The two-tall fences were covered with hideous barbed wire, giving people a thick and safe feeling. The fences stretched forward from the outskirts of Wanda Plaza and the road, and could not see at a glance.

Jiang Ming led his team, a group of fearful companions in the end of the world, walked towards the iron gate in the middle of the fence that he saw.

The crowd leaned against the fence and touched the barbed wire from time to time. They were all curious and shocked to feel the touch from it. They were all thinking about how this stronghold looked like inside and who had such ability to build such a stronghold.

Soon, the crowd approached the north gate of the fence of the stronghold and moved forward cautiously.

"Who!"

A low growl came from the transparent iron gate, but the already a little surprised crowd was frightened and clamored.

Jiang Ming, who was in front of him, was also startled, and the axes he was holding in his hand were already raised.

But when he saw the two men holding the long sword from behind the iron gate, he instantly changed from panic to shock.

You can see the thick windbreaker in the two men's body, a dark scale, attracting people's attention, and the long sword they were holding was also very simple. With the masks that covered the face of the two men, a sense of evil spirit and majesty were transmitted to him.

The companions behind them all looked at the two mysterious men who suddenly appeared in surprise, and they were all at a loss.

The two men looked at them carefully, and through the gap in the iron door, Jiang Ming also saw the scene behind the man. He could see that in the outer square that originally belonged to Wanda, many people gathered there, and stalls were placed on it.

Jiang Ming did not hesitate and explained: "We are the survivors who picked up the airdrop. We know that there is a survivor stronghold here, so we come to the stronghold for asylum!"

The two gatekeepers looked up and down at their sight and gradually withdrew their eyes. The soldiers in front of them grabbed the walkie-talkie on their waists and started calling.

"Nine Gate, North Gate, and fenced area have nearly twenty newcomers. There are no risk factors. I will let them in and then bring them over to hand over to you. You will take them to the transaction point to check and register their identity cards!"

The soldiers standing guard spoke to the walkie-talkie and could clearly see from their proficient operations and words that they had already accepted a lot of newcomers who went to the stronghold in this way.

I saw him entering the password and fingerprint on the operating table inside the iron door, and then with a "click" sound, the iron door split and opened instantly.

"Come in! Follow me!"

The soldiers at the stronghold spoke to the group of surprised and worried survivors, and said hello to their companions and walked towards the north gate first.

Jiang Ming also let go of his uneasiness, greeted his companions who were in the same mood, and walked through the iron gate and walked inside.

"Brother Ming, look! There are so many people setting up stalls!"

The brothers behind him were already talking excitedly. Jiang Ming had already seen the crowds in the distance, and the stalls were arranged on the ground near the north gate of the square, like a market, very lively.

The team speed has accelerated. For them who have never seen such a situation in the end of the world, everything is indeed new and surprising to them.

The stalls are like blooming flowers on the ground, and various weapons, supplies, food, and daily necessities are like petals among flowers, attracting people's attention in a beautiful way.

Jiang Ming couldn't stop moving forward, and even more unable to manage his companions rushing past him. His eyes were staring at the items placed on the stall, dazzled.

"Compressed biscuits, mineral water, cigarettes, all kinds of food, computer clothing, and various daily necessities, is this... so exaggerated? Does the survivors of the stronghold here have so many supplies?"

Jiang Ming looked at the items placed on a black cloth on the stall in front of him, and his whole brain was as if he was shocked and could not accept it.

They worked hard to find supplies for a long time, even fighting with zombies for a long time, and placed them in front of him, and there were numerous quantities, which made him look a lot.

Looking to the side, there were many people setting up stalls, sparse, like a market, where you could see your companions scattered, like people going to the market, constantly busy.

"Wow, there are all kinds of women's supplies, underwear and cosmetics, and even famous brands, and they have never been opened!"

A woman's voice came, and then Jiang Ming saw several women in his team rushing towards the origin of the sound, and then there was a burst of chirping.

You can see the stall owner at the stall, look at the women in front of you calmly, and read his brightness from the man's scrutiny.

"How is it! Beauties, all kinds of women's underwear and daily necessities for winter and summer, I also have the treasures you need when you relatives come to me every month. If you like it, don't miss it. After this, there will be no next door!"

The stall owner was obviously a businessman. Looking at the women gathered in front of him, he kept talking and looking up and down at them. He had long seen that these people were newcomers to the stronghold and had just entered the stronghold.

"Old...Boss, how do you buy these! Do you use money?"

One of the women said nervously, feeling the man's naked vision, a little aggressive.

The stall owner smiled, and his hands smoking a cigarette made fun of the items on the stall and replied: "Only gold and diamonds are collected. Of course, you have special and useful supplies, and you can also exchange them for goods. Of course, if you don't have these things, you can also exchange them with your bodies!"

Several women were a little curious when they heard the words at the beginning, but as soon as the man finished speaking, they looked at the evil smile on the man's face and retreated like fright.

Jiang Ming heard the stall owner's words and was about to lean on him to say something, but a brother next to him had already grabbed him.

"Brother Ming, you...you see, there are people who buy all kinds of weapons, guns, and all of them!"

Hearing the words of the brother beside him, he trembled and walked quickly toward him.

Sure enough, in the stall in front of him, a man wearing sunglasses, a few hijabs, a long spear bow and crossbow at his feet, and a pistol that could be seen at a glance, which made Jiang Ming feel a little overwhelmed.

(You can buy guns, how could the survivors here have so many equipment and supplies? What is the situation of this stronghold??)

His inner surprise was overwhelming, and he suddenly wanted to enter the stronghold urgently and see everything about the survivor stronghold.

"Hey, stop watching, keep up quickly and take you to register!"

A shout came from the front, the fully armed man who led them into the fence shouted to Jiang Ming, with a hint of impatient expression on his face.

Jiang Ming quickly put away his emotions, called the separated team, followed quickly, and walked towards the huge north gate that he could see.
Chapter completed!