poor road [end times]

Yang Yiqin had long expected that he might meet other survivors on the way to the survivor's base.Especially in places such as gas stations, gymnasiums, and supermarkets where necessities are available and where it is easy to hide, the possibility of meeting people by chance is greater.

Because of this, when they heard the roar of cars outside the gas station, they were only a little vigilant, not nervous or afraid.

Yang Yiqin and Feng Lin picked up their weapons and walked to the door of the convenience store.

The three of Wang Che quickly gathered up the supplies on the ground, put them into their respective backpacks, and then watched the changes quietly, waiting for Yang Yiqin's instructions.

Through the transparent glass door of the convenience store, Yang Yiqin saw two cars coming in and stopping in front of the refueling point.Not long after the car turned off, nine people got off from the two cars one after another.

"Nine people." Yang Yiqin whispered, "They are all men."

Feng Lin also glanced roughly, and then concluded: "It's not difficult to deal with."

Yang Yiqin chuckled: "But if there is a conflict, the two girls have to hide first."

More than a dozen people fought in a melee, and there were always times when they couldn't take care of it.

The nine people also quickly discovered them.

The other party stopped immediately, and the two groups faced each other quietly, observing whether they posed a threat to each other.Soon, those people seemed to come to the same conclusion as Yang Yiqin and the others, they all relaxed and walked straight to the convenience store.

The man at the head of the team is about in his early 30s, about the same height as Wang Che, but his exposed arms and shoulders are muscular.He guessed that he hadn't trimmed his beard since the end of the world broke out, his face was full of messy stubble, and his eyes were extremely sharp - eyes that had seen blood.

The others were of different heights, short, fat, and thin, and basically all of them held picks or iron bars in their hands, and deliberately waved them vigorously as if they were demonstrating.There was only a thin, young boy with his head down and no weapon, looking a little timid.

Yang Yiqin could clearly see that the tips of those picks and iron rods were covered with a layer of black-red substance, and it was hard to tell whether it was brain or blood.

The other party stopped at the gas station for the same purpose as theirs, for food and gasoline.

Yang Yiqin slightly turned his head to look at Wang Che and the others, and the three of them immediately followed closely behind Yang Yiqin very alertly, not letting themselves become the obvious weak point in the team.

They walked out of the convenience store first.

Seeing this, the leading man on the opposite side immediately smiled: "This is the first time we have met other survivors, did the five of you also come from the next neighborhood?"

The so-called "beside" should refer to those old and old communities.

"No." Yang Yiqin also smiled, with a polite tone, "We came from the city center."

"Downtown? It's amazing, I must have dared to go out a long time ago." The man's attitude was quite flattering, "It's not like us big men who are so scared all the way from the community to here."

Yang Yiqin didn't answer.

The man waved to the people behind him, and said, "Go, don't you see that the door of the convenience store has been opened? Hurry up and get some food, or you will starve to death in a while!"

Hearing this, several younger brothers immediately entered the convenience store, their eyes greedily collecting supplies, wishing to clean up everything on the shelves.

The man's smile remained unchanged, he held the pickaxe under his arm, and stretched out his hand to Yang Yiqin: "My name is Hong Jiahe, I'm 31 years old, and I used to be a personal fitness trainer in the gym. What's your name?"

"Yang Yiqin." Yang Yiqin put on his gloves and shook hands with him, "It was originally an ordinary social animal."

"Working? You must have just graduated." Hong Jiahe narrowed his eyes, "I see that you are all young, so I thought you were all college students."

Although he kept laughing, he didn't pay attention to Yang Yiqin.Although Yang Yiqin is a little taller than him, he looks thin and tough, and his appearance reveals a bright and energetic student temperament. The first impression makes people feel that he has no offensive power.

Hong Jiahe and Yang Yiqin shook hands, glanced at Wang Che and the two girls, and then turned to look at Feng Lin.

He stretched out his hand to Feng Lin: "Hello, are you the captain of your survival team? I am also the captain."

Feng Lin ignored him and just said, "Feng Lin."

He stretched out his hand for a long time, but no one responded. Hong Jiahe felt a little uneasy. He withdrew his hand and smiled stiffly: "If this is before the end of the world, we can't exchange business cards? Your strength is not small, and it takes a long time to carry such a big axe." Are you tired?"

