The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

"What do you want?" The exchange staff member at Zhang Feng's side was a thin boy who looked like a minor, with fleshless cheeks and a somewhat sickly appearance.

Qiao Mi glanced at the boy's protruding veins on the back of his hands and his sunken cheeks, and secretly sighed, maybe Central City isn't that easy after all. Look at how hungry the boy is, how skinny and skinny he is.

"How much gasoline can we exchange at most? It's not easy for us to do this once." Zhang Feng said.

I brought a hundred kilograms of clean rice in the car just to change the oil.

"Ten pounds of rice equals one liter of oil. One hundred pounds of moldy rice equals one liter of oil. There is no limit. For other exchange materials, we have appraisers on site."

"Holy crap! You guys are robbing! Have you got any humanity!" Qiao Mi exclaimed. He had come to exchange steamed buns before and the prices were within an acceptable range. However, exchanging so much rice for gasoline is too much. Can the gasoline be drunk? Full stomach? One hundred pounds of moldy rice can feed their family for a month.

Qiao Mi's words made the atmosphere at the scene stagnant. The boy raised his hand, and the four men standing guard strode over behind him with evil eyes.

For a moment, he was quick to talk and became the focus of the scene. The opponent had a large number of people and a murderous aura. Qiao Mi couldn't help but take a step back feeling weak.

"We want ten liters. Go carry the rice." Zhang Feng pushed Qiao Mi behind him, pretending that nothing happened.

The four men looked at Zhang Feng. Their eyes were still unkind, but they also calmed down their momentum. However, they did not move forward. Instead, they divided into two teams and stood guard side by side. Their eyes were fixed on Zhang Feng and others. .

"The people at this exchange point really like to use fake power to scare the common people. Now I am basically sure that they are not from the Central City." The people in the Central City could not stand this anger, so they had already started to do it. Qian Yuan crossed his arms across his chest and smiled maliciously.

Tu Ling looked at Zhang Feng's calm back. He was a civilian, but he was not an ordinary civilian. He had something to rely on!

Which base did it come from?

In my mind, I went through the main figures of the most powerful bases, but I didn't have any impression.

Maybe, it's from a small base.

Explosives and grenades are the most scarce materials in the end of the world. The main sources are Central City. There are people in other scattered bases who can make bombs, but they are only a few. They only have some homemade bombs with very weak lethality, but the bombs of this team are not very powerful. It's weak, and seems to have no shortage of it. It's hit in a disorganized way, and you can't tell whether it's distressing at all.

Recalling what Zhang Feng said was not a grenade, Tu Ling concluded that it was probably a homemade bomb or something like that. It seemed that he was an expert hidden in the crowd.

Qiao Mi brought the rice over with a look of pain on her face, and Zhang Feng took it casually and handed it to the table.

The boy glanced at Zhang Feng inexplicably, opened the rice bag, picked out a few grains of rice and tasted it. His expression visibly changed from cold to easy-going.

"Good rice. From now on, bring all rice like this to me. I will give you an extra liter. Give him 11 liters."

"Thank you."

After changing the gasoline, we walked back. Zhang Feng's team was always being watched.

"Leave quickly." There are no rules in the last days, so there is no guarantee that there are no poachers among these people.

The four people quickly got into the car, started and left.

"Yeah, they don't keep their word." Qian Yuan frowned when he saw the person driving away.

"They shouldn't go too far." Tu Ling looked at the two teams that left the team one after another with meaning.

Needless to say, in order to grab supplies.

Eleven liters of oil can last a long time.

Xu Tuo sat in the passenger seat and saw the two pickup trucks following him in the rearview mirror. He became a little nervous. With their little strength, they were just showing off in the slums. Compared with these strong teams, it was really hard. Not enough to see.

"It's okay. Just kill him when he comes." Zhang Feng's voice at the window calmed people's hearts.

Qiao Mi looked at Zhang Feng intently, deep thought flashed in his eyes.

"I need people. If you follow me well and don't betray, you will never starve to death if I have a bite to eat from now on." Zhang Feng said so straightforwardly that the three of them were shocked.

Obviously, Zhang Feng is going to do something big!

From the tone of his voice, I'm afraid he's not a fringe figure behind him~

"Brother Feng, we are with you."

"Brother Feng, so am I. I will never betray you."

"And I."

All three of them should take action. As for whether they are sincere or not, just leave it to time.

"Here we come." Zhang Feng stood up and looked at the two pickup trucks hanging behind the car with a smile.

"Drive well. Qiao Mi, are you accurate in throwing stones?" Zhang Feng took out a talisman and calmly picked up the stones prepared in the truck bed. He also found some paper from somewhere and put the talisman into it. The seal and stone are completely wrapped, leaving only a lead outside.

"That's right, I'm very good at fetching." But, what is this for? Qiao Mi's eyes fell on the familiar paper ball. If he read correctly, what was wrapped just now was not a grenade, but a triangular talisman! ! !

Qiao Mi:! ! !

Funny?

"Light it up and throw it into their car."

"Brother Feng, are you kidding?"

"Do as I say, and if you say one more thing, don't come out with me in the future!" Zhang Feng frowned, already having the aura of a captain.

Qiao Mi:......

Take it, light it, and throw it out.

The sporadic fire spots on the paper ball were like sparks. The car behind them didn't even react before they were completely submerged in the roaring smoke cloud.

'Tsk...' The sound of the sudden braking was harsh and irritating to the nerves.

Fortunately, the pickup truck following behind was far enough away from the one in front, otherwise it would have been a fish in the pond.

"Wori!! This fucking team is carrying grenades! They are from Central City!" Only people from Central City have the ability to waste grenades on them. If it were an ordinary team, it would probably be a hand-to-hand fight!

"Made, it's a good thing that I drove slowly! If these old white people faced off against the people from Central City, they would be in for a good show." No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of grenades!

"Do you think Lao Bai has the courage and strength to fight against Central City?!!"

"What the hell, the mantis' arms are like a cart." I'm quite literate, so this idiom is very useful.

"That's it, turn around quickly, the exchange point is about to close."

"Okay. But do you want to tell Mr. Bai about this news?"

"It's none of my business. If you want to sue, go ahead and see if that bastard Lao Bai will give you a bag of rice."

"Forget it then, no points." Who doesn't know that Mr. Bai is only generous to his own people?

Hearing the explosion, Qian Wu stepped on the accelerator and quickly chased away.

"Slow down. A real friend is here." Zhang Feng looked at the Tu Ling team speeding in the distance and said with a smile.

The explosion was a bit loud, and of course it could be heard at the exchange point. After remembering the explosion, almost everyone looked towards the direction of the sound.

"Sir, it's the team that changed the oil just now. They have grenades in their hands." A young man appeared next to the boy at some point.

"Do not care."

"Yes."