End Of The World: The Materials Consumed By Women Will Be Returned Ten Thousand Times

The two of them were busy, but the two of them were busy.

“Doctor Li.” Jiang Fan thought for a moment and called Li Qingquan out of the car:

“A group of street vendors came from behind, let’s go and have a look.”

Li Qingquan was surprised:

“Vendors? Are there still people selling things now?”

“If there are people, there will be transactions.” Jiang Fan [looked] at the crowd.

There was a person with special abilities among the small vendors, who seemed to have auxiliary abilities. The ability light ball was very strange, and the shape of the light ball kept changing. Jiang Fan had never seen this before, which made him very curious.

In the dense forest about 100 meters away, there was also a group of fully armed men lurking.

This group of people had formal weapons such as fire axes and steel spears, and they also carried a few wine bottles on their backs, but I didn’t know what they were used for.

There is also a superpower among this group of lurkers. The brightness on his body is very bright, and his comprehensive physical fitness is about 20-30, which is much stronger than ordinary people.

At the same time, he actually has 3 superpowers, two of which are related to fire, and one is the ability to make toxins.

Jiang Fan couldn’t figure out whether the other party was coming for this group of small vendors, or for the survivors, or the accomplices of the small vendors to protect this group of small vendors, so he became cautious.

If it were in the past, he would have avoided this situation long ago.

He would not take unnecessary risks.

However, as his abilities increased and the panel attributes became higher and higher, one or two superpowers posed almost no threat to him.

Jiang Fan planned to explore the situation.

He was very curious about these two superpowers.

Especially the latter, how did the other party improve his physical fitness to such a high level?

Jiang Fan took out a pistol and a bulletproof vest and handed them to Li Qingquan:

“You decide later. I will pretend to be your bodyguard. If there is anything, I will tell you in my mind.”

Li Qingquan was stunned for a moment:

“Is there danger?”

Jiang Fan smiled faintly:

“People who dare to do business now must have the ability to protect themselves. Who knows if they will turn to robbery if the business fails? Besides, there are two superpowers over there. It’s always better to be careful.”

Li Qingquan was a little nervous, but he calmed down quickly.

He has known for a long time that survivors are sometimes more terrifying than nature.

Li Qingquan put on a bulletproof vest, hid the pistol in his clothes, and walked in front.

Jiang Fan pretended to be his bodyguard and followed Li Qingquan to the small vendors.

When the two arrived at the place, it was already very lively.

Hundreds of survivors gathered in this small open space, and new survivors kept coming, and there were more and more people.

There were people coming and going everywhere, just like the rural market in the past.

The sounds of bargaining came one after another. Jiang Fan and Li Qingquan shuttled through the crowd. For a moment, they seemed to have returned to the past.

The buyers and sellers were a little more vicious. Not to mention that they all carried weapons, many of them still had blood on their bodies.

In peacetime, this group of people would be stopped and questioned by the police at any minute, but now it has become a very normal situation.

Unlike this group of people, Jiang Fan and Li Qingquan were very clean and looked very conspicuous.

However, Jiang Fan put his gun on his waist. When other survivors saw it, they all avoided him wisely. There was no conflict along the way.

Jiang Fan observed the stalls and the survivors with interest.

Most of the survivors were very poor. They had almost nothing except the food.

But there were always survivors who were [rich].

These people were all strong young men without exception.

They carried bulging backpacks, black blood stains on their bodies, and held various weapons in their hands. Many of them were in groups of three or five, with cold faces, and they looked hard to deal with.

There were less than 50 small vendors, all of whom had a black cloth tied on their arms. They should all be members of a survivor group.

Each of these small vendors sold different things.

Water, food, weapons, clothes, pesticides, shit-smelling shepherd’s purse, etc.

There were even women.

Yes, a bearded vendor brought three women.

The women lowered their eyes and huddled listlessly on a tree stump.

The bearded man shouted loudly:

“Come and see! Clean women! One pack of instant noodles at a time!”

“Half a loaf of bread? Bullshit! How can you trade half a loaf of bread? You must be green-haired, right?”

“Expensive? God knows! Look at their faces! I washed their faces this morning! Real purified water! Look! Look!”

“Fuck!

! You three, raise your heads, stop crying, let the big brothers see you! Cry? Cry your ass off! You’re lucky to be alive now!”

An impatient man looked at the faces of three women, and finally chose the one with the biggest breasts, and said anxiously:

“Here! A pack of instant noodles! Where can I get it?”

The bearded man happily put away the instant noodles, pointed to the empty space behind him, and surrounded a simple curtain with black cloth.

Outside the curtain, there were two fierce men guarding with machetes.

“Brother! Go in! Remember, half an hour!”

The impatient man said anxiously:

“Half an hour is enough!”

A machete man glared:

“What! Do you still want to sleep here?”

The impatient man was furious:

“Damn it! It used to take more than half an hour to make an hour, give me back the instant noodles, I’m done! ”

Two machete men pulled out their knives and grinned:

“You can quit, but get out of here! You want your money back? No way!”

The lustful man gnashed his teeth in anger, but his companions were not here, so he could only admit defeat and angrily dragged the woman into the curtain.

He vented his anger on the woman, and soon the woman’s screams were heard from the curtain.

“Ah! Gently! Big brother, be gentle!”

The machete men didn’t care about what happened inside.

One of them stuck his head in to take a look, and after confirming that the lustful man didn’t play too much, he retracted his head and grinned:

“This bastard is quite energetic!”

“Hahaha! ”

……

Li Qingquan looked grim. As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, he looked down upon such behavior.

But he could do nothing about it.

Order had collapsed.

The weak could only be plundered and exploited by the strong.

Jiang Fan’s expression did not change.

Isn’t it the same in peacetime?

The upper class exploited the lower class in various ways.

It was just covered with a layer of civilization and technology.

The strong prey on the weak, and human society has always been like this.

Soon, the two saw the stall with the most people.

There were 10 boxes of tin cans of various flavors on the stall.

The stall owner was a short man with triangular eyes, and he shouted with foam flying:

“Wholesale canned food! Beef, luncheon meat and 10 other kinds, pick it yourself! How much do you want, send someone to go back with me to get it! ”

A group of survivors followed and asked, bidding.

Wholesale canned goods?

Why do they have so many cans?

Are they willing to sell such good things?

Li Qingquan looked at Jiang Fan in surprise.

Jiang Fan calmly [looked] at the stall owner, who was the one with auxiliary superpowers, and said in his mind:

“Go and have a look. ”