Chapter 28 Taxation Team.

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"There are some special reasons."

Chen Qinghe took a look at Lin Leshan, looked down at the time on the dashboard, and asked, "Is it the seventh day after the end of the world today?"

Time display, 1:20.

It's already midnight the next day.

"Yes."

Lin Leshan nodded.

He can't understand the special reason Chen Qinghe said.

However, considering that the fleet's supplies are so sufficient, there is no need to deliberately go to the service area to trade things or use it as a transit rest. Therefore, the special reason in the leader's mouth made him curious, but he did not dare to ask more questions when he joined the team.

"Maybe there is..."

Chen Qinghe's eyes flashed and muttered.

He drove the school bus through a side Z-shaped road, then turned right and drove through the muddy dirt road, and entered the outer area of the awning.

Looking from the car window from here, the survivor who lay motionless on the ground before was dead when they saw it at close range. Their clothes were almost stripped off, and they lay all over in the cold wind.

Chen Qinghe was indifferent and drove the car slowly into the depths.

As the school bus moved forward, they found several men in thick coats dragging an agricultural car full of corpses past the school bus. Their eyes were numb and gray, and they turned a blind eye to the vehicles passing by. They stopped next to the bodies and rummaged through the corpses to try to find something useful.

Chen Qinghe looked at it from the window.

There are corpses from old to young. Most of them are as thin as firewood, their faces are purple and blue. There are no obvious fatal injuries on their bodies. Obviously, almost all of them die of cold or hunger. Some corpses still have red red on their lips, which shows that the time of death is not long, but in order to avoid the plague, they are thrown out of the periphery at the first time.

"The people here are the worst."

"It's commonplace to starve to death. If someone is crazy and wants to cross the border into other areas to grab things, as long as they are caught by the patrol, they will be killed."

Lin Leshan looked at a metal wall connected to the canopy outside the car. The bright light of the headlights shone over. Through some holes, he could faintly see that there was a black head around the sparklight.

There is a third-class peripheral area behind the metal wall, in which there are at least more than 500 survivors. These people have come from a variety of origins. Some are unlucky people abandoned by the team, farmers who escaped from nearby rural areas, and drivers whose cars have broken down.

They live like pigs in a pigsty,

People die every day in the periphery area, but there are also survivors who rush here from outside to join. Most of the survivors are elderly women and children. Men have to go to the Tongda supermarket in the original service area to wait for team recruitment, or team up with people to earn food.

Chen Qinghe listened to Lin Leshan's words.

There was no change in his expression. He had seen this scene countless times in his previous life. He held the steering wheel in his hand and just quietly followed the guidance of Lin Leshan in the second-class motorcade area.

After a while, the school bus entered the second-class fleet area.

The relative periphery area is isolated behind the metal wall. It is much more spacious and free here. In addition to parking vehicles of all sizes according to the planned order, because there are a large number of bonfires, the environment is much brighter and warmer, and the atmosphere is no longer as dead outside.

But no matter what, it's just a parking lot with an awning.

......

Five minutes later.

When Chen Qinghe and others were busy settling down.

In the first-class evolutionist area of the service area, the two-story high-rise supermarket is brightly lit, people come and go, and survivors carry various weapons to talk to each other, just like a talent market.

Unlike a developed coastal city like Baihai City, the environment near the national highway was destroyed by monster tides after the end of the world, which caused major changes. The population not only decreased sharply, but also the buildings along the border were destroyed on a large scale. The villages distributed in a section of the highway also became difficult to find, which invisibly increased the difficulty of obtaining food, so there are two kinds. It is a must.

The first is a vehicle!

The second is the local villagers who could not escape back to the village before the end of the world.

"Zheng Shuang!"

"What about your brother's team?"

"As long as you enter this gathering place, no matter who is, you must follow the rules."

Jiang Heng took his rain hat and quickly walked into Tongda Supermarket.

As soon as he entered it, it was a black head. Compared with the temperature in the supermarket outside, the temperature was much higher, but he didn't have time to rest. He squeezed out the crowd and went straight to the depths of the supermarket.

He hates Zheng Shuang!

The five evolutionists defeated by the leader of Shangjing Travel Company had the leader of the team behind him, so every time he saw Zheng Shuang, he had to bow his head, and he was very aggrieved about this.

But what made him even more unhappy was that Jiang Heng, who was also a member of Shangjing Travel Company, was later expelled from the team. The root cause was Zheng Shuang.

As long as there is a chance!

He is going to retaliate against him and find him unhate.

So this time he deliberately left the checkpoint in advance to contact the people of the inspection team and ask them to peel off the skin of the motorcade under Zheng Shuang.

This testing team is privately called a tax collection team by survivors!

