Chapter 1185 - You Can Call Me Jiang Chen (2/2)
“But…”
Jiang Chen did not want to say anything more to Zhao Qiuran and looked at Lu Fan instead.
As his captain for many years, Lu Fan immediately understood Jiang Chen. He walked up to Zhao Qiuran and glanced at the man outside the door.
“You can keep your goods. Our benevolent boss allows you to come into our asylum. But if you dare to have any other thoughts, I’ll make sure you regret coming into this world.”
“No, not at all,” The man said while sweating profusely.
The fortifications were already built, and of course, the truck would not be able to enter, but zombies were only interested in people, so they just needed to park the vehicle away from the zombie’s path.
The man returned to the truck and ordered the four people that looked like guards to park the truck on the side of the road. Then he walked through the small door next to the bunker and entered the hospital. Immediately when they entered, they voluntarily handed over their weapons.
Anyone who saw the eight power armors would have made the same choice.
In front of the power armor, a rifle would be no different than a matchstick.
The four trader guards were placed at the campfire near the gate, and the man in the leather armor followed Lu Fan to the campfire where Jiang Chen was.
“What is your name?” Jiang Chen asked.
“Liu Wendi… Can I sit here?”
“Go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
When the man sat on the opposite side of Jiang Chen, he noticed the women several fires away and curiously asked Jiang Chen.
“They are your slaves?”
“No, they’re my loot,” Jiang Chen joked.
The man was clearly shocked by this response. He gulped and moved his butt back a little.
Jiang Chen laughed and did not explain further. He picked up a branch from the side and fiddled with the kindling in the fire.
“Why didn’t you go to Pingan Street? Are you not afraid of zombies or raiders?”
“We also wanted to go to Pingan Street, but something happened there.” Liu Wendi smiled bitterly.
Jiang Chen stopped fiddling with the fire and looked at him while he casually asked.
“Oh? What happened there?”
“The South Gate has collapsed.”
Jiang Chen paused.
“Collapsed? The South Gate?”
Liu Wendi nodded repeatedly. He looked extremely bitter and powerless.
“The gap is around half a kilometer wide. Half of the slums also collapsed. Now the entire Pingan Street is a big mess. The militia has placed Pingan Street under lockdown and is only permitting people to exit. No one can enter regardless of how many crystals they pay.”
He came all the way from Haizhou just to sell the fur on the truck to Shangjing hoping to profit before the winter. However, now the entire Pingan Street was under martial law, he did not know how long the situation would last.
It was quite dangerous to leave the goods outside, even if the Survivors Alliance had a convention that does not allow people to kill people within the Third Ring Road, this convention had never been enacted outside the wall of Pingan Street.
He even made up his mind. If the situation did not improve, he would pull the goods back to Haizhou.
As for the four guards who were barely equipped, they really did not make a difference.
With a sigh, Liu Wendi took a nutrient supply from his bag and drank it with his eyes closed.
Just then, the roar of the engine came from afar.
Liu Wendi looked up at the sky, and two glaring white lights beamed down. The sight made him almost throw away the nutrient supply in his hand as he immediately stood up from the ground.
“What is that?”
“That?” Jiang Chen looked at the sky and smiled. “My helicopter.”
“Helicopter? Yours?” Liu Wendi felt that his mind could not comprehend this.
“Yes. Right, I haven’t told you my name yet,” Jiang Chen tossed the branch into the fire, clapped his hands, stood up, and patted the ash off of his trousers. As if nothing happened, he said, “You can call me Jiang Chen.”