Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

"The patrol is coming!"

"There's a good show to watch!"

Everyone in Building 29 ran out of their rooms and into the corridor.

These people enjoy watching the fun and don't mind making trouble.

Li Zhengping was riding a Dazhangshujidi brand electric scooter and stopped outside Building 29 with an emergency brake.

He put up the tripod and placed his hands on the gun belt around his waist, just above the two pistols.

Behind him, a dozen patrol members who were also riding electric scooters also got off their electric scooters.

Li Zhengping was walking in front. He was only 21 years old and had a beard, but he was reluctant to cut it.

He walked up to the shirtless gambler with a swift and fierce step, opened his eyes and asked:

"You're the one who sounded the alarm? What's going on?"

A dozen people behind him focused their eyes on the gambler. The momentum and scene were truly domineering and majestic.

The gambler was obviously frightened by Li Zhengping's pressure and swallowed nervously.

Pointing at the upstairs, he shouted in grievance:
"My Lord, you have to make the decision for me!"

Li Zhengping raised his eyebrows, "Damn it, speak properly."

What about singing?
"Sir, I was tying steel bars at a construction site today. The weather was very hot today and I got sunburned all over. I didn't take a break and just wanted to make more contributions to our trading market.
After a busy day, I finally got some tortillas for my sweat and hard work. I thought I could enjoy them when I got home so that I would have the energy to continue contributing to our trade fair tomorrow. But! But! But!
When I sat down, the new guy next to me complained that I smelled bad, but I didn't bother to answer him. When I was about to put the fragrant tortilla into my mouth, the new guy snatched it away. It would have been fine if he had snatched it away, but I asked him to give it back to me, but he refused and ate it in two or three bites.

That was the reward for my hard work for a day, and now it’s all gone.”

He spoke very quickly, saying a lot in one breath, and even Li Zhengping had no time to stop him.

"Stop!" Li Zhengping suddenly shouted.

He talks so much nonsense. If this happened before the end of the world, he would definitely be suitable for writing novels. He is very good at writing nonsense!
Li Zhengping asked unhappily, "Did someone steal your food?"

"Ah! Yes, that's about it."

Li Zhengping rolled his eyes. You’re telling me a lot of things that can be explained in one sentence?
"You said it well, don't say it again next time."

Li Zhengping adjusted his mood, which had made him a little irritated, and pointed inside.

"Lead the way to him."

"Yes, sir, I'm really angry. There are actually people who dare to do this in our trading market." The gambler was a chatterbox and he continued to complain while walking in front.

"Shut up! If you continue talking, I'll deal with you too!" Li Zhengping's annoyance, which had finally calmed down, was aroused again.

"Oh." The gambler looked a little aggrieved and walked upstairs with Li Zhengping and others.

The stairwell was full of people, but when they saw the patrol coming, they all made way.

In their impression, the patrol members were vicious and their arrival meant death.

soon.

They came to room number four on the second floor.

There was a row of people standing in the aisle, it was extremely crowded.

But even so, when Li Zhengping and his team arrived, they still cleared out a large area of ​​space.

Lin Zhongzheng and Song Tianyi stood in the crowd, making it clear that they did not want to get involved in Zhou Chuan's affairs.

Zhou Chuan was sitting on the ground and was a little surprised to see Li Zhengping and others appear.

He didn't expect that the managers of this trading market would be in charge of such matters.

"Sir, it's him." The gambler pointed at Zhou Chuan and said.

He looks like a bully.

Zhou Chuan still didn't know what he was going to face next. To him, it was just stealing someone's food. At most, he would be scolded. If he was held accountable, he could just ask Uncle Lin to return it to him.

It was the first time that Li Zhengping saw someone who could remain so calm after committing a crime.

"You stole his food?"

"Who asked him to show off in front of me?" Zhou Chuan raised his eyebrows and said.

The gambler quickly stood up and said, "I didn't, I just took out the food normally and wanted to eat it."

Li Zhengping looked at the other people in the room and pointed at someone at random.

