Rise From The Doom Chapter 575

There was indeed food in the hotel, but the price was outrageously high and it was even less than cat food.

"If this goes on, our little gold coins won't last more than a few days." The pistachio fruit is worried. In the previous world, only copper coins were used to buy and sell goods. However, the current transaction unit had been converted into silver or even gold coins. This put her under a lot of pressure.

"I'll go ask, since there are so many people here, there must be a way to make money." Don't just look at her average appearance, she was the most valuable person in the team. Even before the chaotic times, she was the most valuable out of everyone here. The beef dealer only had a bad reputation, but he was actually very profitable.

"No way!" The fat auntie put down her bowl and rejected without hesitation.

"What is the Peace Corps?" the assassin asked.

"A military force under Liu Wei An." His eyes were sharp and his ears were good, and he had heard them on the street.

"However, joining the Peace Corps is not an easy task. We need to assess our fighting strength. I'm afraid only the captain of our team has the qualifications to do so." The fat auntie smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, our village's Ping Road doesn't have much to say. It's just that there are a lot of zombies." The stone man consoled the group as he saw their discouraged expressions.

"Where's the car?" The assassin asked the key question.

"Anji Avenue has cars, modified ones that are more expensive and can be fixed by oneself. There are so many cars outside the city, as long as we can find gas, the cars won't be a problem." The fat auntie answered.

"It's useless after we're done eating. Let's go out for a walk after we've finished eating." the Rock Man suggested. This question was actually a little unnecessary. Just this little bit of food was not enough for a mouthful. Everyone had already finished drinking it long ago and was filling up their internal organs with boiling water.

The streets were filled with people, and they were all dressed in clean and tidy clothes. There was basically no smell of decay in the air, no corpses or filth could be seen on the streets, not even a rat that couldn't be cured in troubled times could be seen. The cars were arranged in a neat and orderly manner, making it seem as if they had appeared in the world of Utopia.

Angie Road was big, but there weren't many open areas, and there were no power outages in places that weren't open. There were people living in a small area, the Windstorm Mercenaries took a look around and estimated that there were about 150 thousand people in the city. Before this chaotic era, this number was definitely insignificant, but at this time, 150 thousand was an extremely shocking number.

Finally, the Storm Mercenaries arrived at the most prosperous area of Anji Avenue. It was not a commercial street, but a task hall street. On the big screen, there were all sorts of quests. Some were for materials, some for food, some for rescue … The prices were marked at the back, and anything that one wished to do could be accepted. There was no need to pay any deposit, and there were no requirements. As such, the goods had to be paid.

The hall was tightly packed. Those who couldn't get in at the back could only buy a tablet in a nearby shop. There were signals within a mile radius that connected to the Mission Hall's network.

After looking for a long time, they discovered that the simplest task was to catch the zombie, and the easiest task was to capture the living zombie. Afterwards, they decided to capture a level 1.5 live zombie, which was just the right amount of time to take action, so the price was quite high as well.

As for those quests that involved going to certain designated locations to search for items or rescue someone, the rewards were high, but they were full of instability. They were a team, and they were not rich, so they could not take the risk for the time being.

The mission hall was not only a place for missions, but also a place for news. Humans from all over the world exchanged information, close to friends of Fuzhou Road and Yu Xin Dao, far away from the blue and white porcelain path. To be able to survive to Anji Road was a blessing, but such a person was also very experienced.

"... "It's not that I'm bragging, it's that the Blazing Demon Wolf I met that time was really too powerful. If it wasn't for the fact that a team appeared and attracted his attention, I wouldn't have been able to see you all." A burly man with half his body burned had spittle flying all over his mouth. His hair was newly grown and was only half an inch long. If he wore the prison uniform, he would be no different from a prisoner in the prison.

"So what if it's a Flame Wolf? The Zombies I met in the Snake Mouth were powerful. They were invulnerable and could not even be killed by a rocket. I saw a few Silver rank experts rushing over, but in three seconds, they all died." A short guy had a disdainful look on his face.

"That's because you've never seen a predator before, otherwise you would know how lucky you are." The smiling, devilishly young man was sharpening his nails with a knife.

