Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping followed behind Cao Ruida, watching them change a little ammunition and some medicines. In the end, only a thousand catties of food stamps were replaced with grains. He also helped to put all the grains on the cart.

"Brother Di, do you have anything else to do? Let's go back if there is nothing to do!"

Cao Ruida and other food and ammunition were all loaded into the cart before looking at Di Pingdao.

He stopped calling Di Ping now. He called Brother Di. One was to get close, and the other was that he couldn't scream anymore. He only knew that Di Ping was great, so he never opened his mouth.

Di Ping thought for a while. Then he looked at his watch and said, "Then! Brother Cao, you should go to the gate of the city first! I'll go around and have a look. I will meet at the gate of the city at eleven o'clock. Can you please!"

"That's OK!"

Cao Ruida nodded, then solemnly lowered his voice and said, "The forces in the city are very complicated. Be careful when you turn around. Don't get out of your head, just look at it!"

"Don't worry! I won't make trouble!"

Di Ping smiled and nodded.

Cao Ruida nodded and was not talking nonsense. He believed that as long as he mentioned a little bit, Di Ping would understand that this young man was more stable than he thought. He greeted several brothers, and then got in the car and drove away.

Di Ping walked along the streets until the car was far away, looking east and west, like shopping. He wanted to take a good look at this spring city. Maybe he could learn something and use his own shelter. Over the city.

With a little careful observation, he found many problems.

This spring city is not as beautiful as I thought. Just looking at a large number of refugees living in the open air, they were driven to live like bugs on the corner of the street, relying only on a little rice porridge distributed at noon every day, and Di Ping saw On several squares, the refugees were piled up and turned into garbage dumps, which smelled as far away.

In sharp contrast, the buildings on the street are neat and tidy, and the people who enter and leave are relatively clean and tidy. Although many of them have yellow complexions, they only lack the appearance of starving to death.

Ordinary refugees can only sleep on the street, on the road, on the square, on the grass, but they cannot enter the community or some buildings.

He discovered that this Spring City has a very clear hierarchy. At the Spring City base, the top level belongs to the military. They have absolute authority in Spring City, and anyone who does not obey the management will be eliminated and killed.

Di Ping walked for an hour, only to see three cases of ordinary people being shot and killed on the spot for various reasons, and then dragged to the car like a dead dog. This shows his power.

The second class is the political management committee that manages the city. Most of its members are government officials. In fact, they mainly assist the army in managing so many victims, because they have certain rights and live well in this base.

The third-level achievements are organizations with a certain amount of power, or gangs, with a few thousand people and a few dozen people.

There are definitely awakened people in the team with the unified characteristics of these people, and they want people to have guns and guns. These organizations mostly hunt mutant beasts or search for food outside, and they have formed a certain force and occupy the third stratum.

Just like Cao Ruida is a person of this class, he has his own influence. Although he is not in the city, he also has a certain sphere of influence.

The fourth class is some merchants. On this street, Di Ping saw many small shops with their doors open. Some of them sold food and drink, and some people exchanged materials. Of course, this can only be regarded as an underground black market. But the military also kept its eyes open and closed its eyes.

Because they have food stamps in their hands, these people can be considered full and occupy a little position in Spring City.

The lowest class is the fifth class, that is, ordinary victims. Most of them can only rely on the military to donate rice porridge. Some help people do a small job for food, and some women sell their bodies for food. This is everywhere in Spring City, living like a bug in the dark, without a little dignity, let alone a little guarantee.

I think that before the end of the world, the one who is not glamorous, keeps food and clothing warm, freely sway, guides the country, lives with dignity, and life is guaranteed, but these people seem to live in dire straits and torment, and then they want freedom, ideals, and democracy. .

And now, all the good things before the end of the world have become emptiness, and even the most basic survival cannot be guaranteed. Now I guarantee that they will miss the previous life that they thought was a torment!