I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1169: Good night, good dream

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Xianting left the Beimen Commercial Street with ease, and Lao Luoxun figured into a nearby alley, turned two bends, and entered a dead end.

Standing in front of the dilapidated gray wall, his outstretched hand stopped on the wall and suddenly smiled.

"Come out, stop following."

Clear applause sounded. A man wearing a felt hat and wearing an old black suit walked into the alleyway with ease.

"Huh, there are indeed two."

The five men standing behind him are also all black suits.

Six automatic rifles were carried in their hands, and six men stood at the intersection of the dead end, blocking Lao Luo ’s only retreat.

Looking at Lao Luo who has no way to escape, the man smiled happily.

"When did you notice it?"

"From the moment you stare at me," Lao Luo pouted, and the shadow of the alley blocked the disdainful expression on his face.

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows with interest. "That's interesting. But anyone with a little IQ shouldn't be stupid enough to walk into a dead end ... or say you are lost Alright? "

Lao Luo smiled, not answering, but asked.

"Who sent you? The church? Manager Wan? Or the famous leader Ding?"

The man did n’t answer, just looked at Lao Luo with a smile.

Seeing the man not speaking, Lao Luo laughed.

"Wait ... Wouldn't it be the tiger gang?"

"Who is important?" The man whispered and snapped his fingers. "You just need to know that someone wants your life, that's enough."

The five gunmen behind the man loaded the rifle in unison and stepped forward. The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Lao Luo in the dead end, blocking all his life.

"Good night." Gently lowered the brim of the felt hat above the head, the man said in a hoarse voice, "Have a good dream."

Lao Luo smiled.

"Good night."

The scalpel-like slender dagger slipped faintly from his cuff, and he was skillfully pinched at the fingertips.

In the dim moonlight, the silver thread seemed to be shimmering, so imperceptible.

Like the light feathers, like the whisper of death, the unfinished words blew down the wind to the ears of the man in black.

"You are the same, a good dream."

......

Ping An Street has gone to sleep, but the Pan-Asian building in the center is now brightly lit.

In the dead city of Shangjing, like the candlelight of a civilized world, the last trace of embers swayed on the dark eve.

In the meeting room of the Pan-Asian Building, where the Pan-Asian high-level cabinet meeting was held, the top level of the Shangjing City Survivor Union held another meeting.

It's just that the nature of this meeting is slightly different from that of the previous meeting. The number of people attending the meeting is less than half of the previous ones. They are all representatives of the forces serving in this Pan-Asian building, such as Head Ding and Manager Wan Wait.

Like Xu Tiannan, although he is the archbishop of the Tomb Guardian Sect, the whole Tomb Guardian Sect migrated from Jiuquan after all, and can only be regarded as an outsider in Shangjing City, even if it is not weak in its own right Unable to squeeze into the core circle of Ping An Street.

Sitting at the conference table, Mayor Liu sighed.

"The city gate tax of the four-point sub-crystal is still too high, and the survivors have reacted very strongly. The city hall received a thousand complaint letters today."

Among all the people sitting here, as the mayor, he may be the one with the least rights.

The reason why he is a powerless person has been promoted to the position of chief mayor is probably the result of a compromise between the survivors and powerful men. Either Ding Liwei or Wan Peng, anyone can easily sit in this position, and can sit better and more stable than him.

"More?" Wan Peng snorted coldly, "I still feel a little less."

Because of the large mouth of the open blood basin of NAC, he has been bleeding recently, and the warehouse has shrunk by a million. Even with his club's financial resources, this one million Asian Crystal is a big expense.

"We only collected five million yuan," Ding Liwei said in a deep voice. "After all, our expenses are not small. It is impossible to squeeze 10 million Yajing to NAC. The city gate tax continues to maintain four points. Yajing, no matter how much resistance, we must carry it out. At least we must continue until next spring, this is our bottom line. "

The factory needs Yajing, and the workers and soldiers also need Yajing. The capital chain and the supply chain are intertwined. Although they are rich, they have to be cautious about the issue of Yajing.

"I mean, at least make the news public-"

"Impossible," Wan Peng interrupted Mayor Liu, "have you considered the consequences of publicity? Why should we block the news of the Badaling military outpost at all costs? Think about it, Mayor Liu, if Let the survivors of Pingan Street know that hundreds of CCCP tanks have been opened to the door of Shangjing City. "

"But sooner or later the news will spread." Mayor Liu smiled bitterly.

"I ’ll talk about it at that time," Wan Peng stared at him. "We will naturally make them believe that those tanks are not directed at us."

Mayor Liu still wanted to say something, but in the end he suffocated the words and said nothing.

Wan Peng ’s opinion is naturally also the unanimous opinion reached after discussion in the Beijing City Survivors Union. With a mayor from another area, he does n’t even have the qualifications to make comments, let alone change the minds of so many bigwigs.

"Next question." Ding Liwei looked at the man wearing glasses at the conference table.

The man with glasses nodded, "The next question. The Tombkeeper sect plans to move to Ping An Street within three days. Xu Tiannan asked us to arrange a place for their people to live, preferably at the east gate of Ping An Street, Because their location is closer to the East Gate. "

"Aren't he good at staying in the gym," Ding Liwei frowned.

"Because of Russians."

Russian.

I do n’t know who said that.

When the word appeared on the conference table, the room suddenly fell silent.

After a long time.

"Approve," Ding Liwei slowly opened his mouth and looked at Mayor Liu. "You go to arrange it, demolish a part of the Dongmenkou slums, and move to the open space of Ximen."

"Okay." Mayor Liu nodded.

"Go now."

"Yes ..."

Mayor Liu simply packed the table and got up and left the conference table.

The door of the meeting room is closed.

It took a while for someone to break the silence.

"Russians are in the subway."

"Damn it!" Wan Peng punched **** the table with a punch, gritting his teeth, "Why did the old Maozi go badly, why did he choose the subway!"

Ding Liwei's complexion is not very good-looking either.

Obviously, he was cursing those Russians shamelessly in his heart.

The man in the trench coat sighed, and he said nothing for the first time since the meeting began.

"What should we do now?"

"Stop the project first, and wait until the old Maozi and NAC people are gone," said Ding Liwei, frowning slightly, looking at the subway line on the holographic map. May they not find anything. As long as they do n’t go there, everything is easy to say. "

"Stop work? That's OK, I'll go to the construction site now." The windbreaker stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait." Ding Liwei suddenly stopped him again.

"What's the matter?" The footsteps stopped at the door, and the windbreaker turned around.

Staring at him seriously, Ding Liwei said word by word.

"You must find that old Luo."

The trench coat man nodded slightly and said softly.

"Relax."

"He can't run away." (To be continued.)