8:31 pm
He Min stood quietly at the east gate of the City of Rebellion and accepted the interrogation. At this moment, a man with dark spots on his face smiled and hugged He Min with one hand.
"Miss, would you like to accompany me tonight? Yes..."
He Min pushed the man away vigorously, smashed a can of liquid food on the table, and then went into the city. The men behind him burst out laughing. The man who just chatted with He Min sighed in distress.
Take a breath.
"I lost again, hey."
As soon as she entered the city, He Min saw the glass windows displaying women. She couldn't help but feel angry. When she walked over, she saw many people watching, and everything in the glass windows was unsightly.
But soon He Min turned around and left the crowd of onlookers, walking alone on the street, pressing the shoulder straps of his backpack with both hands, squeezing tightly with two fingers. By 12 o'clock tonight, this city will be decided.
The decision is made by their 10 inspectors who have been performing surveillance missions in the barrier area for a long time.
Feeling an invisible pressure falling on her shoulders, He Min walked quietly on the street, looking at the happy scene around her. People in the city seemed to have a much better life than other places in the barrier zone.
He Min had only been to this place once a year ago. At that time, she was a little shocked by everything about this place. There was actually a market here. Although it was still barter for goods, it had gradually formed a scale and market.
He Min looked at a dimly lit shop selling some clothes on the street, and walked in. Most of the clothes were old and damaged, and had only been slightly repaired.
"A cotton-padded coat has 5 cans of food. If the cans are empty, only 400 are needed. Water cannot be exchanged."
An old woman could not open one eye because of a sarcoma that had grown on her brow bone, her teeth were also incomplete, her face had a large number of black spots, her skin was rough and shriveled, and she looked a bit scary.
He Min glanced casually.
"Old lady, I heard that people from the city come here from time to time. Is this true?"
He Min asked, and the old woman laughed loudly, and the sound in her hoarse throat was like rough sandpaper being rubbed.
"Girl, if you want to ask something, at least you must first..."
He Min took out 5 cans of food and handed them to the old woman. He looked around and found a room with some smelly but still clean blood-stained cotton clothes.
"Thank you for your patronage. I have never seen anyone from the city. Haha, what are the people in the city doing here? Those damn guys, it would be great if the whole city fell down one day, haha."
Although the tone was teasing, He Min could see that there was anger in the old woman's eyes.
"The riots of the past few days were such a pity. Those idiots would not have captured the guard station first. There are weapons inside. It would be great if the door could be opened. We could rush in and loot."
For a moment, He Min felt a little trembling in her heart. The old woman took the bright white knife in her hand and waved it a few times.
Deep-rooted hatred and hatred for everything in the city, this is what He Min saw in the barrier area, and it is the same here. Almost no one is grateful for receiving food and water every month.
He Min took the cotton-padded clothes and walked out of the shop, and the old woman's hoarse clicking voice sounded again.
Just a few steps out of the store, He Min saw two men struggling with each other in front of him. The Crimson Tide people were maintaining order on the side and began to open their mouths.
"Hurry up. Who will win the bet? You have to place your bet quickly."
Some people took the liquid food in their hands and put it into two different baskets. The two people roared and attacked each other continuously. It was an extremely ordinary fight. The people next to them cheered excitedly, as if they were watching the two sides bite each other.
Like a wild beast.
Then someone secretly kicked a stone over. When the man who was pressed to the ground and strangled his neck touched the stone, he hit the man on the top of the head and hit it hard. Along with the knocks, there was a cold feeling.
There was blood in the air. The man who was hit by the stone stopped moving. The man holding the stone that was still dripping with blood let out a crazy cry.
After a while, the red tide people took off the clothes of the deceased and took away all his belongings. One person tied the body with a rope and dragged it on the ground.
However, what He Min didn't expect was that they didn't take the dead man anywhere else, but directly to a shop with a strange smell. He Min covered her mouth and widened her eyes in horror.
"Boss, fresh meat."
A strong man took one look at the corpse and dragged it in. Some of the onlookers couldn't bear it and walked away, while others swallowed and were attracted by the smell.
He Min quickly ran to an alley, took off her veil, and started retching repeatedly. Her stomach was churning, and after a while she couldn't help but vomit it out.
.......
In a spacious room, there was a sofa covered with a clean white blanket. Women wearing only cloth to cover their bodies were carefully carrying some pastries, candies and drinks and placed them neatly on the table.
"It's okay to go out."
An old, balding old man with a limp, only a lot of sparse white hair hanging on the sides. His face was pockmarked, his teeth were yellow and black, and he was wearing a red leather coat and a pair of boots.
Wearing gemstone rings of different colors on all ten fingers, this old man's name is Porter, the founder of Crimson Tide.
At this time, the door of the room was knocked open, and Zhu Fei and two other men walked in. One of them was very tall, more than 2 meters tall and thin, with sharp eyes, all his hair shaved, and there were also a lot of stains on his face.
There are black spots, and the other one is short, has a hunchback, and has a slightly crooked mouth. He looks unattractive, but he has a pair of shrewd eyes.
The tall one is the number 2 figure of the Crimson Tide, Yao Zhuang, and the short one with a slanted mouth is the number 3 figure of the Crimson Tide. Fang Si and Zhu Fei looked around. Potter had already asked the maids to tidy up the room. It was not worth having a model.
Yes, many of the unsightly stickers on the wall with red tide propaganda slogans have been turned into landscape stickers.
Some relatively new sofas, tables and chairs have been moved up.
"Boss, it's been more than half an hour since Jean entered the city, but the others haven't arrived yet."
Potter hummed and sat down with a limp.
"It doesn't matter."
"It's really fast, that bastard Gene."
Fang Si said and walked to the sofa. Just as he was about to sit down, he was stopped by Porter's eyes. He raised his hands and smiled.
"It's also soiling the freshly washed blanket, which is very rude to the distinguished guests who are coming next, haha."
Fang Si sat on the wooden chair next to him, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Don't feel uncomfortable. Negotiations will happen sooner or later. The sooner the better."
"Boss, isn't it good for us to be free and king here? If we go under the sun, we will be nothing."
Zhu Fei smiled and shook his head.
"The city will not let us continue to expand, so the current time and the subtle opportunities that arise are the most timely opportunities for negotiation."
Potter nodded happily, sat down, raised his head and sighed.
Chapter completed!