In short, what appears here is a coincidence. It is difficult and almost impossible to copy it elsewhere.

Hu Zhehai is still working hard to introduce various entertainment projects of the Iron Fist Club.

"You really should go over and take a look, I promise you will like it. The malls are well preserved, ladies can shop freely, and men can go to the bar. There are many beautiful girls and beer."

Luo Kuan was a little moved.

Not only him, but many people have the idea of ​​following Hu Zhehai to take a look.

Liu Tianming quickly made a decision.

"Let's do it! Cao Xinneng and Xie Kun stay. There are five other people (core members) responsible for the camp order. All followers take shifts to watch, take a bath and rest when they should take a break. Let's go over and take a look. Everyone brings a communicator, and contact them in time if there are any problems and pay attention to safety."

As a team leader, you must take into account the feelings of most people.

Hu Zhehai's mouth is really good at speaking. Of course, if he can only say it, it would not have such an effect. In fact, no one can forget the prosperity of human society in peacetime. No one likes war, and no one is willing to live a displaced life. As long as it is a human being, we yearn for stability. We all like the prosperous world and are willing to make life better.

Xi'an is indeed different from other places. This can be felt from the surroundings of the railway station.

Hu Zhehai should not have lie.

Liu Tianming could more or less guess what he was thinking. As the leader of the Iron Fist Society, this guy must consider the interests of his territory. The entertainment projects may not be as much as he said, nor are they as complete, but there must be more or less part of them. He took a fancy to the fuel and bullets controlled by the team. If he wanted to get more, he had to launch more trading projects to get profits from them.

He is essentially a businessman.

Luo Kuan and Hu Zhehai walked in the front. He leaned close to Hu Zhehai's ear and smiled with a deep bone-marrowed, "I like women and wine, I hope the place you mentioned can satisfy me."

Hu Zhehai nodded repeatedly with a smile: "It will definitely satisfy you."

The smile in Luo Kuan's eyes became stronger: "Really?"

Hu Zhehai was very unhappy that his answer was questioned: "Of course it's true."

"Hahahaha! That's great!"

Luo Kuan laughed and hugged Hu Zhehai's shoulders, suddenly lowered the volume without warning, and became terrified.

"If you lied to me, I'll kill you!"

...

Hu Zhehai did not lie.

The area controlled by the Iron Fist Club is a large commercial and residential area adjacent to the railway station.

I don’t know when the architectural pattern of commercial and residential areas has become popular. Standing at the window of your own room that is towering into the clouds and looking at the crowds of people and vehicles under your feet, you will feel relaxed and happy, and your thinking will gradually rise with the rising land prices.

The giant neon sign in "Wanda Plaza" was smashed to pieces, leaving only a little steel structure to show the original fuzzy font. The three big characters "Iron Fist Come" were replaced. It was made of red paint on the surface of the building. But the font planning was not very good, it was crooked, just like the calligraphy of a first-grade primary school student.

Guards were also set up here. Hu Zhejianghai led Liu Tianming and others along the way, greeting people they knew with a smile. Shops were lined with both sides of the road, and signs of bars and nightclubs were everywhere. The power supply brought the city back to life. Although it did not have the dazzling neon lights in peacetime, people illuminated their porch with incandescent lights.

There is a large weapon store here. The shelves are probably made from the supermarket, with hammers, spears, machetes, and shackles on them... In short, as long as they are commonly used cold weapons you should have, you can find them here. These homemade weapons look good in quality, and the steel and fire are very good, but the price is very expensive.

Yang Qingguo fell in love with a short-handled machete, and the owner said that he could pay with food. The weapon was priced at 50 kilograms of rice. Hearing this number that was no different from robbery, Yang Qingguo completely lost interest in bargaining.

The sign of the pharmacy is very interesting. It is a large, hand-painted red and blue capsule. The owner is a thin man who looks very smart, but his yellow teeth are disgusting. He strives to sell the so-called "happy meatballs", which are pink particles in small plastic bags. Luo Kuan used to see this thing in the nightclub, and knew it was a kind of excitement pill that the government explicitly prohibits. As long as it has a certain chemical foundation, it is not difficult to make, and the huge profits are extremely amazing.

The bar is open on the roadside, and it is an open-style, semi-open-air type. On the two-meter-diameter circular stage, there are young women standing. They are wearing bold styles of 1-line 1-pants, and their underwear can barely cover the black bulge on their chests. Of course, this is not a visual error, but because they have been through a long battle, the part has long lost the concept of "red". Especially for several good figures, plump and raised surfaces, you can even see eye-catching tooth marks.

