Liu Zheng had already remembered all the routes on the map. With his instructions, the team soon arrived outside the gate of the Black Mountain gathering place.

The gathering place is built on a slope that is much higher than normal land. Although it is not a place where it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is also a good location.

The gathering place has the feeling of an ancient city, surrounded by thick walls, but the walls are not too high.

There are diggings in front of the city wall, and the suspension bridge is lowered to connect to the opposite shore.

There are two turret towers on both sides of the gate that are raised from other normal city wall heights. Not only are there people patrolling, but the machine cannons and machine guns inside show the force of the defense here.

From time to time, vehicles or people returning from the wilderness entered the gathering place, and Liu Zheng and his team slowly appeared in the eyes of the guards.

"Stop, who will report your identity."

The guards were alert to this larger convoy.

"Mercenary Group."

The car was parked outside the suspension bridge, and Liu Zheng shouted at the guard.

"Veter? It's Liu Ziyi, I heard that guy."

"Good captain, it's him, there are definitely so many people in the Veterans."

Two soldiers muttered beside an officer who looked like a big shot.

"Veteran, why did you come to Montenegro? You don't come here normally, right?"

The officer led a few people across the suspension bridge and came to Liu Zheng's car and asked.

"Ha, it seems that you don't have any rules for us to come, right? Don't worry, we understand the rules, how much do we need?"

Liu Zheng threw him a box of cigarettes and said.

"Hey, this is easy to say."

The officer who put the cigarette in his arms showed joy on his face.

In the context of wasteland and the environment where humans are fighting against hegemony with other races, major forces produce some of the most basic living materials and important resources are used to invest in the military industry. Things like cigarettes are produced relatively rare and are difficult for ordinary people to enjoy.

"There are fifteen cars in total, one thousand five hundred yuan."

The soldier glanced at the cigarettes his captain received with envy, counted the convoy, and then said beside the officer.

"You heard that we collected all 1,500 yuan, united coins and iron blood coins."

The captain nodded and said to Liu Zheng.

This is considered an entry fee. One of the two currencies is the currency issued by the Red War Banner, and the other is the currency issued by the other major forces of mankind in the south.

"There is no money. We are here to sell goods and make some money. Can we get a good deal if there is good goods?"

"What?"

"Move them down."

When the officer saw the bodies of several insects being thrown down, he looked happy and said, "You have a great harvest, these are all good things."

"How about it?"

"Yes, a complete worm corpse can be sold at a price ranging from 80 to 150 yuan. It's enough for you to throw down fifteen."

The officer thought about it and said.

Liu Zheng signaled his eyes, and the monkey called out from the walkie-talkie again, and the convoy was soon thrown away by insect corpses.

"By the way, have you met Satan? He is guarding the big fish every day."

As for cigarettes, the officer was in a good mood and said to Liu Zheng next to the car door while others were carrying insect corpses.

"Satan?"

"The son of the Iron-Faced Gang leader, this kid gave himself the name of a second-middle pen, called "Satan's Undead Warlock". He usually calls himself Satan, a dog bastard who is pretending to be a slut and hated by thousands of people."

The little leader smiled coldly and said sarcastically.

Liu Zheng and the monkey in the car looked at each other, and then they remembered the Iron Mist Gang who had encountered before and robbed the road.

"Boss, it should be the guy behind us who was locked up, and he was pretending to be hard-boosted with us at first."

Manniu said something to Liu Zheng.

It's him...

Liu Zheng glanced at the car behind. The strong man who had led the Iron-Ming Gang's minions was taken by them and has now become a useless man.

Because I thought this person might be useful, I didn't kill him.

"Just a small character, can he still steal us?"

Liu Zheng shook his head disdainfully and said to the officer.

"Hey, that's fine. The Iron-Medical Gang is not easy to mess with. You guys are more at ease... Hey... Let it go..."

The officer kindly gave in and led his men to make way.

