Plane Supermarket

Chapter 189

The construction site was very busy. People from the slums moved the materials from the cars and transported them to the construction site. Although there were many of them, their strength was limited. The sand here could not be used with handcarts. Ye Zhou did not buy a crane. All construction materials It must rely on manpower.

Although there is no sun at night, Ye Zhou is worried that it is too dangerous at night. After all, even with a lamp, it is impossible to illuminate all corners.

And after nightfall, there are still upper-class people who come to the slums to have fun, and it will be troublesome if there is a conflict. Ye Zhou is fine, but the fate of these slum people will definitely not be good.

That being the case, Ye Zhou made a rule to work during the day.

He also set up some tents next to the construction site, and homeless workers can rest in tents after submitting applications.

The tent has no electricity, but it can also block sand.

The wind blowing at night is not a good thing. The wind here is not cool, and it will bring up yellow sand. If there is no shelter, sand will enter not only the body, but also the nose and ears.

So even if there is wind at night, no one will sleep on the street because of the wind.

Those who sleep on the streets are homeless and cannot find a place to live.

"Stop it all!" Wu Yan held the horn. In order not to get sunburned, Wu Yan had to put on a thick layer of sunscreen. Cling to him and make him look funny.

But no one cared about his image, the workers stopped immediately after hearing Wu Yan's voice.

After staying in the slums for a long time, I didn't learn anything else, but I learned to be "obedient".

"Come here for herbal tea." Wu Yan said, "After drinking, rest for half an hour!"

Wu Yan put down the horn, and kept tugging at his neckline. Before, he was already charcoaled when he just left the supermarket occasionally. Now he spends almost ten hours a day outside. Not to mention getting tanned, he almost melted away.

The workers rushed towards Wuyan immediately. What they look forward to most every day is not eating, but drinking herbal tea.

Herbal tea not only quenches thirst, but also has sweetness in the midst of bitterness.

Being able to drink herbal tea twice a day was something that Zhao Qing couldn't even get as a thug, and it was a treat.

The cups are enamel cups, so they won't break if dropped on hard objects. This is considered as a benefit to the workers. They are given away for free, but they will not be replaced if they are lost.

If they lose it unfortunately, they have to bring their own cup or borrow it from someone else.

Sun Shi was in the middle of the line. He wiped the sweat from his brow, but he didn't feel tired. Instead, he kept looking forward on tiptoe. Every time he took a step forward, his eyes lit up a little.

"Have you applied for a tent?" The person behind Sun Shi poked Sun Shi's back.

Sun Shi turned his head and looked over, and when he smiled, he revealed two rows of white teeth, not because his teeth were really white, but because his skin was too dark: "I have applied, I have family members, so I should be in the front row."

The person behind said enviously: "I'm alone, I'm probably in the last row, maybe I won't get a share."

Sun Shi could only restrain his joy, and pretended to comfort him: "Maybe there will be opportunities in the future."

But the man was not too sad, and when he moved forward, he said: "I heard that herbal tea is boiled with medicinal materials, and sugar is added."

In the beginning, people didn't really accept the taste of herbal tea, but because it was water, they couldn't bear to waste it, and they had to drink it no matter how bad it was.

After drinking it a few times, a strange thing happened. People who thought it was unpalatable quickly became fascinated by the taste. They had no way to cool down. It was obviously a warm herbal tea, but after drinking it, the whole body was refreshed.

Sun Shi quickly got a cup of herbal tea, and when he could rest for half an hour, he didn't rush to drink it, but walked to the shade with the herbal tea.

Beside the construction site, besides the tent, there was also an awning. When he passed by, the awning was already full of people, so Sun Shi could only squeeze left and right to squeeze a seat for himself.

Although it was hot sitting among the crowd, it was better than basking in the sun directly. Sun Shi held the enamel cup and took a big mouthful of herbal tea with a look of enjoyment.

