Located in the southern part of Wanguo Island, there is an area with low-rise buildings.
The entire population of Wanguo Island is broadly divided into three tiers: The first tier consists of the major countries, which have large populations, developed economies, and occupy a dominant position on the island.
The second tier belongs to the ordinary populace. They are mostly beyond basic subsistence, have jobs, and food to eat, forming the island’s middle force.
And then there are the poor, who make up almost half of the island’s population. They live in shantytowns, struggling to make ends et.
This group includes so Qin Han People, so people of color, and citizens from so smaller countries—they are the poor, the slaves, the weak survivors, living just like most people in the post-apocalyptic world.
Now, this area of buildings is a gathering place for ordinary people.
However, this is not an ordinary gathering place; it is a neighborhood where people from multiple countries live together.
This type of neighborhood is a bit better than the shantytown, but they all have a common characteristic, which is chaos, disorder.
On the busiest street in the neighborhood, there are many shops selling weapons, grains, at, and various daily necessities, as well as many entertainnt venues.
A three-story building, located at the end of the street, is a pharmacy, and due to its location, the business appears to be average, with few custors inside.
South of this pharmacy lies the southern riverbank highway, beyond which is a large wasteland.
In the post-apocalyptic world with no one tending to it, the wild grass is over two ters tall; over there is no man’s land.
A Japanese businessman in the shop, fanning himself lightly, despite the shop’s remote location, he wasn’t worried about not being able to sell the dicines, as they were necessities.
With a screeching stop at the shop entrance, a white pickup truck halted in front.
A white man in an orange t-shirt got down, wearing a straw hat, carrying an AK automatic rifle on his back, and looked like an adventurer covered in dirt.
He swung the gun to his back, then hauled two large boxes from the truck, grunting as he moved them into the shop.
"Boss, are you buying herbs?"
Standing up, the boss glanced at him: "Where did the goods co from?"
"Collected from outside, have a look first."
The white man took out so items from the box, including cold dicines, anti-inflammatories, fever reducers, stomach dicines, sachets, syringes, and so dark Chinese herbs.
The boss took a box and examined it: "This cold dicine is expired."
"This fever reducer is expired too."
"This antiviral syringe is expired as well."
The white man quickly said: "Boss, nowadays, most dicines are expired. The apocalypse has been ongoing for more than a year now, and there are no new pharmaceutical factories opening. Most dicines found out there are expired, and people are still consuming them."
"Not necessarily, so newly produced ones are still not expired. All these you have are old inventory, I don’t need them, take them away."
On hearing this, the white man hurriedly pulled out more dicines from another box.
"Check these out, curry aphrodisiac oil, Mr. Muscle, winter version Durex, these are good stuff, would you take them?"
The boss was montarily stunned: "I know Durex, what’s the winter version?"
"It’s...thicker at the front for enhanced friction. You know, in general, we don’t like the cold, anything from cold places, so this product is rare around here."
The boss then picked up a bottle of aphrodisiac oil and asked: "Can this last from dusk till dawn?"
The white man shook his head: "That’s impossible, at most until midnight, before dawn appears you’ll have to stop using it."
After thinking it over, the boss said: "These seem good, I can take them."
"Take them all together, don’t sell separately, and I’ll give you a discount on those expired dicines."
The boss looked around hesitantly, seeing there were still so custors inside, he thought for a mont: "Co to the second floor, let’s discuss the price."
"Hey...Xiao Wang, keep an eye for , I’ll talk over things with this client."
The young clerk in the shop answered promptly, and then the boss led the white man upstairs.
The two walked while quarreling over the price, everything seed normal.
Upstairs, they entered a room, and the boss closed the door.
Imdiately, the rchant’s expression turned serious, he asked: "What’s your na?"
"George Andrew."
"Matches the profile, you’re also wanted by the Dawn Army, no one followed you, right?"
George sat down and exhaled deeply: "No, I’m very strict about my actions. To find you, we purposely went off the island, collected supplies, and returned through a proper process without any flaw."
The boss eyed him closely: "Can’t be careless, now the Dawn Army is very rigorous with their managent, those Military Intelligence Bureau people are rampant, capturing people everywhere, and offering money, many have been bought by them. Several people have been caught these days, I’m lucky enough to be cautious, avoiding their attention."
After saying that, the boss handed George a USB drive.