Almost all of these people are very close to the large and medium-sized team evolutionists in the service area. Most of them are relatives. They charge protection fees for each new team in the service area in the name of testing, and the tax standard is naturally judged by strength.

Not long after Jiang Heng went to the testing team.

The periphery of the second-class fleet area——

A bonfire was set off in front of the Bluebird school bus, and survivors attracted by the fire gathered around to make a fire.

The firelight reflected half of Chen Qinghe's side face, and he did not drive them away.

Near the bonfire, Chen Qinghe and Lin Leshan, three Indians sat around and rested. He himself sat on a horse stool and ate a bucket of Master Kong's instant noodles in his hand.

Every time the plastic fork pulls up the noodles, there is a strong aroma of braised beef, which makes many survivors smell the air with the aroma of instant noodles, and cast even more eager eyes.

Chen Qinghe's eyes fell on Lin Shuishan through the firelight.

Lin Shuishan and Xiao Siyan sat on the stool. They each had a handheld in their hands and were playing the latest generation of Super Mario. Because of the game, the two children of the same age quickly became familiar with each other.

At this moment, they are surrounded by a circle of dirty children who are about ten years old. Everyone is focused and meticulously looking at the handheld machine in their hands.

The children's eyes move with the game characters.

Since the end of the world, with adults, they have been starving, struggling on the line of life and death, living a life without a future. Having experienced this environment, games are especially precious to children.

Even if they look at it, they feel very satisfied!

"Your Excellency."

The Indian held a cup of cup of coffee and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Chen Qinghe made a move.

He looked sideways at his side. Not only did the Indians wonder, but Lin Leshan's eyes on the side also changed slightly. They didn't understand why they deliberately stayed in this gathering area.

"No, it's not."

Seeing that Chen Qinghe didn't say anything, Singh hurriedly said, "Little, I didn't mean to interfere with you, but didn't you say you were going to Guangling before?"

"I want to confirm a person here."

"There are still some things--"

Chen Qinghe didn't say it clearly. He bowed his head and continued to eat noodles.

One person?

Indians dare not ask more questions.

As Lin Leshan thought, he also felt that the "person" that adults were looking for must be extraordinary.

All of a sudden!

At eleven o'clock, surround the bonfire crowd **.

Chen Qinghe put down the plastic fork, and a group of strangers holding various weapons came under the leadership of Jiang Heng, whom he had seen before.

"Are they the tax collection team you mentioned?"

Chen Qinghe glanced at Lin Leshan and asked softly.

Lin Leshan nodded silently.

Chen Qinghe sneered and looked at the middle-aged people behind Jiang Heng, with slightly bald hair and wearing a black leather jacket. The purpose of these people could be easily guessed without their heads.

"Yo, it's enough to enjoy."

"Aheng, you see, these people are kind enough to make the fire so big that they can share it with others."

A slightly bald middle-aged man is sarcastic as soon as he opens his mouth.

The eyes of the survivors around them were full of fear. They quietly stayed away from the warm bonfire. The notoriety of the tax team has spread throughout the service area, and the name of the bald man is more well known.

Xu Ping!

Before the end of the world, an old accountant of Fengrui Accounting Firm. Now behind it is a large team member with five evolutionists, and he is also one of the interests of the Alliance of Evolutionaries behind it.

"Start with you now!"

Xu Ping didn't like Chen Qinghe's eyes. He pointed to him proudly and ordered, "Report your name, previous place of residence, age, and specialty to me."

Chen Qinghe looked down at the middle-aged ant and looked at the middle-aged bald man.

As for Jiang Heng, who sneered around him, he was completely ignored and regarded as air.

The Indian secretly glanced at Chen Qinghe with an indifferent expression. He stood up and asked, "Why are you asking these questions?"

"Did I talk to you?"

Xu Ping raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully.

"The bald."

Singh straightened up, put his right hand on his waist, and sneered, "I'm sorry, we adults never talk to people!"

Am I?

Xu Ping laughed dumbly.

The tax collector behind him also laughed.

Seeing this, the surrounding survivors retreated in fear, and there were not one or two teams that clashed with the tax collection team in the service area, but except for teams with evolutionists, no team composed entirely composed of ordinary people would have a good end.

In particular, this is the second-class fleet area for ordinary people.

Tax collectors like Xu Ping are wolves, which is not what they can compete with at all.

"Taxation!"

Jiang Heng looked at the Indians with ignorant eyes and said coldly, "As long as the people who stay here are protected by the service area alliance, and the amount of tax depends on your ability."

Ap ability?

That's the fist!

When Indians nod their heads.

The door of the palace RV opened, and the burly and strong Huang Zicheng came down from the car. Even a stranger could feel the coldness on his body at a glance.

As soon as this kind of person appears.

Xu Ping and Jiang Heng couldn't help frowning.

I feel that this team may be much more difficult to deal with than expected.