This is a cruel purge.

All the wealthy consortiums in the new Chengdu base city were lifted up. None of them were left out from the family leader to the lowest member. They were included in the first batch of killings by Xu Renjie, and it won't take long to turn into cooked meat sealed in canned iron.

The only surviving group is Zhou Xiaohan's trading company. Since he has formed an alliance with Su Hao, Xu Renjie naturally will not attack the "worker bee". Moreover, he also needs a private business force to serve him, transport and communicate with each other between the new Chengdu and the new Kunming under construction.

People kept rushing out of the team and trying to escape, but were always smashed by soldiers with a gun on the spot, grabbed it directly in front of the metal turntable and threw it in.

The air soon filled with strong bloody smell. The disgusting smell was quickly covered by the smell of cooked meat and spices. Gradually, only a rich and sweet aroma was left, mixed with five-spice braised meat and lunch meat, a pleasant smell.

Xu Renjie was very satisfied with the new adjutant he chose. If it weren't for the suggestion of that smart man, the entire base city might have become a mass grave that is even worse than the toilet.

This batch of canned food will be distributed to refugees outside the city tomorrow. They can have a good meal. Then, all the refugees are gathered together, loaded into the vehicle, and transported to Kunming.

According to the agreement signed with Su Hao, Xu Renjie will provide him with two million or more refugees.

Although the abandoned city of Chengdu is located in the southwest, it is also an important city with a huge population in peacetime. The woman who retaliated for her husband attracted a biological frenzy, and a large number of refugees were killed on chaotic nights, but there were still many people who survived.

Beijing No. 1 base, periphery.

Unlike other base cities, the military control area of ​​Jing-1 is extremely wide, and the minefield is set up to two thousand meters in width. The dense defense facilities and a huge and strict defense system make it take at least an hour to drive out of the underground warehouse and arrive at the refugee camp outside the city.

According to the latest order of the Military Department, daily food distribution will be distributed to residents in the base city and refugees outside the base city.

The news spread like the wind, and many people cheered and some were skeptical. But no matter what, when the news was announced, there were bursts of cheers inside and outside the Beijing No. 1 base at the same time.

Whether it is Su Hao’s original time and space or the real world today, the Jing-1 base is the largest refugee settlement on the East Asian continent. It was once the most prosperous political and cultural center and the core business circle with an economically developed economy. According to official statistics, there are at least 1.5 million to 2 million refugees stranded outside the base city.

This number is obtained based on rough statistics of the aerial pictures of the aircraft. As for the actual precise numbers, there may never be an answer.

Most refugees are mobile. They will not live outside the base city for a long time. There are two other base cities like Kyoto-1, which have a large number of refugees gathering in the world - New Delhi in India and Tokyo in Japan.

Just as the sky was bright, the rising sun had shone out a circular open space on the ground that was surrounded by crowds. These circles following the crowds of people surround the Beijing No. 1 base, as if they were ringing on its surface.

A huge convoy of transport vehicles drove out of the military control area of ​​the base city, passed through the city gates in sequence, and arrived at their respective destinations in dispersion.

In the No. 41 Camp outside the base city, six heavy trucks loaded with food slowly drove into the crowd. The soldiers quickly unloaded the cargo loaded in the carriage. Looking at the well-packed compressed cakes, which were packed in thick and long tape, the refugees surrounding them showed excitement and excitement. Some of them were unstoppable and even cried out on the spot.

It has been three years since the outbreak of the virus and now, this is the first time I have seen relief from the government.

Among them, there are doctors, teachers, ordinary people, and officials who once looked down on others who were inferior to others. They all said that they did not bow down for a few dollars. In fact, that was nonsense that people who were extremely hungry were talking. Just like now, all the people around the field were full of green eyes, and their bodies were filled with the words "greed", without the reserve that should be in the peaceful era.

There was no warning around the open space, but a circle was drawn on the ground with yellow paint. There were as many as tens of thousands of refugees gathered around. The crowded crowd easily reminded the viewers of tadpoles arching back and forth in the dry pond. The people behind tried every means to drill forward desperately, but the people in front did not want to get out of the way. They were next to each other, sealing every gap that might be broken through, layer by layer, like a thick wall of people. The people behind began to become desperate, spitting at the people standing in front and cursing with the most vicious words.

The crowding and pushing quickly evolved into chaos. Several refugees who were flexible in their heads but failed to squeeze into the front, stabbing the people in front with small things like awls and needles. This action immediately aroused anger. The stinged people instinctively turned around and wrestled with the despicable guys standing behind. However, they were not wary of more peepers next to them taking advantage of the situation and rushed in with lightning speed, occupying their original position. In addition to regret and shock, the people who left the front actively began to vent their anger on the people who were needled. They grabbed several of them and beat them hard, and the eyes of a young man were dug out and his ears were torn apart. His miserable situation did not arouse sympathy. People who were blinded by the anger rushed forward and used the knife and other objects he carried with them to cut the man's body.