"Tell me, what happened?"

The person who was pointed out explained the situation in a few words.

Li Zhengping nodded and pointed at the other two people: "Is what he said true?"

"Really." Lao Pao and another person nodded.

Li Zhengping took a deep breath and felt a little curious about this man who had no fear on his face.

"Don't you know the rules of the trade fair? You are not allowed to steal other people's belongings, including food."

Zhou Chuan scratched his arm and said, "I'm hungry. There's nothing I can do."

"Then do you know the consequences of violating the regulations?" Li Zhengping's tone gradually became gloomy.

He is so arrogant in the trading market, this guy must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!

Zhou Chuan said indifferently:

"Oh, it's just two tortillas, right? Do you really want to kill me? Can't I just ask Uncle Lin to give it back to him?"

As he spoke, he stood up, walked towards the door, and shouted to the crowd: "Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, help me!"

Among the crowd in the aisle, Lin Zhongzheng took a few steps back from the crowd. He didn't want to show up.

He would be in trouble if he was spotted by the patrol.

Zhou Chuan was asking for death, there was nothing he could do.

After coming out of the bunker, he was able to take care of Zhou Chuan.

He took care of Zhou Chuan out of consideration for Zhou Chuan's father, and he had done his best.

"Uncle Lin!"

"Uncle Lin!"

Zhou Chuan shouted louder and louder, and was about to bypass Li Zhengping and walk towards the crowd.

Li Zhengping became even angrier at his attitude of ignoring him.

Plus, the gambler had been nagging in his ear, and he was already feeling a little irritated.

Scold the bastard!
At the door, he reached out and stopped Zhou Chuan who was about to leave.

Zhou Chuan looked at Li Zhengping and said, "Why are you stopping me? It's just two tortillas."

"Two tortillas, are they worth all that trouble? You're really broke."

"Get out of the way. Can't I just give it back to him?"

Li Zhengping laughed out of anger. Did he care about those two tortillas?
What he cares about is the regulations. The regulations cannot be violated, and violators will be punished by death!

The left hand pulled his chest and directly to the railing of the aisle.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Zhou Chuan's head.

He wanted to shoot just now, but there were too many people in the room and shooting would easily injure others.

It would be more convenient to pull him to the aisle and face outside.

The onlookers on both sides quickly retreated. The gun was not pointed in the same direction as them, but it still frightened them.

Some newcomers sighed in a low voice: "I've heard that the patrol team is very efficient, but I didn't expect it to be so efficient!"

Lin Zhongzheng was watching Zhou Chuan being pressed against the fence, his heart pounding, and he thought to himself: Fortunately he didn't run away just now.

Zhou Chuan struggled hard, but his hands were held down by the other two patrolmen.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You're not really going to kill me, are you? I'm telling you..."

Li Zhengping shouted in a low voice:
"Violate the regulations and die!"

boom!
The bullet pierced Zhou Chuan's head.

Zhou Chuan, dead!

"Carry his body down and hang it on the street lamp. Write below what regulations he has violated to warn everyone." Li Zhengping waved his hand and asked several men to carry the body away.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

Looking at the crowd, "Who is the Uncle Lin he just called? Stand up!"

In the crowd, Lin Zhongzheng's hands were covered in sweat and he didn't dare to come out.

Li Zhengping saw that no one stood up, frowned and said again:

"My patience is limited. Don't let me find it myself. I'll just ask you a few questions."

Song Tianyi, who was next to Lin Zhongzheng, pushed him and whispered, "You can't avoid it, just go over. Besides, he said he would only ask a few questions. Just tell him that you don't know him well."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhongzheng gritted his teeth and walked out of the crowd.

Li Zhengping looked at him carefully. Lin Zhongzheng had one thing in common with Zhou Chuan, whom he had just killed: that was, his skin was relatively white.

Logically, people who have experienced the apocalypse for so long would have rough and weathered skin.

But these two people seemed like they had been staying underground for a long time without seeing the sun.

"Is that your man?" Li Zhengping asked.