The business premises of the nightclub are obviously much spacious than those of the bar. This is probably due to personal financial resources. On the side of the mall, dozens of young women in exposed clothes lined up in two rows and greeted people passing by on the road. They looked very beautiful on the surface, and their slender and white thighs were very eye-catching. But as long as they were carefully distinguished under the light, you could see that all the beautiful faces were made of cosmetics. If there was heavy rain at this time, or if a person with bad taste turned on the faucet and poured them over their heads, all the disguises would be washed clean.

Liu Tianming saw a poster posted on the wall, reminding him of the survivors who had said about "live-person gladiator" on the station platform before.

Half of the posters are hand-painted.

The sufficient power supply allows survivors living here to use their mobile phones. Of course, they cannot use the phone to call, but they can use the camera function normally. There are more than a dozen large photos on the poster, probably all of them are boxer heads. These guys are fierce in their faces and deliberately act violently. They grinned, and they all look like serious prisoners who must be shackled in prison. Next to each photo, there are odds numbers corresponding to the boxer, as well as the match time and game times.

There is also a hotel here.

Gu Kegang saw signs such as "Haiyi Hotel", "Imperial Hotel", and "Hilton Hotel". The entrances of these luxury hotels are deep and small, and lights dragged out of the room are hung at the door. Especially the "Hilton Hotel", the words on the sign are written incorrectly and become "Hilton". The boss is an old woman with a fat face and a fierce look. She moved a chair and sat at the door, tilted her slippers, and used a dagger to pick the dirt in the gaps in her toes and nails. She raised her head from time to time and swept her through the pedestrians with a terrifying gaze, as if everyone owed her money.

Liu Tianming felt that he must be blurred.

He actually saw "Shaxian Snacks".

The steamed dumplings were still wrapped in beautiful and exquisite shapes of leaves, and arranged into petals in a small steamer. They smelled very fragrant and made people feel very appetizing. The boss was wearing a waterproof apron around his neck, which looked like a dark layer of thick skin under the light. Because the weather was hot, he didn't wear anything inside. Seeing Liu Tianming and others coming over, he greeted him very enthusiastically and invited the guests to try it in the store.

In addition to steamed dumplings, there are other foods available here.

For example, barbecue.

It is still a peaceful method. The long box grill supported by the iron rack burns with charcoal fire. The iron sticks are wearing pieces of meat, and grease is constantly dripping on the fire, making a "hissing" sound, and a large flame is rising.

The bald boss skillfully flipped through the iron mark, grabbed a handful of seasonings, and sprinkled them all. Many people gathered there, and it seemed to be old diners here. The currencies handed over from each person were different. Some were a piece of clothing, some were a pair of shoes, some were bottled wine, or a small bag of rice.

The fragrance filled with the air was very strong, including cumin, pepper and chili. It can be seen that the boss was very particular about doing business and did not neglect customers.

Yang Yanhong frowned and leaned close to Luo Kuan, and asked in a low voice: "What kind of meat is that? Is it a mouse?"

In addition to the frozen beef transported from the Northwest base and the several live pigs that had been previously at Jixin Farm, the daily source of meat for the team members was mice. This is probably the only animal population that the virus could not destroy. Maybe the mice have evolved, or they are not afraid of the virus at all. In short, people have not found mice that have turned into zombie forms.

Without waiting for Luo Kuan to answer, the crowd gathered in front of the barbecue stall of "Shaxian Snacks" suddenly shouted: "Boss, get some fresh meat out. Don't mess with the smelly meat overnight!"

"Okay!"

The bald boss was generous, so he agreed and turned around and dragged a large basin out of the store.

The basin is very large and can be used to take a bath and soak the whole child in. The basin is filled with a lot of broken ice, and half of the corpse is lying inside.

It's really only half.

That is a common way to deal with pigs in meat plants: cut off the head, start from the neck, use a chainsaw to cut down along the spine, and divide the entire pig body into two halves from the middle.

The deceased is a woman. Although she has no head, her high raised chest can still be seen through the fragments of ice. Her arms, legs and feet are bent and fixed with ropes. This method is of course to save space and press the deceased into a basin. Under the freezing effect of the ice, it will not rot in a short time.

Diners don't find this strange, obviously they have been accustomed to it for a long time.

The bald boss cut off a large piece of leg meat from the corpse from the bone-cutting knife, chopped it hard on the cutting board into small pieces, put it on the iron stick, picked it up, and swayed in the air: "Look clearly! They are all freshest, I'm doing business fairly and will not lie."

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