The people around him were the same, and the workers didn't start chatting until the herbal tea was finished.

Half an hour is not enough time for them to sleep, and talking to each other is considered relaxing.

"I heard that there is meat at noon today." Sun Shi heard someone swallow behind him.

Sun Shi turned his head in surprise: "Really?"

Sitting behind him was a half-grown boy, who was still in the development stage, with a slightly childish baby face.

"They said the people in the back kitchen said it." The half-child swallowed again.

They have been vegetarians all year round, and their health is very poor. They also ate thick porridge a few days ago. There are vegetables in the porridge, which has a salty taste and some other flavors.

But these porridges are also a good thing for them, because the rice is good, so the cooked porridge has rice oil on it.

Oil is too attractive to them, not to mention that there is no limit to the porridge on the construction site, as long as they can eat it, they can eat as much as they want.

The workers don’t think about anything while they’re eating, and they feel ashamed when they’re done—they eat too much, afraid they’ll blow up the supermarket, but even if they’re all determined to eat less the next day, it’s time to eat Time, this determination was quickly defeated.

Sun Shi also swallowed his saliva: "I don't know if there is any fat..."

They can't even eat vegetable oil, and they have an extraordinary obsession with oil and water. No one likes lean meat, and there is no oil to cook it. Even if salt is added, it will taste like salty bark in the mouth.

"There must be!" The workers said in one voice, "It is said that it was cooked in the morning, and it has been simmering on a low fire. I am afraid that it will go bad if the fire is turned off."

"I heard them say that the top is full of oily flowers."

"How did I hear it was bone broth? There is no meat, but there is oil."

Before they finished chatting, they heard Wu Yan shout again: "It's half an hour, it's time to start work!"

The workers got up immediately and continued to work with great vigor.

No one wants to lose this job, even if it's just for the cold tea.

When it was time to eat lunch, Sun Shi took his own enamel cup to cook. The enamel cup was so big that it could be used as a bowl.

"It's risotto!" Someone in front exclaimed, "There are vegetables! There is also meat! There is also soup!"

Sun Shi wished he could squeeze all the people in front of him away.

They soon smelled the aroma, the smell of meat and rice mixed together, and their stomachs, which were not very hungry, quickly growled.

The people in the back were eager to squeeze forward, and the people in front complained: "What are you squeezing!"

"Stop squeezing! My internal organs are about to be squeezed out!"

"It's pork! The soup is made from pork bones! Potatoes? No potatoes, but sweet potatoes and rice inside."

The people behind all went crazy after listening to it, and the crowd was even crazier. It was Wu Yan who walked over and yelled a few words before honestly re-arranging.

Wu Yan was so busy that his feet never touched the ground, and he could only take a breather when the lunch time passed and the workers went to rest.

Cao'er and Zhou Wen were not much better than him, and the three immediately returned to the supermarket to turn on the air conditioner.

"It's really not a place for people to stay here." Cao'er was blowing on the air conditioner and using a fan to fan the air.

Wu Yan originally wanted to change his clothes, but after thinking about it, he still didn't change. Anyway, he would definitely get wet again in the afternoon.

"This is more uncomfortable than when we were fleeing famine." Zhou Wen opened his neckline and said helplessly.

Cao'er went to get three ice creams, and handed one to Zhou Wen and Wu Yan before tearing open the package and eating.

After resting for more than ten minutes, the three finally stopped sweating.

"There don't seem to be four seasons here." Cao'er sat on the floor and didn't want to sit on the sofa anymore. She was dirty and had to clean up after sitting on the sofa. "I heard from them that I have never seen spring, autumn and winter, let alone snow or rain." Haven't seen it much."

Wu Yan couldn't eat the ice cream, so he went to get ice water, and after drinking a bottle, he said, "Then where did they get their water?"

Cao'er: "Ground water, it doesn't rain here, there is always a place to rain."

