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At the same time as suffering from hunger and a lack of food, they also have to worry about attacks from zombie hordes.

Only a few shelters are somewhat better off.

Take Flame God Shelter for example, they possess some modern weapons, have chosen to settle in a location far away from the city, and after clearing the surrounding zombies, it becomes somewhat safer.

But even so, compared to other shelters, they may not be that much better.

However, the people from the current car repair shop seem distinctly different.

Blue puncture-resistant suits, electric car helmets, and there’s even a flashlight, stun stick at the waist, and a handheld crossbow in the hand.

Bearing a bizarre resemblance to the private militias in wasteland films.

You would believe these people to be official rescue teams rather than inhabitants of a car repair shop shelter.

But these people are indeed from the car repair shop.

The very car repair shop that declined participation when the television station organized disaster relief teams.

“Yes, we heard about the exchange of items on the radio, we made haste to come here.”

The man in the co-driver seat immediately revealed a smile, leaned over and replied.

The inspection officer assessed the car and asked: “How many vehicles do you have?”

“This one, and the one at the back.”

The inspection officer continued: “We need to confirm if any of you are injured, if no issue arises, you can just go in directly.”

The two hesitated, but eventually left the car.

Meanwhile encouraging the people in the car behind them to get down to undergo the inspection as well.

It wasn’t a strict type of inspection.

The virus from the undead can infect a person quickly.

As long as no visible wounds appear on the body and you don’t spend over three to five minutes outside the checkpoint, you can confirm whether or not you’ve been infected.

“Alright, you can go in now. Just drive straight ahead and you’ll see the exchange area.” The inspection officer said.

“Oh, thank you, brother.”

The group returned to their cars.

When the roadblock was removed, the two cars, one in front of the other, drove in.

…

Passing through the checkpoint, they continued to drive straight down the road.

Along the way, they could see groups of busy people and patrols of ‘skeletons’.

The car repair shop had acknowledged the existence of the ‘skeletons’ on the radio, but seeing them firsthand still brought strong visual impact.

No matter how you put it, allowing a skeleton to get up and move anomalously, feels even more bizarre than awakening abilities to control water or fire.

Certain discussions about genetic evolution and cell mutation just did not apply to skeletons.

It was simply magical.

“Big brother, the exchange spot is up ahead.” The long-haired driver said.

On one side of the road ahead, an umbrella provided shade, few people were sitting at a table, and not far away were piles of blue bags of white powder which should be bags of wheat flour.

The driver was shocked. There really were people exchanging food for gold at this time.

“Pull over!”

The car stopped aside, the big brother left the car.

Glancing at the piled bags of grain aside as well as beer and instant noodles that could be seen in supermarkets.

The woman sitting under the umbrella immediately asked, “What do you want to exchange?”

“We have gold to exchange for some food.”

“Take out the gold, we have scales here.”

A man opened the rear car door and took out a backpack, which contained various gold ornaments when opened.

Rings, bracelets, and even a large gold chain the thickness of a pinky finger.

The two behind the table checked the gold while one person started weighing it.

Except for the thickest gold chain that was fake, the rest were real.

“How is this possible? This was a gift from my girlfriend, I’ve been wearing it all along.” The man protested.

Whoo~!

The man quietly cursed as the sound of vehicles approached from behind.

Two military green armored vehicles with machine guns mounted, slowly approached and lined up at the end of the convoy.

The people from Flame God Shelter!

They have also arrived.

And they arrived very early, probably due to the fear that supplies would run out after being completely exchanged.

“What do you want to exchange for?” The staff member urged again.

The man turned his head, and immediately said: “Exchange for food.”

“Only wheat flour is available.”

“No problem.”

“Drive over there to collect it. There’s also some beer, instant noodles and such. Take a look and see if there’s anything else you need.” The staff member went on.

“Alright, thank you.”

The man got back in the car and headed towards the direction to exchange the items.

…

How about the bus station?

With the opening of the door, several figures strode in.

Li Yahong laid her eyes on the lead, sized him from head to toe, and then extended her hand, “I’m Li Yahong, the person in charge of the car repair shop.”

The other party reached out for a handshake, “Flame God Shelter, Ma Zhiyong.”

“So, it is Captain Ma, I’ve long heard of your name, please sit.”

Ma Zhiyong took a seat and began, “We came here with the intention of exchanging for some solar panels, but upon seeing the craftsmanship of your crossbows, we’re wondering if they are on your exchange list.”

Li Yahong raised her brow, she didn’t expect them to take interest in the crossbows.

This weapon was distributed to the people by Wu Heng last night, serving as some sort of self-defense weapon.

Easy to use, noiseless and sufficiently powerful to kill zombies.

“Um…”Li Yahong appeared hesitant.

The crossbows were not numerous in number.

And whether to exchange them or not, it was not her decision to make, ultimately it would depend on Wu Heng’s opinion.

“So, the crossbows are not for sale?” Ma Zhiyong asked curiously.

Li Yahong gave a slight smile, “Manufacturing crossbows is incredibly challenging and we only have so few, it’s really not easy to sell.”