After the convoy entered the camp, Liu Zheng and the others found that the gathering place was not as good as they thought. It could be summarized in three words, that is, it was dirty and messy!

There was garbage everywhere and simple tents everywhere. Many people were dazed in a daze, with no glory in their eyes.

The arrival of the convoy made Xu people's eyes shine, as if they wanted to come up and beg for some reason, but when they found that the people in the car pointed their cold guns at them, they all gave up.

It was better to see the convoy after passing this slum-like area. The buildings appeared in my eyes and there were more and more normal people.

"Just camp here and surround the car."

Liu Zheng looked around and found that many people were also camping in open areas, so he ordered this.

"This is not like the end of the world three hundred years later, why is it like the beginning of the end of the world?"

When everyone was busy, the monkey came to Liu Zheng, slapped his nose with his hands, and said with a frown.

“This is what all the camps in the entire wasteland look like.”

Ah Lin, who is a native, said with a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? How do you say it?"

Liu Zheng looked at Alin and asked.

"Many people don't want to fight to the death and can only live like this. They can only receive relief food that can only be guaranteed to not starve to death every day, and one day will pass. Only those who dare to hunt on the wasteland can live a prosperous life. As for the elderly, weak, women and children, life is even more difficult..."

"...Captain, let alone here, I think the red war flag that is the best for ordinary people is almost the same. Because there is not enough resources, it can only be used to support the soldiers and invest in the construction of weapons and military industries. Everyone has to rely on themselves. The people we just saw are the kind of people who are just eating and waiting to die."

Alin's words made Liu Zheng's mind look like the struggle of all living beings on the wasteland.

"Then your gathering place is similar, right?"

"Yes, our gathering place is smaller than this, and basically only those who dare to go to the wasteland to find prey can have enough food."

Hearing this question from the monkey beside him, Alin's eyes became even more heart-warming.

"I suddenly thought of one thing. Is there any need for a bride price in this situation?"

Manniu smiled a little and said.

"Hahaha...."

Several people laughed, but Alin sighed and said, "No one dares to ask for the bride price anymore, and even the slave market is legal now..."

In this world, men with strong bodies can naturally live more comfortably than women with weaker constitutions.

"Okay, you're different now. You're so popular and have the power to drink spicy food. Why do you think so much? If you have time, go back to your gathering place, and don't go if you don't want to."

Manniu patted his younger brother's shoulder and said with a consolation and smile.

After saying that, he went to pull the guy like a dead dog over and said to Liu Zheng: "Boss, will you kill this guy?"

"You are Satan? Satan's undead warlock? What brain can come up with such a nickname? Tsk tsk tsk..."

Looking at the useless man who had been cleaned up like a dead dog, Liu Zheng looked at him jokingly and said.

"Ah Grandpa, grandpa please don't torture me, give me some fun... Otherwise, you can find my father and let my father exchange me for benefits. Please, either kill me or let me go, just ask not torture me... Woo woo..."

After being subjected to various means by the travelers, the man who was originally a tough man completely lost his hope for life and his desire for life, and lay on the ground and kept begging and crying.

"That's what you treat him? A bastard."

Liu Zheng suddenly looked at the team members beside him and his face became serious.

"Forehead..."

The team members were a little confused and were all confused.

"Why does he have the strength to speak?"

“…”

"Okay, the torture is not enough. Take care of him well and castrate him first. I'll be annoyed when I look at him!" Liu Zheng waved his hand.

"Okay, we will give him healing props, torture him while healing, allowing him to enjoy all the known torture."

The subordinates reacted and said with a grin.

"No! Don't castrate me...ah...no..."

Liu Zheng didn't care about those things, but he felt inexplicably angry when he saw this guy.

How can I kill a group of people if Iron-Ming Gang dares to block the road and kill a group of people? When I came to this gathering place where more than 20,000 people are all resources. Legends must be circulated. Isn’t Iron-Ming Gang the best target to establish his authority?

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!