The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

The towering city wall is nearly ten meters high, enclosing only an acre of land. It is specially used to store materials transported from the central city. The huge 'material exchange base' above the city wall is written with sharp edges and sharp strokes. sharp!

Under the plaque is a gate entrance more than three meters wide, with a row of tables and chairs in the middle, and more than a dozen staff members are registering and exchanging supplies.

Zhang Feng looked up at the wall that towered into the yellow clouds, and was shocked by the power of the people who built it. How long did it take to build it so high, and he also had to be on guard against zombie attacks at all times.

Pengshan watched Zhang Feng fall into shock, and stepped forward with some amusement, "This was built by earth-type superpowers. As long as they have reinforced concrete and sufficient physical strength, they can easily build a city in a day."

Zhang Feng:......

He wiped his face and showed no signs of embarrassment.

"Let's go over and line up."

There were not many people lining up outside the city wall. They gathered in small groups, some were families, and some were teams tied together.

Tu Ling held a cigarette in his mouth and waited to redeem, when a familiar figure appeared in the corner of his eye.

"Eh? Brother Ling, look, it's the second ancestor with a bunch of grenades." Qian Yuan's excited voice came.

Qian Wu glanced sideways at his eldest brother, who was acting crazy, and looked in the direction that aroused Qian Yuan's nerves.

It was that gentle but very lethal man, the rich man he met when he was cleaning up the corpses.

Tu Ling blew out a smoke ring and looked at Zhang Feng and others without saying a word.

Perhaps because the three people's gazes were too direct, Zhang Feng quickly looked over with some feeling.

Three men over 1.9 meters tall, all dressed in black suits, were too eye-catching. Even if they didn't look at Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng immediately looked over.

"They are hunters." Qiao Mi took a step forward and whispered in Zhang Feng's ear.

Zhang Feng didn't reply, he just nodded politely to the other party as a greeting and looked away.

There was no malice in their eyes, only inquiry.

"Brother Tu, they found us, do you want to say hello? Maybe we can meet up inside in the future." The most important thing is that being friends with a boss who has endless grenades can definitely take advantage. The money and yuan abacus crackled.

Qian Wu rolled his eyes, "Brother Tu, my brother has a brain problem, don't pay attention to him."

"You brat, you dare to scold your brother, you're looking for death!" Qian Yuan's flying kick was dodged.

"I'll go over and chat, you guys take your side." Tu Ling threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground, crushed it out, and strode towards Zhang Feng's direction.

"Eh? Brother Ling, are you really going? I was just kidding, wait for me, I'll join you, brother, you line up." The brothers didn't expect that Tu Ling really went as he was told, and Qian Yuan was the captain. As a die-hard loyalist, he naturally followed.

Qian Wu sneered, despising his brother's dog-legged behavior, and moved forward with the advancing team, but his eyes never left the direction Tu Ling was going.

"Brother Zhang, they are coming." The four people from Pengshan approached Zhang Feng and looked at the two tall figures approaching from the opposite direction.

Zhang Feng looked at the two people who came forward coldly, his heart beating a little faster. He was very aware of the strength of his team. They were just ordinary people. Compared with these hunters who killed zombies every day, they were really not good enough. A few punches.

The talisman was held tightly in his palm, and Zhang Feng was ready to throw it.

Of course, Tu Ling had already noticed when Zhang Feng's movements became tense, so when they were more than three meters away from them, the two stopped. They came to ask something, not to fight. Besides, fighting is not allowed at the exchange point. This is Central City's rule, and it is not easy for them to break it.

"Where are you guys from? Can we chat for a while?" Qian Yuan, as Tu Ling's dutiful mouthpiece, was the first to break the tense atmosphere.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Feng frowned.

"We happened to pass by there when you were killing zombies before, so we wanted to ask something." Qian Yuan smiled kindly, and his beautiful peach-shaped face looked a little careless, but it was okay and not bad for passersby.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Zhang Feng asked again.

Qian Yuan's smile was a little stiff. He often came into contact with people because of missions, but this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult communication, whether it was people from Central City or civilians outside.

"Which family in Central City are you from?" Tu Ling stared at Zhang Feng's face, not missing a single expression.

"Is there a problem?"

Tu Ling:......

Qian Yuan laughed again, this time laughing at the same fate as Tu Ling.

"If it's convenient, give us some grenades." Knowing that the other party didn't like it, Tu Ling said it bluntly.

"We don't have grenades." Zhang Feng told the truth.

"Impossible. When I saw you blowing up zombies, you threw them away as if you didn't need money." Qian Yuan interjected, "Dude, it's pointless to lie. We just want to exchange some supplies with you. If you have channels, we can Can you use crystal cores in exchange, or do you need other supplies? As long as you want it, we can get it if it is available in the end of the world, but your grenades must always maintain the quality you used today."

"Let's exchange the supplies first. We'll talk somewhere else later." Zhang Feng thought for a moment and stopped being tough.

Xiaoxiao said that if they need a lot of gold, they need to expand the scope of exchange. These hunters can get gold more easily than civilians like them.

"it is good."

Everyone around them was paying attention to what was happening on their side, and it was indeed not a place to talk.

"Did you wear a communication bracelet? Change your contact information." Qian Yuan pointed to the black watch-like circle on his wrist.

"No."

Qian Yuan: ...are you playing? People in Central City don’t have communication bracelets?

Or are they not from Central City at all?

Qian Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the inquiry in his eyes turned into suspicion.

"Let's go." Tu Ling grabbed Qian Yuan's arm and dragged him away.

"Hey, brother, why are you dragging me? I haven't asked clearly yet. Are they from Central City? Why don't they even have communication bracelets?" Communication bracelets are the sign of entering Central City, and they are the same as those before the apocalypse. Same as the ID card.

"They are not from Central City." Tu Ling shook someone's arm off.

"Ah? No? No way? Then where did he get the grenade?" Qian Yuan turned to look behind him, but Tu Ling grabbed his neck and twisted him back.

"Ouch, brother, brother, what are you doing? It hurts, it hurts, let go, let go!" Qian Yuan almost became a screaming chicken.

"Don't look, don't scare people away. They must have a channel to get grenades. Maybe it's not the grenades from Central City. Maybe there's someone in Central City making a private deal with them."

"What? Someone is buying and selling grenades privately? Brother Ling, do you want to report them?"

Taking a deep breath, Tu Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Put away your pig brain. What our team lacks the most is grenades. If they have a channel, I will report it to them. What's the difference between digging my own grave? Do you think I'm following you?" Just as stupid?"

After saying that, Tu Ling strode away. Qian Yuan shrank his neck and followed quickly, complaining in his heart that his most respected leader had a bad temper again.