"By the way, did He Yu not come this morning?" Zhou Wen asked.

Cao'er nodded: "It must be something. She asked me to give Brother Zou a message, and Brother Zou has been looking for her every morning these days."

Zhou Wen: "You are still called Brother Zou, which always makes me feel weird, he is too young!"

Cao'er waved his hand: "I'm used to being called, and now I don't know what to call it if I change my mouth. Don't call it a slip of the tongue. Brother Zou doesn't have a name yet. The immortal will find a suitable time to say it."

Cao'er looked out the glass door.

The workers who had a place to live went back to their place, while those who didn't got a place to live still gathered under the awning and lay crookedly.

This is where Zou Ming lived and grew up.

The boy turned his head.

The woman standing next to the boy looked vigilantly in the direction where the boy turned his head. After finding nothing unusual, she was relieved and asked carefully, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The boy looked at the woman, he didn't recognize this person, but this didn't prevent them from standing together at this moment.

"It's okay." The boy said, "It's probably an illusion."

The woman was still a little worried, and after repeated confirmation, she took the boy into her tin house.

The woman is beautiful—at least she is more beautiful than most people here. She doesn't look like a skeleton, so her skin is still tight. She has freckles on her face and her lips are a bit thick. It is about ordinary in other planes. But here, it is a rare beauty.

"Zhao Lei sent someone over." The woman trembled and poured a glass of water for the boy. She can entertain guests with water, and her life is better than many people. When she put down the water glass, her hands were still trembling uncontrollably, "Let, Tell me not to pick up guests tonight, just wait for him."

The woman looked at the boy, she clearly knew that the person in front of her was still a child, not to mention murder, she might not even be able to pick up a heavier knife, but at this moment she could only count on him.

No one would be willing to help her, and everyone would spare their lives.

The boy didn't touch the glass of water, he just said, "Will he check the house?"

The woman nodded: "Before he came here, he would have people search the women's houses first."

The boy smiled mockingly.

Zhao Lei obtained his current status by force, but he was afraid of dying in the hands of a woman. He was just a coward in essence.

"I'm going to find a place to hide," the boy said. "The roof won't work. I can't stay. It's too obvious to make a hole."

The woman looked left and right in the room. There was no furniture in this iron house, and there was no place to hide people. Although it is not difficult to make one temporarily, but if it is a big one, Zhao Lei's men will see it immediately when they come in, and it will be even more difficult. Danger.

"Just you?" The woman was startled, "I thought you, what plan do you have."

The boy didn't care much about the woman's suspicion, he said calmly, "It's just killing someone."

The woman shivered, and the hairs on her body stood on end. Is this just killing someone?

That's no ordinary person!

But the child in front of her was the last straw she could hold on to.

So the woman could only force herself to calm down. She sat on the chair, thought hard for a long time and said, "Dig a hole in the ground?"

This seemed to be the only way to hide in the house.

"No, it's all sand, and I'll be buried alive if I leave holes for ventilation." The boy denied this method.

The woman looked at him, unable to make any expression on her face, the boy could only figure out his own way.

It wasn't that he didn't have a plan at all, he had already determined his escape route, and he had to do it only after Zhao Lei's men had gone out to have fun. One hit would kill him, and Zhao Lei couldn't be given a chance to escape or resist.

This plan is very simple, but it is also difficult to implement. If he stays inside and the life outside is noisy, it will be difficult for him to know whether Zhao Lei's men have left.

Whether the escape route is safe or not, and whether he can run to the supermarket in the first place is also a problem.

The bigger problem is that he has never used a gun. Ye Zhou usually trains him only to let him build up his body first, and he spends more time exercising.

He had a gun but never used it.

And fighting alone with Zhao Lei, he has no chance of winning, even if he has learned the skills, with his current height and weight, Zhao Lei can kick him flying, and even break his internal organs.

But the boy never thought of giving up. He looked at the woman, his dark eyes reflected the woman's anxious face.

