National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

The two guards stared wide-eyed and looked at each other, and I said a little obediently, such a gentle sentence: Him?You must know that Xu Han's leader usually calls others by the title: bastard...

"Report to the leader, that leader has gone out! He is going in the direction of the market area!" The team member praised by Lin Qingfeng hurriedly replied,
"Why are you going to the market? If you need something, why don't you find me?" Xu Han frowned, muttered something in a low voice, stepped out of the camp, and chased straight towards the direction of the market area.

Watching Xu Han disappear around the corner again, the two guards looked at each other silently, and they both stood back to their positions in an orderly manner. They could clearly hear Xu Han's whispered words just now.

This sentence, translated in women's words, should be: prodigal lord, if you don't ask me for something, who do you ask for it?Is it because you have someone outside?

At the same time, the two began to make up the story of the encounter between the cold-faced female captain and the young hero in the market area...

Lin Qingfeng didn't know that he was so successful in pulling tiger skins that he was firmly remembered by the two guards.

At the moment, he is strolling leisurely in the market area. I have to say, this base is well done!

The market area is very neatly planned. Food, living supplies, weapons and equipment are divided in detail. There are their own stalls. In front of each stall, there are survivors trading supplies. There is no such thing as forced buying and selling as imagined. The scene of a pot of porridge.

After simply turning around, Lin Qingfeng found out what he was looking for.

The tavern... He came here to give gifts.

There's no way the experimental subject by the bridgehead and the Redskins team it leads can't fail to find it!There must be a place where the river can come, and you can cross the river simply by going around.

Although Lin Qingfeng fell asleep on the way to the gathering place, according to the degree of stubbornness of the experimental subject, tomorrow at the earliest and the day after tomorrow at the latest should appear within the safe range of the gathering place.

At that time, as long as the two sides fight, he will have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and sneak into those heavily guarded white houses to have a look!

Now he urgently needs to know the outside information, to know the movements of the Redskins, so that he can make plans in advance.

Under the guidance of passers-by, Lin Qingfeng found the tavern in the southwest corner of the gathering place.

A wooden three-story building, under the signboard of a huge clown head, there is still a dilapidated balloon ribbon. It seems that the former should be a themed restaurant in a park?
There were people coming and going at the door of the bar, and some burly men just sat casually on the wooden corridor outside the bar door, looking at Lin Qingfeng with cold eyes.

"Yo, a small team member? How dare you come here alone? Are you afraid that no one will carry you back when you are drunk?"

A one-eyed man sitting on the steps of the main entrance smiled at Lin Qingfeng, showing his big gold teeth.

Lin Qingfeng glanced at him, and a thought flashed in his mind: "Is there something in this guy's words? It seems that the team in the gathering place and the forces behind this bar are not dealing with each other?"

"Just entered the gathering place, come and see, I like to make friends!" Lin Qingfeng said as he opened a pack of cigarettes, took out one and threw it to the big gold tooth.

"Tsk tsk! Explosive Marlboro!" Da Jinya took the cigarette thrown by Lin Qingfeng, sniffed it vigorously in front of his nose, then lit it in his mouth, and then looked at Lin Qingfeng with his only remaining eye. breeze.

"Aren't you a soldier? You don't have the same temperament!"

"I used to work as a mercenary in Izumo City. After I came in, I didn't know why and got into the war camp..." Lin Qingfeng also stood at the door, lit a cigarette, and scratched his head helplessly.

Da Jinya nodded thoughtfully, took a look at Lin Qingfeng and stopped talking, instead chatting with the people around him.

Lin Qingfeng didn't care, and pushed open the door of the tavern with a cigarette in his mouth. A smell of low-quality tobacco and alcohol came over his face.

The brand-new military boots made a "creaking" sound when they stepped on the wooden floor, and the whole tavern suddenly fell silent.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Lin Qingfeng, all kinds of eyes with different meanings swept across him wantonly.

Lin Qingfeng just stood at the door, looking around calmly.

Directly in front is a rectangular wooden bar, surrounded by survivors who are drinking. The hall on the first floor is not too wide, and the six round tables in the hall look a bit crowded. The skirt is dirty to the touch.

On the steps on the left side of the hall is the only booth, a group of people in uniforms are sitting around there, looking at this side with interest.

On the right is a row of wooden boards covered with all kinds of paper, which seems to be something like a bulletin board.

Lin Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and walked towards the bar. Everyone watched him silently, provocative, doubtful, and gloating.

"Ahem..." Someone in the booth let out a cough.

This burst of coughing seemed to be a signal. The people at the two round tables in front of Lin Qingfeng stood up at the same time, and many of them subconsciously picked up the wine bottles on the tables.

"Get out! You are not welcome here." A strong man with a height of 1.9 meters who was closest to Lin Qingfeng said in a muffled voice, with a pair of triangular eyes fixed on Lin Qingfeng. .

"Why?" Lin Qingfeng casually spit out the smoke from his mouth, and continued to walk forward without stopping.

"Damn, you're new here." The second half of the strong man's words were stuck in his throat, and his face turned purple.

Lin Qingfeng didn't want to listen to him at all, after he asked that sentence, he shook his hand and pulled out the claw blade.

The cold claw blade pressed against his throat, and the slight tenderness on the skin reminded him that this unranked team member in front of him could pierce his neck with just a little more effort.

"Go forward, I'm going to the bar, it's too crowded here." Lin Qingfeng smiled and continued to walk forward, his hand holding the knife was steady, without any trembling.

The strong man backed away in a hurry, raised his hands high, and shouted at the same time: "Move the table behind me! Don't trip me!"

The people at the same table hurriedly pushed aside the crowded tables and chairs to make way for the strong man.

Everyone in the tavern stood up one after another, gathered around Lin Qingfeng, and stared at him silently.

"Bang!" The back of the strong man hit the bar counter hard, his upper body was thrown back desperately, almost lying down on the bar counter.

Lin Qingfeng stood in front of the bar and looked left and right. The strong men around him also picked up the wine bottles one after another. He turned the claw blade of his left hand upside down, let go of the knife point, and nailed it to the floor beside his feet with a "dole" superior.