… ….

Almost everyone from Yu Xin Dao, Spring Road, Fuzhou Road, Pingdao, Snake Mouth Road, Rao Feng Road, and Blue and White Porcelain Road had arrived. All of them seemed to have arrived at the same time in the entire Tianfeng Province.

Every place had one or two powerful monsters. After listening for a while, the Windstorm Mercenaries felt that the danger they faced was nothing. They felt that they had a slim chance of surviving and had seen the dangers of others before, but if they were in someone else's place, the grass on their graves would be at least three feet tall. No, there was no opportunity to grow grass, because no one had collected the corpses.

A hubbub rose up from the street, accompanied by the roar and screams of cars and exclamations from the crowd.

"Let's go take a look!" The Windwave Mercenaries looked at each other. Before they got close, they heard someone cursing.

"Old man, you actually dare to touch porcelain, don't you know who we are? The dog-eye must have grown in the wrong place, and my eyes should grow brighter in the future. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died. "

The Windsurf Mercenaries had never been included in the mission hall to begin with.

Therefore, they were the first ones to arrive at the scene of the incident. A convoy of three cars was parked in the middle of the road. A white-haired old man was lying on the ground, and a fierce-looking man was kicking and punching the old man.

The bag of rice was scattered on the ground. Some of the rice grains were scattered on the ground. Many people were looking at the rice with burning eyes.

"Stop hitting him, if you continue, he'll kill you." Along the way, there were people who could not bear to watch this. After the evolution of the human body, his senses had greatly increased. Many of them could tell that the old man was already breathing more and less.

"... I gave it to my grandson. "Rice..." The old man ignored the punches and kicks as he struggled to crawl towards the rice. However, his legs were fractured and he was beaten up by the big man. He did not get up even after a few tries and watched as the rice slowly dimmed.

"Since you disturbed our caravan, we will treat this as compensation." The burly man brought up the rice in disdain, the fire and greed in his eyes unable to be concealed.

"You're not allowed … "This is my grandson's …" The old man returned the gaze and suddenly burst with power, hugging the big man's leg with all his might.

"You're courting death!" The big man didn't manage to break free even after using all his strength several times. He suddenly punched the old man on the head.

"Crack ~ ~ ~"

The old man's head tilted to the side and he instantly died. He held on tightly to the big man's arm. The big man had to exert a lot of strength to get his leg out. He kicked the corpse to the side of the road and carried the rice onto the car.

"Who is this? How dare he? He dares to do such a thing in Anji Way!" Some people in the crowd could not bear to watch this any longer. However, they could tell that the people in the group were not simple and their voices were low.

"Shh —" A friend at the side whispered, "That is the symbol of Baron Qian Ruhai. If there are no surprises, then the one sitting in the car is the son of Baron Qian Ruhai."

Hiss —

Gasps could be heard from the crowd as the angry gazes of the crowd turned neutral. The members of the Storm Mercenaries looked at each other and saw the worry in their eyes. Just as they were about to retreat, a group of people suddenly rushed over from the distance. The group seemed to recognize them and automatically opened a path for them.

When the team arrived at the scene, the first thing they did was to stop the team from leaving.

"Please stop the car for investigation!" The group stood in front of the car with cold expressions on their faces.

"Scram!" A roar exploded from the car, like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, exploding in the air.

"Stop the car and get investigated!" The lead car, Zeng Kang, coldly stared at the driver with a cold expression.

"Reporting to vice captain, the person is dead!" The member that was checking the old man shouted.

"Stop the car and get investigated!" Zeng Kang shouted for the third time. He was met with a foot on the gas pedal. The car roared out of its cage like a mad beast.

"Shoot!"

At the same time as Che Zeng Kang gave the order, his right arm began to expand. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded to three times the size of an ordinary person's thigh.

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

The car flew into the air and rolled over Zeng Kang's head before landing, scaring the crowd behind it away. The second and third cars quickly stopped. The glass shattered when the bullet hit it.

"Stop! My father is Baron Qian Ruhai! " The man in the car bent over miserably.

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