Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

"Awesome!" Zhou Feng sighed, thinking that he bought a gun just to pretend anyway, and it didn't matter if he had bullets or not. He carried the gun behind his back, lifted the sack, and took advantage of the opportunity to reach into the bag, took the can from the storage space and put it in the bag, and began to peddle it in a low-key manner.

At this time, Zhou Feng was comically carrying a sack on his back, like a lewd uncle selling pornographic films, and contacted pedestrians on the street one by one. People who can live in small towns, no matter how poor they are, have a little savings. So as soon as they heard that it was canned meat, everyone's eyes lit up. For outlaw corpse hunters, they are engaged in high-risk jobs that can kill them if they are not careful. This characteristic makes them run out of money in their pockets quickly, and they pursue the principle of having wine today and getting drunk tomorrow.

This sneaky peddling went well, and in less than an hour, Zhou Feng sold the last can of canned beef. With the first experience, Zhou Feng concluded that it is possible not to ask the other party to pay in gold, but to use gold and crystallization. Since the wasteland settlement is a large human settlement, and the circulation of goods is very strong, Zhou Feng tries to keep the price close to the market. Although the number is about the same as the first time, the benefits are far less than the first. Compared to the small town where more than 30,000 people live, dozens of cans are like stones thrown into the sea, which did not cause a little wave and disappeared quickly, and Zhou Feng did not have to worry about attracting the attention of people with a heart.

Zhou Feng also noticed that cameras were installed all over the town, and important locations were under the control of the Authority, and if you want to teleport back to modern times in the town, the risk of exposure is very large. The secret of being able to travel through two time and space, it is impossible for Zhou Feng to let anyone know, not even his most trusted friends and relatives. Now Zhou Feng is still very weak and has no ability to resist, once exposed, it will definitely be a dead end.

Zhou Feng asked for directions, and soon found the Weapons and Ammunition Sales Department under the Wasteland Settlement Administration. The Arms and Ammunition Department is located in the Cinema Square in the centre of the town, along with the Fuel Department and the Food Supply Department. This centralized management makes the movie plaza very lively from morning to night, and countless people engaged in the corpse hunting industry come here every day after returning from hunting to exchange their harvest for consumed ammunition and fuel, and by the way, for food such as potatoes and sweet potatoes.

It's hard to imagine that in the last days, you will be able to see a place that is more lively than the vegetable market. The buildings and shops around the central cinema plaza have become fragrant and sweet in the huge flow of people. A variety of shops are set up here to welcome the corpse hunters who have returned in triumph. Since the Wasteland Settlement Authority does not restrict the homemaking of weapons, up to 40% of these stores sell homemade weapons. In order to attract customers, many weapons have been carefully modified to increase performance, but the price is slightly lower than what the Authority sells. It is strange that the Authority did not care at all about these business-stealing shops, and the prices of weapons in the weapons shops did not change at all, as if the weapons shops were just museums, and the weapons in them were just exhibits.

The most lively thing besides the ammunition department is the fuel department. Among the several lines lined up, Zhou Feng stood casually in one of them, silently observing. In general, it's like a hodgepodge here, with all sorts of characters. There are people with fierce faces and extremely arrogant faces, there are people with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and there are people with harmless faces and smiles. On the face of it, you can never judge a person's good or evil.

The Ministry of Ammunition consists of a hall, similar to a banking institution. Five saleswomen of great stature busily collect crystals or gold and place boxes of bullets of various calibers on the counter. Behind the counter, more than a dozen sturdy soldiers stood guard with guns to ensure the absolute safety of the hall. Despite the presence of military personnel to maintain order, the hall was not quiet. People talked to each other, boasting about their glorious achievements, and the voices were as loud as if they were arguing. As you can imagine, the whole hall was very noisy, and the corpse hunters had been fighting with zombies for a long time, sometimes without taking a shower for a week or two, so it was full of all kinds of smells, which made Zhou Feng almost unbearable.

The sales lady said in a professional tone: "The Type 95 assault rifle has two types of ammunition, a 30-round plastic magazine and a 75-round quick-loading drum, and currently does not sell hanging grenade launchers and grenades. You can also choose a multifunctional bayonet, which increases survivability. "

Zhou Feng didn't know much about Type 95, so he thought for a while and said: "Two copies of each of the two types of ammunition feeders." "

The other party nodded, and quickly calculated the price: "Based on the calculation of 1 white crystal for every 10 bullets, you need to pay 21 white crystals, or 21 grams of gold." "

This price made Zhou Feng startled, these bullets were indeed expensive. Imagine that when dealing with zombies, you may be able to deal with a zombie with a rifle from a distance, but what about a machine gun? I am afraid that the bullets consumed will be far beyond the user's tolerance.

Zhou Feng finally understood why Qiu Guorui said that he was just working for the Authority. Despite his reluctance, he paid for 21 white crystals, and excitedly ran out of the ammunition department with the cartridge in his hand, found a place under the shade of a tree, and attached the cartridge to the gun. Until now, the Type 95 in his hand can be regarded as a real killing weapon. If it weren't for the ban on shooting here, Zhou Feng really wanted to "burst" into the sky and get over the addiction of shooting.

Since it was necessary to return to modern times, it was naturally impossible to do it in a small town. Fortunately, there was a pass to enter and leave the town freely, and Zhou Feng easily got out of the town.

It has been said that heaven and hell are separated by a wall. Compared with the bustling and lively city in the town, as long as you step out of the gate of the town wall, you will be greeted by a hellish scene. Countless dilapidated tents stretch endlessly, and there is no end in sight. People's eyes were numb, and only the last shred of desire to survive remained.

Traveling along the road and through the refugee camps, Zhou Feng couldn't imagine how the people here survived and what they relied on to make a living. Water is also scarce in the wilderness settlements, and only by digging wells deep underground can it be possible to obtain the few sources of water.

Out of the refugee camp, Zhou Feng continued to walk forward, he had to find a place where no one was to teleport so that he could arrive next time. It's nearly afternoon, and the sun is so hot that it's unbearable.

Ten minutes after leaving the camp, there were almost no people in sight, and it was difficult to see even the vehicles passing by the road. There are only one or two zombies in this area, and they pose no threat to Zhou Feng.

After finding a low pile of barren grass, Zhou Feng looked around to confirm that there was no one before he got into the barren haystack. He placed the gun in the storage space first, and then used his mind to activate the teleportation function in the Space-Time Ring. I saw that the barren grass pile was gently twisted, and Zhou Feng, who was hiding, disappeared out of thin air, as if everything was an illusion.