A few minutes later, the chaos that happened outside the open space gradually subsided. The refugees who left the scene were holding more or less bones or pieces of fresh meat. Through the chaotic figures and gaps, a boy about ten years old could be seen. He held the head of the dead man in his left hand and a very slippery intestine in his right hand. The boy wrapped his intestines around his neck and ran quickly to a shack in the distance with excitement. He kept licking his lips and swallowing his throat. He seemed to have been hungry for a long time and was very satisfied with the fresh meat he had just gotten.

There are not many opportunities to share someone as a pig like this. Although the camp is chaotic, it also has its own rules. You can kill people outside the camp, but you can't do the same thing inside the camp. After all, there are gangs and refugee groups of all sizes. Killing people without authorization for no reason will only lead to even more crazy revenge.

This is the so-called "the law does not punish the masses".

No one dared to cross the yellow line on the ground. The refugees standing in front carefully kept the distance from the yellow line. Although the food boxes carried from the truck were only more than ten meters away, no one dared to take the initiative to walk over. Instead, they stood there honestly, waiting anxiously and extremely expectantly.

The news that the military part distributed food distribution was just issued yesterday.

Today, refugees have automatically gathered around the distribution area.

If it were not for an urgent need, such high efficiency would never be achieved.

A middle-aged man in a brown coat squeezed out of the refugee group and walked to the truck that was unloading without haste. His face looked plain and his expression was as if he was walking in his home. It was not until he approached the truck that the middle-aged man had an infinitely gentle and flattering sweet smile on his face. At the same time, his shoulders completely sank, bent down, as if he was suddenly pressed out by some heavy object, and could only remain in a humble state and could never stand up again.

Behind the truck that most refugees could not see, a short, sturdy captain was leaning against the cabin baffle, smoking slowly. The man walked straight over, took out a small cloth bag from his arms under the cover of his shoulders and body, nodded and handed it over. The captain took the bag, pinched it casually with his short and thick fingers through the delicate fabric, and a smile appeared on his stereotyped and cold face.

The things in the cloth bag are very hard, with a stubborn edge and tactile feeling. The captain's experience judged that it should be several crystals obtained from the mutant organisms.

The captain put away the cloth bag, strode to the next to the cab, opened the car door, picked up a document that had been prepared from the seat, found the corresponding space in the form, and quickly wrote down a series of names with a pen. After doing all this, the captain took out a plastic card from his shirt pocket and threw it to the middle-aged man casually.

Distributing food is a very tedious thing. Although the staffing of the logistics headquarters is huge, few people are willing to serve refugees outside the base city in the heat and wind and rain. Considering the actual situation and difficulties, the military department allows the logistics department to recruit volunteers among refugees. Of course, as a reward, these people will receive more food and drinking water than ordinary people.

The middle-aged man is the "volunteer" chosen by the captain.

According to the projects that were filled in the documents just now, he will be responsible for the daily distribution of more than 14,000 refugees in the entire No. 41 Camp. This identity has been officially recognized, and the sculpted card is proof. It is marked with the middle-aged man's name and identity code, as well as photos and detailed information.

The refugees knew nothing about these things. After all, the transaction between the captain and the man was carried out privately. Even if they were seen by others, they did not understand their relationship.

More than ten minutes later, the truck had unloaded the goods. The long-silent engine roared again, and with the shock and turmoil of the time, it rushed out of the crowd and left this place of right and wrong.

Dozens of strong men in black sweatshirts walked out of the crowd. They were all strong and could be seen to be not lacking in nutrition. These people held weapons such as knives, axes, sticks, and several even held assault rifles. They quickly ran around the mountain-stacked food boxes and stood, turned around, and glanced around with bloodthirsty and intimidating eyes.

The sudden change made the refugees confused and followed that they had very bad ideas.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't you say that we were given food? Why did the soldiers leave? They said nothing and did nothing."

"Hey do you know the guy standing next to the box? Who is that guy?"

"How could this happen? What should we do now?"

People were talking a lot, and the noisy whispers quickly turned into a storm of chaos. The countless pairs of eyes showed disappointment, desire, doubt and confusion. People's attention was all focused on the cardboard boxes in the center of the open space, but they were threatened by many powerful men holding weapons, and no one dared to step forward.