"I'll figure it out," said the boy.

Inexplicably, the woman suddenly calmed down.

Something deep inside told her that the boy said he could do it, and he would.

The woman nodded: "Okay, I believe you."

She couldn't trust anyone but him.

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At night, workers leave the construction site one after another, and some workers return to the slums to continue working-what they do or don't do sometimes does not depend on whether they want to or not.

The slums were ablaze, people were buzzing, and neatly dressed upper-class people came here one after another.

They also occasionally say hello, and then go to find their favorite prey.

"Brother Lei." Someone walked over with a face of respect and greeted the tall man.

The man who was close to two meters was particularly conspicuous here, but he was surrounded by a group of subordinates who were shorter than him.

Zhao Lei glanced at the person who greeted him, but couldn't remember what the other person's name was, so he just nodded and didn't respond too much.

The man was not angry either. After greeting Zhao Lei, he found that Zhao Lei was not going to greet him and left immediately.

No one wants to offend Zhao Lei.

It's okay to offend Zhao Qing, as long as it can provide Zhao Qing with benefits, Zhao Qing can always let it go lightly.

But Zhao Lei is different, no matter how many benefits can be given to Zhao Lei, it is more important for Zhao Lei to vent his anger.

"Brother Lei, that's the house." The man of the sharp-mouthed monkey pointed to the iron house not far away.

The doors of the surrounding tin houses were all open, only that house was not open to welcome guests.

Because of the greeting in advance, the "guests" also walked around the house, no one wanted to compete with Zhao Lei, and they were not tired of work.

Zhao Lei rolled up his sleeves. His arms were covered with bruises and sunburned skin. Every time he came back from the outside, he would go to the slums to vent his anger, not only to vent his energy, but also to vent his backlog dissatisfied.

Zhao Qing enjoys happiness in the base, and Zhao Qing enjoys all good things.

But he, the one who really climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, had to be inferior to Zhao Qing.

Every time he saw someone on his equal kneel down to Zhao Qing, Zhao Lei felt extremely insulted.

"Go ahead and have a look." Zhao Qing said to the people around him.

Several people immediately kicked open the door of the metal house.

The woman sitting in the house curled up on the bed in horror.

Several people walked around the house twice, and they exited after confirming that nothing was wrong.

"Brother Lei, there's only that woman inside."

Zhao Lei nodded: "Stay outside."

The subordinates nodded one after another, and when Zhao Lei entered, several subordinates only looked at each other, leaving one person to guard, and the others quickly got into the crowd - they knew that Zhao Lei would spend two or three hours each time For women, this time is enough for them to have some fun.

The gatekeeper was the youngest. He squatted on the ground holding his gun, yawned and then dozed off.

Zhao Lei used them like cattle and horses, but never gave them time to rest. If he wanted to rest, he could only sneak in his own time.

Zhao Lei who walked into the house did not close the door, but left a gap.

After entering the room, he took off his shirt and walked towards the woman.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't think Zhao Lei's face was a human face, but she still pulled herself together, restrained her fear, and smiled at Zhao Lei: "Lei, Brother Lei."

However, Zhao Lei had no intention of greeting her or cultivating a relationship at all.

He leaned over in the woman's extreme fear and strangled her neck.

The already fragile skirt was torn apart under Zhao Lei's palm, and the woman finally couldn't help letting out a heart-piercing scream.

But none of the people walking outside stopped, and her cry was destined to be heard by no one.

In Zhao Lei's eyes, weak people are not human beings, they are just objects of his plunder.

He survived by plunder, and gained status by plunder, and plunder and oppression have become his instinct.

The woman's struggle seemed futile to him, but the more the woman struggled, the more excited he became.

Those who died in his hands flashed before Zhao Lei's eyes.

With a "slap", Zhao Lei slapped the woman on the face.

The woman who was overly frightened was directly fainted by the fan.

