Age of Collapse

Into the night.

Yucheng is a very special city. Unlike other cities that have set up a part of the region to establish a "black street" system, the whole city is a black street, all of which are officially sent or brought in by criminals, from pimps to Drug dealers are readily available.

The only difference is that the heavy criminals are held in death row camps, while the general criminals, or those who are not clean, but who are not restricted to personal freedom, make some gray trades in the urban area, either publicly or privately.

In theory, there is not much difference between the death row and the prison. It should be strictly closed, but in Yucheng, because everyone is crawling out of the lazy mud, plus the official does not like to manage such a broken place, so The death row camp here is not completely isolated, and some merchants with more sophisticated methods always have the means to send rare goods, such as the old snake.

The old snake has been a black merchant for a lifetime, and I don’t know if it’s natural. It’s been a long time to do this. His body shape is stunned, and the thief’s head and mouth are not like good people.

At this time, the old snake was in a corner of the camp in the death row. When he suffered from chronic rhinitis, he squeezed the itchy nose from time to time, and a pair of muddy eyes kept sweeping around.

After a long while, the knife face appeared at the end of the alley with two followers. He walked over with his cold hand and looked forward to ask, "Old snake, what good things have you brought to my brother?"

"Hey brother, look." The old snake grinned and revealed his mouth full of yellow teeth. He smashed the rotten robes on his body and saw a pile of things tied to bottles and jars, from cigarettes to drugs for treating inflammation. Even some high-concentration wines are like a humanoid freighter.

"This, this, and this," the knife smashed his face and took two cigarettes, three bottles of 100 small wines, and six boxes of cephalosporin antibiotics.

Antibiotics are popular in the death camp. Because the environment is dirty and the bacteria breed, most of the soldiers here have some acute and chronic inflammation. The official medical team often does not want to take care of it. When they are suffering from infection, antibiotics are The second life.

Knife and face turned over on the old snake for a while, suddenly frowned and asked, "Nothing? What about it?"

The old snake had already been calculating the income happily. The knife was asked at this time. He asked confusedly "What?"

"Grass Nyima." The knife gave the old snake a heavy slap in the face, and said, "Face! White noodles!"

"Hey, my brother, don't mention it, that thing is really bad!" The old snake licked his face, dared to speak, dared to speak, only shook his head, sighed and sighed, "My caravan rushed to death some days ago. When I sent the face, the result was checked by the patrolling Eagles Army. The car was gone, and the people went in four or five. I was afraid that I couldn’t get it."

Knife and face are ruined by "waste, this is not a good thing!"

"Oh, this is really no way. This is a good way to transport tobacco and tobacco in the North. It is also very easy to smuggle arms. Many Eagles soldiers secretly sell weapons in the back, but this thing is a cold death command, touch one. One of the dead. "The old snake's expression was helpless. He sucked his itchy nose and said, "The old folks I know have ran to the Western Region. There are many lords and many people who like faces. If it is Jiangnan, the control is not strict, and it is easy to transport the goods. The face business in the North is really impossible to do. I am thinking about it."

The old snake hadn’t finished yet, and his face was stunned and his nose was stunned, so that he couldn’t breathe. He said, “You have shipped the goods to the city, you have to transport it for a lifetime, and you will die if you dare. Halfway, don't think I can't find you!"

"Understand!" The old snake patted his knife and licked his face and kept asking for mercy. After the knife licked his face, he licked his red nose and said in a good voice, "But brother, this thing is going to come back, face. I really can't do it. You said that if I also planted it, who will come to you for delivery?"

Knife screamed heavily, and took two boxes of cephalosporins from the old snake. He said, "If the eagle flag army looks tight, let it go first, I don’t believe that the northern border can always be so severe. This time, please send some other things, painkillers, anesthetics or something."

"Well, painkillers and anesthetics are easy to handle. I have contact with the medical officers of the Eagles. There are frequent wars in the north. No one will find out a few boxes of medicine." The old snake patted his chest confidently.

Knife and face to see this expression also eased some, handed the money up.

The old snake counted the money, and some hesitated to say, "Hey, this money is missing two boxes of cephalosporin."

"This thing did not run, did not beat you up pretty good, two boxes of cephalosporins when interest!" Scarface another hand took a small bottle of white wine from the old snake, Bickering said, "quarrel, I give to you the goods All received."

Although the old snake has a "snake" in his name, he still dare not slam the face of a real snake in the face of a knife and a face. He can only laugh and say "filial piety!"

"Right, is that something there?" Knife slaps his face and slaps his head and says to the old snake, "Viagra, is there?"

"Yes! Forehead brother, you are not releasing the wind on Saturday, so do you buy medicine so early?"

"Old Black let me bring, I have a little white face today, we plan to give him a horse in two days!"

"Haha, the size of the old black brother, and another Viagra, I am afraid that I can't hold it with one hand! Come, my brother, the medicine you want, and then send you a small jar of oil, free."

"Yes, go on the road!"

The next day~www.readwn.com~The death row soldiers stopped sleeping at noon as usual. They woke up on the stinky straw shop, wore the already moldy clothes, and went to the cafeteria to line up to get bread that was harder than the stone. An apple that has been smashed by a mouse.

Occasionally, the suffocating soldiers reached for more bread, but because this thing was distributed on a daily basis, more people would not be able to eat it, so the chef wanted to block it.

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

The chef was scared to close his mouth, screaming for food, and when it was sent to the last few soldiers, the bread had already been sent out because of the many people in front.

When I saw that the bread was gone, the back of a huge, dark-skinned soldier poured the soup from the bowl directly onto the chef's head, and roared like a chimpanzee. "What about Laozi's bread?!"

The chef was burnt with blood and his eyes were faint, but he did not dare to speak.

The black soldier noticed something. Looking far away, I saw a few soldiers with two pieces of bread on the plate. He walked over with a cold face and flattened the bread with one palm. "Your wild dog is eating very well."