Faced with the refugees around him, the middle-aged man was not afraid at all. He took out a dagger from his pocket, slowly cut open the seal of the top cardboard box, took out a lunch meat with a military green label, cut a "cross" on the top of the can, dug out a lump with the tip of the knife, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The man was a gang leader of a hundred people. He spent a lot of money to get on the captain line. The crystals in a small cloth bag were the man’s savings in the past two years. He knew very well that "I can’t bear to leave my children and can’t trap a wolf." Sure enough, he finally got a generous reward after heavy bribery.

Now, he is the food distributor in Camp No. 41. With the name and power, he can recover his investment in a short time and get more.

Several strong men loaded cardboard boxes on small carts, and under the armed escort of others, they were busy going back and forth between the gang strongholds and the open space.

Refugees are all survivors of the peace era. Even if you have never seen "collusion between officials and businessmen", most of them have heard of them. Surprise and doubt quickly turned into anger, and everyone stared at the box with their fire-breathing eyes. What originally belonged to me has now become a private property in someone else's pocket.

A tall man stood up first. He rolled up his sleeves and walked quickly towards the place where the cartons were stacked in the middle of the open space with uncontrollable anger, shouting indignantly: "Why do you do this? These things are all our rations, and you can't just take them for yourself."

With the first person taking the lead, other refugees also started to shout. The crowd quickly crossed the yellow line and followed the man closely.

The gang leader had already felt the angry gaze gathered from all directions. He was a little surprised and then met the man's way. There was no answer or a verbal confrontation. The gang leader directly grabbed the assault rifle of a subordinate next to him, pointed it at the man, and pulled the trigger hard.

He knew very well: if he didn't take action quickly now and put the guy in the lead. Once a wave of refugees around him swarmed, the situation would immediately lose control.

The man covered his shot chest and fell down in response.

"I'll return them all. I'll fuck your mom. You, you, and you, I'll return them all--

The gang leader did not have the humility and gentleness he had when he talked to the captain before. His face was full of hideousness and cruelty. The assault rifle in his hand kept firing at the crowd. With a scream, several figures fell heavily from the crowd, and Yuji's ground soon became bloody.

In the face of unreasonable violence and cruelty, the refugees' anger was instantly extinguished. They pushed them behind the yellow line one after another, and the flames that had just risen in their eyes completely disappeared, leaving only panic, fear and fear. And more of them were greed for those cardboard boxes and envy of the gang leader.

One gun can shock tens of thousands of people. Faced with his current majesty and momentum, the gang leader was obviously satisfied. He tore open a box of compressed cakes, grabbed a piece from it, held it high above his head, and shouted at the surroundings at the top of his voice.

"I am a very disciplined person in my work. From today on, I will be responsible for the food distribution here. I hope everyone's support and I hope you will help this work. The rules are very simple. For those who are not full, I can take care of some. Of course, I am not a philanthropist. Anyone who wants to eat more must exchange for good things. Gold, jewelry, silver bones and crystals, as long as they are valuable items, can be exchanged for food from me. Moreover, the price is fair."

The transaction with the captain is definitely profitable. Of course, in order not to arouse public anger, some food must be distributed to refugees for free. But it is absolutely not large. The method of operation is also very simple, just deduct 50% from each person's mouth. The rest is enough to support the entire gang and make more profits from it.

This is the benefit of bribing government officials, hahahahaha

Beijing No. 1 Base, Comprehensive Administrative Headquarters.

Sun Zhan sat alone in the office, his face turned pale.

The early warning aircraft responsible for performing monitoring tasks in the new Guiyang area sent back a report: signal shielding occurred again in the area. Sun Wanli, the new chief of staff of the 505 Group Army, lost contact with his troops. The shielding effect was very strong, and even some of the instruments loaded by the early warning aircraft were disturbed. At present, the unit has flew to the Xi'an base, and the subsequent monitoring unit will arrive in two minutes and thirty seconds to take over the subsequent mission.

The room was very quiet, and Sun Zhan felt his face twitching rapidly uncontrollably.

He can't remember clearly, what time was this?

Radio wave shielding means that the troops have lost contact, which means that Sun Wanli's troops are in danger, and that his plan has failed.

Sun Zhan always keeps looking for Su Hao's weaknesses. He firmly believes that as long as Su Hao leaves the new Guiyang base, he will have the possibility of winning. Isn't it? As long as the supreme commander leaves, the agent can naturally rise to power. Similar examples are everywhere in human history. But... why does it just make me fucking not work?

The electronic screen on the desk lit up, and Sibo's young, handsome, cold and sarcastic face flashed.

He held his right hand and bowed casually on his forehead, smiled and said, "Minister Sun, your plan does not seem to have achieved the expected effect. I have been waiting for your good news, but I didn't expect the ending to be this.

Sun Zhan's face was gloomy, but his voice was very sharp: "Are you laughing at me? Or do you think I can just mock it?"
Chapter completed!