"No, no, no, sir, we just know each other, there is no relationship." Lin Zhongzheng waved his hands quickly.

Li Zhengping raised his eyebrows and said softly:
"Don't worry, his violation is his own business and will not involve you."

Then he continued to ask: "Where are you from? Why is your skin so white?"

After hearing Li Zhengping say that he would not hold them responsible, Lin Zhongzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"We came from the Lanxi Bunker in Fujian Province. We have been staying in the bunker and seldom came out, so we don't know much about many things outside." Li Zhengping suddenly realized. No wonder the man was so arrogant just now. It turned out that he had just come out of the bunker.

This is just like some college students before the end of the world who were full of ambition before entering society, but became obedient after being beaten down by society.

It was obvious that Zhou Chuan had never been beaten by the cruelty of the end of the world.

But there is no chance now, only in the next life.

Li Zhengping nodded and said:

"Oh, as long as you don't violate the regulations of the trading market, no one will bother you."

"We welcome survivors from anywhere. As long as you come in, we will protect your personal safety and the safety of your supplies."

"Don't worry about that."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhongzheng quickly nodded and thanked him:
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. We will strictly abide by the regulations of the trading market."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Li Zhengping led his men downstairs.

The people in the aisle saw that the fun was over and left in twos and threes.

When leaving, some people also talked about Lin Zhongzheng and his people.

"I don't know whether these people are lucky or unlucky. They don't know anything and have no means of survival. They don't know what to do in the future."

"Haha! Of course I'm lucky. I didn't experience the natural disasters in the past few years, and I'm still alive. At least I had a good life in the past few years."

"That's not true. Were there wall-climbing zombies in the past few years? It's much harder to survive now than in the past few years, not to mention that they have no experience at all."

After everyone dispersed, Lin Zhongzheng returned to Song Tianyi.

"Old Song, this matter should be over. Tell the people in the team to strictly abide by the rules, otherwise they will die!"

Song Tianyi's eyes flickered as he echoed, "I know. I thought they were just writing a warning, but I didn't expect them to be so ruthless and ruthless."

Lin Zhongzheng sighed and said, "This is the real end of the world. We have been too safe in the past few years."

But this kind of end of the world makes them very uncomfortable.

the other side.

After Li Zhengping gathered his team, he went to the street light to take a look.

I saw a corpse hanging on a street lamp, blood dripping all over the ground, and a sign hanging under the street lamp.

It says what regulations this person has violated.

Many survivors gathered around and pointed at the corpse.

A few hours later, it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

When Chen Er came to take over, he rode his electric scooter to the oil city.

He was riding his electric scooter on the main road when he suddenly smelled the aroma of barbecue in the air.

Gulu!

My stomach is ringing.

After a busy day, what does it mean to smell the aroma of barbecue on the way back to the residence on your electric scooter!
He turned right and walked away from the commercial area.

Walking through the commercial district, he looked at everything in front of him.

The evening breeze is gentle.

Under the tin roof, flames were dancing at the barbecue stalls, and the crackling of charcoal and the aroma of meat filled the air, teasing the taste buds of the survivors.

Amid the smoke, the stall owner waved a long tongs, flipping the sizzling pieces of meat on the skewer, and oil dripped into the fire, causing brief sparks.

The heavy industrial-style sign creaked, and the half-hanging iron sheet swayed in the wind, making a faint metal collision sound.

The neon tubes flickered, emitting colorful light that contrasted sharply with the surrounding darkness.

The JNs were scantily clad, with ingratiating smiles on their faces. Their eyes revealed the tenacity and helplessness of survival. They moved among the crowd, using their bodies as currency.

Some JNs even stood on the roadside, wearing "clothes" made of plastic sheets that reflected light under the lights, looking colorful.

It seems to have some kind of inexplicable fashion, much more interesting than the fashion shows before the end of the world.

The air was filled with a harsh and rough atmosphere, and the sounds of people talking, laughing, and bargaining intertwined to form a symphony of the end of the world.

