him most was that there were actually people selling cigarettes and alcohol here.
But it seemed that there wasn't much wine. The only thing that made Zhang Qingyun strange was the cigarette in his hand.
"How is this going?"
I saw that the cigarettes in his hand were not the ones in the packaging box at all, but cigarettes wrapped in white paper without filters.
"Smith, call the person in charge to come and talk."
After Smith nodded, soon one of the soldiers on guard slipped out from the crowd squatting together.
"Are you in charge?"
Zhang Qingyun asked as he looked at the man standing in front of him, dressed like a human and wearing a damn good suit.
"Sir, I'm in charge of the cigarettes. I don't know anything else."
"Haha, what I want is the person in charge of cigarettes."
Zhang Qingyun said with a smile: "What's going on with this smoke?"
"This is a simplified version of cigarettes made on a tobacco production line after the end of the world."
Hearing this, Zhang Qingyun was stunned and said, "Fuck, I didn't expect to be able to play like this?"
"What do you mean? Where did you get the tobacco production line? Where did the shredded tobacco come from?"
"Sir, our Master Zhao used to be involved in illicit cigarettes, that is, counterfeit cigarettes. That's why he has this kind of thing in his hands."
The man continued: "It's said to be a production line, but the tobacco is still packaged manually. It's the kind of simple cigarette rolling machine that manually adds shredded tobacco and touches the glue."
"As for the tobacco, there are less than two tons of tobacco left before the end of the world."
The man looked at Zhang Qingyun and said with some restraint: "You also know that you can make several cigarettes with just a little bit of shredded tobacco, so..."
Zhang Qingyun was really shocked when he heard what the person in front of him said. He really didn't expect that anyone would have such a mind. After all, before the end of the world, the tobacco business rights were exclusively owned by the government.
Chen Yafei said doubtfully: "Then where did you get the tobacco?"
"This is not easy yet."
The man smiled and said: "Our Mr. Zhao is the white glove of the previous one. It is not easy to get some tobacco."
Zhang Qingyun frowned when he heard this, and immediately made the man put away his smile.
He raised his hand to signal to Smith, and soon a soldier escorted the man back.
"Yafei, arrange for your people to take away all the supplies here."
Zhang Qingyun stretched out his hand and pointed at the supplies and said: "After all, it wasn't brought here by the strong wind, so we can save whatever we can."
"And those tobacco and cigarette rolling devices, take them all away."
Zhang Qingyun said with a smile: "This is a good thing. After the management department got it back, they immediately organized people to start making cigarettes. There is no need to worry about the market for this thing."
"In the future, not only the branch bases, but also the headquarters will sell these. All the strips that used to be sold to them will no longer be sold."
