Doomsday Star Fortress

I woke up early the next morning, and the weather outside really started to cool down and rain as Chef Tang said.

Already accustomed to the sun shining on their heads, the sweaty people couldn't get used to it for a while. After all, no one wants to sleep until midnight and be woken up by the cold.

The soldiers in the camp were fine, but most of the ordinary people in the base were miserable.

Zhang Qilin trembling, went to the exchange with a dozen companions to change into some thick clothes and quilts, walked on the muddy street in the drizzle, and sneezed twice from time to time.

The people in the same group were similar, the sudden drop in temperature made everyone unable to adapt, and the coldness of their bodies forced them to go together.

Constantly counting the points in their hands carefully, a group of people hurried to the exchange.

As soon as he turned the corner of the street, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

The entire exchange was surrounded by a crowd on the third and outer floors, and the noisy and chaotic shouts kept coming and going, and Zhang Qilin couldn't help feeling annoyed.

If I had known earlier, I would be here in the middle of the night to wait in line. It is better to come in the middle of the night than in a cold day.

Turning their heads to look at their companions, they winked at each other and plunged into the crowd together.

Zhang Qilin and a few roommates who lived with him recruited people to form a mercenary group at the earliest time. There were no supernatural beings in their group, and they went out of the base to hunt zombies with all their flesh and blood.

Fortunately, most of the teammates are middle-aged men. After a period of training, everyone has a tacit understanding.After traveling several times, the whole team got the points for a set of independent small factory buildings, so everyone signed up for a group to keep warm and live together.

However, the temperature dropped sharply, and the group who had just exchanged their points for a house had no idea, and they didn't know whether their points were enough to exchange for warm items.

"Fuck, don't squeeze me."

"Hey, don't jump in line either..."

"Change me some sets of long sleeves and a set of quilts!"

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Relying on the large number of people, everyone worked together to disperse the dense crowd, and finally squeezed to the exchange office in front.

Because of the large number of people and the large amount of exchange, half of the rooms inside were isolated and opened for supplies. More than a dozen soldiers guarded this area strictly for fear of any accidents.

A dozen operators at the front desk were constantly busy up and down, busy swiping credit cards to deduct points, and busy moving things.

Zhang Qilin tightly held the small card in his hand, and asked nervously: "Handsome guy, how do you change the quilt now? What's the price of the clothes?"

The dizzy operator pointed to the overhead screen without looking up.

Looking up, the prices of the most in-demand items are hanging on it impressively.

100 points for a quilt, 10 points for a long-sleeved jacket.

Seeing clearly that the exchange price of the items he urgently needed was so expensive, Zhang Qilin turned pale for a moment: All his points are not enough to exchange for a bed!

God knows that every time a group of people go out in a hurry and come back in a mess, each person will get at most twenty zombie skulls at a time, which is only twenty points in conversion.

"What should I do? One bed costs 100 points." Zhang Qilin asked the man next to him at a loss.

The man gritted his teeth, spat out a few swear words, then wiped his face and said, "Let's use the card with points from the mercenary regiment first. I haven't exchanged the points for the last few missions."

"How much?"

"First... let's change ten beds."

The man gritted his teeth and made a suggestion. A quilt can still be squeezed together, can two people sleep together?The remaining few beds will be available in another mission!

After all, judging from this posture, it is very likely that the stock will be out of stock.

Zhang Qilin was silent when he heard the words, then carefully opened his underpants, took out a small black card from a small interlayer, and told the little brother in front what he wanted to exchange.

After some operations, a group of people hugged the quilt with a plastic bag on it and hurried back carefully.

In the next few days, I can only choose to eat less.