But Zhao Lei still didn't stop, and he still pinched the woman's neck.

Just as he let out a breath of relief and was about to wake the woman up, he suddenly stopped.

The intuition of wandering on the edge of life and death all the year round played a role at this moment, Zhao Lei immediately stood up, and was about to reach for his pants, his gun was covered by his pants.

When reaching out his hand, Zhao Lei subconsciously looked behind him.

The moment he saw the person, Zhao Lei Gaoxuan felt relieved a lot.

Standing behind him was a child who was not as tall as his waist. Judging by his clothes, he should be from a family in the inner city. He probably came to play in the slums and broke into this house by mistake.

Zhao Lei breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly frowned. How did the men guarding the door let this child in?

"Which family are you from?" Zhao Lei didn't care that he was naked at the moment, so he walked towards the boy frankly. He frowned and asked, "The child that the boss took away from the slum?"

Compared with age, it seems that there is only this possibility.

Zhao Lei took the goods from Ye Zhou now, and he didn't want to offend Ye Zhou. Although he was furious at this time, he still said patiently, "Go back."

He is wary of everyone, except such a well-dressed child.

Such a child wants to maintain a life of food and clothing more than anyone else, and does not have the courage to attack adults.

The boy remained silent, just looked at him.

Finally, Zhao Lei couldn't bear his temper anymore, so he stretched out his hand and was about to slap the boy.

The moment he raised his hand, the boy also moved.

Zhao Lei's pupils narrowed slightly.

The boy's movements seemed to be in slow motion, and he saw the boy take out a pistol from behind.

The gun was aimed at his heart.

Before his brain reacted, Zhao Lei's body moved first, and the moment the boy pulled the trigger, Zhao Lei threw himself to the side.

The bullet that was supposed to hit Zhao Lei's chest barely grazed Zhao Lei's arm.

Zhao Lei rolled on the ground, naked, picked up the chair next to him and threw it at the boy.

His eyes were fixed on the boy, it was too late to go back and get the gun now, the target was too obvious, he had to rush out while the boy was hit.

The boy has a gun in his hand, and he will never take it lightly.

However, the boy was not hit by the chair. He seemed to have thought of what Zhao Lei would do if he missed a hit. When Zhao Lei picked up the chair, the boy had already taken two steps forward, and another bullet hit him. past.

This shot hit Zhao Lei's shoulder.

Zhao Lei cried out in pain.

With another shot, the boy aimed at Zhao Lei's head.

Zhao Lei held his head with both hands, and the moment he raised his arms, the boy hit his heart.

Zhao Lei let go of his hand in disbelief, and looked at the boy suspiciously.

He didn't understand why this kid he had never seen before wanted to kill him.

Zhao Lei lay on the ground, his blood was swallowed by the yellow sand, but he did not die immediately, but with his last breath, he rushed out the door and shouted: "Come here... come here..."

The boy walked to Zhao Lei's side, and he looked at Zhao Lei's outstretched arms and open hands.

Just like "mother" before the temporary, she seemed to be begging someone to help her and save her.

The boy wondered if Zhao Lei could hear him, so he said calmly, "I wanted to find a place to hide, but later I found out that there is no need to hide, just come in from the outside."

"You have only one person guarding the door." The boy looked at Zhao Lei's eyes that were gradually losing focus, and knew that Zhao Lei could no longer hear what he said.

So the boy stopped talking, but quietly watched him die.

From the beginning to the end, the boy's eyes couldn't move.

After confirming that Zhao Lei was too dead, the boy walked out the door and glanced at Zhao Lei's men who were still "dozing" against the wall.

He passed in front of the "opponent".

Behind him, Zhao Lei's subordinates fell slowly. Under the flickering firelight, the bullet hole in his forehead was not conspicuous.

The boy went to a corner out of sight of the crowd and removed the suppressor from the gun.

Casually buried the silencer in the yellow sand.