At night.

Skeleton City is a very special city. Unlike other cities that have set up some areas to establish a "black street" system, Skeleton City is full of black streets, all of which are deported by the authorities or criminals who come here, from pimps to drug dealers.

The only difference is that severely sentenced prisoners are imprisoned in death row camps, while ordinary criminals, or those who are not clean but have no restrictions on personal freedom, do some gray transactions in urban areas, openly or non-publicly.

In theory, there is not much difference between death camps and prisons and should be strictly closed. However, in Skeleton City, because everyone is a person who crawled out of the lazy mud, and the official does not like to care about such broken places, the death camps here are not completely isolated from the outside. Some businessmen with more skilled methods always have a way to deliver rare goods, such as the old snake.

Old Snake has been a black merchant all his life. I don’t know if it’s born like this or has been in this industry for too long. His body is hunched, his head is thief, his eyes are all over his mouth, and his yellow teeth don’t look like a good person.

At this time, the old snake was in an alley corner of the death row camp. He suffered from chronic rhinitis from time to time, and his turbid eyes kept sweeping around.

After a while, Scarface appeared at the end of the alley with two followers. He walked over with his cold hands and asked expectantly, "Old Snake, what good things did I bring to my brother?"

"Brother Scar, look." The old snake grinned, revealing yellow teeth. He lifted his ragged robe and saw a pile of things tied inside, from cigarettes to drugs for inflammation, and even some high-concentration wines. It was like a human-shaped cargo transporter.

"This, this, and this." Scarface walked forward and took off two cigarettes in turn, three bottles of 1oo1 wine, and six boxes of cephalosporin antibiotics.

Antibiotics are popular in death row camps. Because the environment is dirty and bacteria grow, most of the soldiers here have some acute and chronic inflammation, and the official medical team often refuses to care about it. When they are infectious, antibiotics are the second life.

Scarface flipped over the old snake for a while, suddenly frowned and asked, "It's gone? Where is that thing?"

The old snake was already calculating income happily. When Scarface asked at this time, he asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"Oh my god." Scarface slapped the old snake heavily and said cursingly, "Face! White face!"

"Oh, Brother Scar, don't mention that thing, that thing is really hard to carry!" The old snake covered his face, dared not speak out, but could only shake his head and sigh, "My caravan risked his life to deliver noodles here a few days ago, but was investigated by the patrolling Eagle Flag Army halfway. A truckload of goods was gone, and four or five people were still in. I'm afraid I couldn't catch it."

Scarface was so angry that he said, "Baoshi, this is not something that can be done well!"

"Oh, there is no way. It is easy to transport tobacco and alcohol in the northern border, and it is also easy to smuggle arms. Many Eagle Flag soldiers secretly sell arms behind their backs, but this thing is Leng Yuan's death order, and one to kill one." The old snake looked helpless. He sucked his itchy nose and said, "The old guys I know have all ran to the Western Regions. There are many masters there and many like dough. Otherwise, Jiangnan, the control is not strict and it is easy to transport goods. The dough business in the northern border is really impossible. I'm thinking about it."

Before the old snake could finish speaking, Scarface grabbed his nose with a ferocious expression, making him unable to breathe, and said viciously, "You transported goods to Skeleton City once, and you have to transport them for a lifetime. If you dare to run away halfway, don't think I can't find you!"

"I know, I know!" The old snake patted Scarface's hand and begged for mercy. After Scarface let go, he rubbed his red nose and said in a whisper, "But Brother Scar, if you want to talk about this, the face really can't be done. You said that if I fall in, who will come to deliver goods to you, right?"

Scar's face twitched heavily, and took two more boxes of cephalosporin from the old snake, and cursed and said, "If the Eagle Flag Army is watching the business tightly, let it go first. I don't believe that the Northland can continue to be cracked down on it so hard! I will send some other things here during this time, painkillers, anesthetics, etc."

"Okay, painkillers and anesthetics are easy to deal with. I have a relationship with the medical officers of the Eagle Flag Army. There are frequent wars in the North, and no one will see a few boxes of medicines." The old snake patted his chest confidently.

Seeing this, Scarface also calmed down a little and handed over the money.

After counting the money, the old snake said hesitantly, "Brother Scar, this money is less than two boxes of cepospores."

"This time the matter was not done, it's good that I didn't beat you up. These two boxes of cephalosporins are used as interest!" Scarface reached out and took a small bottle of white wine from the old snake, and cursed, "I'll collect all the goods for you."

Although the old snake has a "snake" in its name, he still dared not contradict him when facing a real local snake like Scarface. He could only smile embarrassedly and said, "I respect Brother Scar!"

"By the way, is that thing?" Scarface patted his forehead, squashed his fingers and said to the old snake, "Viagra, is there?"

"Yes! Brother Scar, didn't you just let the news on Saturday? Why did you buy medicine so early?"

"Old Hei asked me to take care of him. Today I have a little face. We plan to give him a warning in two days!"

"Haha, Brother Hei's size, I'm afraid I can't hold it with one hand! Come on, Brother Scar, I'll give you a small can of magic oil you want, free."

"No, right!"

The next day, the soldiers of the death row camp slept until noon as usual. They woke up on the stinky straw pavement, dressed in already rotten clothes, and went to the cafeteria to get bread that was harder than stones, and apples that had been half gnawed by rats.

Occasionally, the rude soldier reached out to grab a few more bread, but because this thing is placed on a fixed quota every day, it will lead to people not being able to eat it, so the chef wants to stop it.

Soon, a soldier quickly came up and said viciously, "If you dare to speak out, I will cut your throat tonight."

The chef was so scared that he closed his mouth and trembled with food. By the last few soldiers, the bread was finished because the people in front of him were getting too much.

When he saw that the bread was gone, a large-sized and dark-skinned soldier at the back directly poured the soup in the bowl on the chef's head, and roared like a chimpanzee, "Where is my bread?!"

The chef was scalded with blood scabs, his eyes were vague, but he didn't dare to speak.

The black soldier noticed something and looked not far away. He saw two pieces of bread on the plate. He walked over with a cold face and slapped the bread flat with his palm. "You wild dogs eat pretty well."

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Chapter completed!