In this chaotic yet vibrant night market, every life is struggling desperately for survival, and their faces are filled with uncertainty and madness about the future.

Carpe Diem.

Living in the moment.

These two words are most appropriate for them.

End of the world carnival!

The world has collapsed, so where is the planning? Planning is meaningless.

No one knows whether they can live to see tomorrow, and no one has any goals.

Having been hit hard by reality, they understand that it’s enough to be happy, just be happy in the present moment.

Therefore, under the various complex emotions and the oppression of reality, the night trading market commercial district became their only outlet.

There was madness and indulgence on their faces. Some of them even exchanged the points they had accumulated with great difficulty for half a bottle of wine and drank until they were drunk.

This kind of alcohol is made from industrial alcohol, which is bad for your health if you drink too much, but they don't care.

Life is not important. What is important is to let them forget the pain, forget the reality, and be happy, even if it is only for one short night.

Maybe one day, dying drunkenly at an intersection in a commercial district would be a good destination for them.

But most of the survivors couldn't even afford a bottle of wine.

The business district is bustling, with recent transaction volumes up significantly.

among them.

Bars, brothels, and barbecue stalls are the places with the best business.

Even an underground boxing match has started in the trading market in the past two days.

The contractor was none other than the Axe Gang, but they were banned after just one day.

Because the boxing matches they hold can result in deaths, and fighting should not happen in a trading market.

However, it has not been completely blocked, and Lao Huang and his team are still studying whether to set up such an underground arena. In fact, there are both advantages and disadvantages.

The benefit is that it can relieve the pressure on these people in the trading market and also make a profit from it.

The downside is that people can actually die.

For some reason, Li Zhengping particularly likes this atmosphere.

It's exciting and lively, a little bit crazy. No one cares how much money you make a month, or whether you have a house or a car. No one cares how tall you are, how good your figure is, or what you look like.

Just a deal.

Give points and exchange them for what you want.

Li Zhengping looked straight ahead and ignored the prostitutes on both sides who tried to solicit him.

Uncle San said that if he was playing in Tingfeng Tower, he would let him go back to the headquarters base.

He dare not.

After lavishly brushing ten skewers at the barbecue stall,

Ten skewers, for the stall owner, that is the biggest customer of the day.

When he saw it was Li Zhengping and the green patrol uniform he was wearing.

He said with great hesitation: "Sir, it's free for you."

Li Zhengping frowned and waved his hand.
"What are you talking about? You want to induce me to make a mistake?
Hurry up and bring the card machine over. We won’t take anything from the survivors! We have rules!”

Xie Dongming smiled and flattered him, "Yes, yes, you are right. Our trading market is becoming more and more prosperous, all thanks to your maintenance."

"I won't charge you any points for this kebab. It's not worth many points even if I give it to you, sir."

Having said that, one skewer is worth 0.3 points, so 10 skewers is worth 3 points.

This is a lot. One point can be exchanged for one kilogram of food.

That’s three kilograms of food.

Li Zhengping said quickly: "Hurry up, add my points."

Xie Dongming had no choice but to rush to swipe his card. When he saw the points balance, he almost dropped his jaw in shock. It was the first time he saw so many digits in points.

Seeing the balance on the note, Li Zhengping put it away.

He rode the small electric scooter with one hand at a very slow speed, eating skewers as he rode back to the oil city.

On the main road of the commercial district, many survivors looked at the bunch of skewers in his hand with envy.

luxury!

What a luxury!

Who can afford to eat so many skewers?
Ten skewers of grilled wild boar meat. This kind of wild boar meat is very chewy, and after all, it is sold at 0.3 points per skewer, so there is quite a lot of meat on one skewer.

Li Zhengping hurried past, leaving behind the fragrance in the air.

Leaving many people envious and drooling.

"Damn, what a luxury!"

"Yes, give me ten skewers of barbecue, a bottle of white wine, and five corn cakes. I am willing to exchange one year of my life for them."

"Look at your useless look. I'm willing to use five years!"

"Gudong, I'm willing to die after eating it!"

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