Feng Lin was tall and strong, holding a heavy giant ax in his hand, he was indeed more intimidating visually than anyone present - perhaps this was why Hong Jiahe thought he was the "captain".

After all, Hong Jiahe took advantage of his size and strength to let others take the initiative to recognize him as the boss.

After being questioned one after another, Feng Lin looked down at the other party impatiently, with a somewhat disgusted look on his face, he swung his axe: "Do you want to try?"

Hong Jiahe: "..."

The nine-person team revealed a vicious atmosphere from inside to outside. Yang Yiqin didn't plan to have too much contact with them, and said with a smile: "Brother Hong? I leave the convenience store to you, so we won't stay any longer. "

After that, he lifted his foot and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

Hong Jiahe stretched out his pickaxe to block Yang Yiqin's way.

Almost at the same time, Feng Lin raised his ax and put it on Hong Jiahe's neck.Feng Lin's speed was so fast that neither Hong Jiahe nor the little brother behind him could see clearly how he made the move.

In an instant, the atmosphere was tense.

Only then did Hong Jiahe realize that what they encountered was a hard stubble.

But he didn't panic. First, his pickaxe was aimed at the opponent's people. The "hostages" were one-on-one, and no one had the advantage; The guy with the ax is very powerful, but the others are all students who have never seen the world, so he doesn't believe that the suppression of numbers can't win.

With such thoughts in mind, Hong Jiahe smirked and said: "It's rare that everyone survived the mouth of the zombies. No matter what, they are all relatives. Brother Hong just wants to chat with you. Why are you so nervous? I count 'One, two, three', let's all put down our weapons, do you think so?"

After he said these few words, the people who had gone to the convenience store to collect supplies also came out, attacking back and forth with weapons in their hands, just surrounding Yang Yiqin and the others.One of the short and stocky men, perhaps wanting to claim credit, quietly approached Li Qiao and Huang Ying at the end, intending to catch them as bait.

Unexpectedly, before he got close enough, Li Qiao put a knife on his neck in the next moment. Li Qiao protected Huang Ying behind him, glared at him and said, "Why are you sneaking around?! Such a dish is making a sneak attack." , you don’t want the neck, do you?”

The man shrank in fright and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Hong Jiahe frowned and scolded him angrily: "Talk back, trash, apologize to the little girl! Who told you to act without authorization, didn't you see that I was discussing important matters with the leader?"

In fact, he saw his subordinates' small movements from the very beginning, and of course he didn't stop them.

Everyone present knew it, but none of them exposed it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the short and strong man showed weakness: "I just wanted to see what kind of knife she used, and it looks pretty good..."

"If you want to see it, just say it. I also think that although Brother Yang's team is all young people, they all have good weapons." Hong Jiahe squinted and smiled. Help each other and support each other, if we want to see weapons, can they not give them?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yang Yiqin who was pointed at by his pickaxe, and smiled until his wrinkles appeared: "Brother Yang, what do you think?"

"I said?" Yang Yiqin said in a relaxed tone, "I say forget it."

Feng Lin's ax dropped another point.

Looking at Yang Yiqin, who was confident and fearless, and feeling the pressure on his neck, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Hong Jiahe's forehead.

Yang Yiqin raised his eyebrows: "Didn't Brother Hong say he was going to put down his weapon?"

"Yes!" Hong Jiahe walked down the steps, "Did you count 'one, two, three'?"

"one,"

"two,"

"three!"

The ax was withdrawn only after the pick was retracted.

The atmosphere is still deadlocked.

The two sides continued to confront each other, Hong Jiahe's tone was normal, as if nothing happened just now: "You should have listened to the radio and are planning to go to the Beishi Survivor Base, right? Let's go along the way?"

Yang Yiqin refused with a smile: "Unfortunately, we have no plans to travel with strangers."

"Then," Hong Jiahe continued, "you can make it easier for us."

Yang Yiqin asked, "What's convenient?"

Hong Jiahe's skinny smile didn't make any sense.

"It's fine if you don't touch the weapons, but you see, there are five of you but you have three cars, and two women don't take up any space. But we nine big men are squeezed into two cars, and we can't fit the supplies. No--"

"Giving us a car?"