"Take this to the shantytown, find One-Eyed Dragon, and hand it over to him."
"Why is everything so mysterious?"
"That’s none of your concern; you just need to deliver it."
George tucked the USB drive into his chest.
Just finished doing these, suddenly the sound of barking erupted in the street.
The boss quickly went to the window to take a look, and his face changed dramatically.
"Not good! Soone from the Dawn Army is here for a spot check, did you accidentally lead those military intelligence agents here?"
George’s face was ashen; "Impossible, maybe you’ve been watched for a long ti."
The boss’s face also looked bad, but he had no choice at this point.
"You need to go now."
George was a bit flustered: "Where do I go?"
"Jump out of the second-floor window, there’s a manhole cover below, open it and enter the underground tunnel, turn left at the first junction, swim through a section of water-filled pipe, then go left, right, straight and you’ll reach the slum area. Look for the salon with two red lights on... say it’s Nobu who sent you, quickly go, I’ll cover you!"
The Japanese boss kicked open the rear window, then pulled out an automatic rifle from under the bed.
At this mont, footsteps outside had already co upstairs, George hurriedly leaped out of the window.
Just as he jumped out of the window, gunfire erupted inside the room.
The boss, relying on the terrain for defense, should be able to stall the Dawn Army for a while.
George opened the manhole cover on the ground, and as soon as he jumped down, he heard a scream.
"The Dawn Army will be defeated! We will have our revenge... ah!"
Probably dead, George didn’t have ti to think, quickly restored the manhole cover, and sprinted along the underground tunnel.
Soon, the manhole cover behind seed to be opened by soone, and a chase ensued.
Not just people, but the sound of barking.
He knew it was the Dawn Army’s military dogs, a very formidable breed, both agile and vicious, and many were caught because of these dogs.
Not daring to linger for even a mont, he dashed through the underground tunnel.
Even though he was a mutant, he couldn’t shake off the pursuers, the Dawn Army mbers were getting closer.
Fortunately, there was a drainage pipe, and he jumped right in.
Using the waterway for cover, he finally temporarily evaded the military dogs’ chase.
Swam over a hundred ters in one breath, after passing through this section of waterway, he erged from it.
His body was covered in filthy wastewater, but he couldn’t be bothered, continuing to follow the boss’s guidance, took several turns, ran for about fifty minutes, feeling he had finally lost the pursuers, he arrived at a manhole.
Listened carefully for a while, it was relatively quiet here, he cautiously lifted the manhole to create a small opening.
Peered outside and found he had entered the slum area, seeing staggering people on the distant street, weakened by hunger, not much better than zombies.
Seeing no one was paying attention to this corner, he climbed out of the sewer.
He now looked like a refugee, blending well into this area of the slum.
Wiping off the water on his face, he walked in the slum streets, looking for the salon with two red lights, as the drugstore boss had ntioned.
By now it was late, he walked in the street with a rank stench, and many people avoided him.
So survivors, delirious from hunger, stared at him like wolves, perhaps plotting sothing.
George pulled out the AK slung behind him, holding it in hand, those gazes showed fear, gradually retreating.
Walked for a while, finally saw a salon.
"California Hair Salon."
This should be run by soone from White Eagle Country, George went inside.
A woman from White Eagle Country was inside.
Seeing George enter, the woman disdainfully waved her hand: "Where did this stinky beggar co from? Go, go, go, we don’t serve people like you."
George spoke directly: "Nobu sent , looking for Mr. Robert."
The woman squinted slightly: "Need a massage, huh? Then co with , but wash up first, you look filthy."
She then led George to the back of the salon, directly going out through the back door, wandering through the slum, passing heaps of garbage and stinking drains, and finally arrived at a cluster of shanties.
"Go on in, the person you’re looking for is in there."
George pushed open the shabby door and went inside.
The interior was unexpectedly spacious.
Within this slum area, there were over a hundred n, seemingly all from White Eagle Country.
These people were either drinking, smoking, or polishing weapons.
Among them, a muscular man over two ters tall, with an eyepatch, was exceptionally striking.
George took one look and confird this was One-Eyed Dragon Robert, Jas’ major-domo on the island, who handled many White Eagle Country matters, had vanished since the Dawn Army took Wanguo Island, unexpectedly hiding here.
If no one led him here, George was certain almost no one could find this place.
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