"Needed."
Ton Nang knew the rules of this place. The reason he knew about this place was something he had to bring up from a while ago.
He had encountered two survivors outside, who actually ambushed him halfway. Fortunately, he had some abilities and directly counter-killed the two survivors.
Before counter-killing them, he learned about the existence of the apocalyptic trading post from them and found cards on their bodies.
So he came here to see what kind of place it was.
The ferry was not free.
One had to pay a fare. Gold, paper money, diamonds, and other things that were once valuable were not even as good as waste paper here.
The only currency was food.
For example, instant noodles, biscuits, canned goods.
If one didn't have the fare, they had to walk across directly or find their own way.
The middle-aged man rowing the boat looked at the garden dog following Ton Nang and said with envy, "This dog can be traded for a very high price at the trading post."
In the current apocalypse, food still ranked first. After all, everyone needed to eat.
Meat was even more so, especially fresh meat products, which were often more favored by survivors.
Ton Nang said nothing, looking at the huge ship ahead. And the survivor rowing the boat was observing Ton Nang from time to time. Seeing that the other party wore glasses and appeared gentle, he looked very easy to bully.
The survivor rowing the boat had some thoughts in his heart.
He immediately turned this thought into action.
At this moment, the survivor rowing the boat took out a hammer from his pocket. While Ton Nang wasn't paying attention to him, he directly and fiercely smashed it towards Ton Nang's head.
Just as he thought he was about to succeed.
Ton Nang turned around at high speed, directly slapping the other party's neck. The sudden situation made this survivor instantly panic, "Big brother, I was wrong, I still have a family to take care of, you..."
Smack.
Ton Nang broke the other party's neck, casually threw him into the sea, then picked up the oar and rowed towards the ship himself.
The apocalypse was like this.
There were very few people who could be trusted.
All living people were thinking about killing the other party and taking their supplies.
Ton Nang never considered himself a good person. Dealing with such people, he never held back.
Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.
The survivors on the surrounding wooden boats had long since become accustomed to this kind of situation. They were used to it. When greed arose in their hearts and they wanted to kill the other party, it was a life-and-death situation.
It was just that they hadn't expected the other party to die so quickly.
Moreover, clearly with his back turned, he could still react. For a moment, a possibility appeared in their minds.
Awakened one....
He reached the bottom of the ship, and a rope ladder extended down from above.
He grabbed Xiao He with one hand and climbed up the ladder.
At the top.
"So many people."
Ton Nang hadn't expected there to be so many people. Although the number of people seemed large, it wasn't chaotic at all. This group of survivors was moving in an orderly manner, and some survivors were even setting up stalls in rows.
All the stall owners were very quiet, not shouting, but letting passersby look for themselves.
Ton Nang observed carefully. All the survivors he saw looked very tired and had a fierce look, clearly having experienced many things in the apocalypse.
Thus, their hearts had completely changed.
Ton Nang held Xiao He in his arms and walked past one stall after another.
The things displayed on these stalls were all strange and bizarre.
Most of them were food.
Bread, instant noodles, Coca-Cola, Sprite, edible salt, and various common medicines.
Most of them were bartered.
The things they wanted to exchange for were also strange and bizarre.
From the outbreak of the apocalypse until now, more than a few months had passed. Although the time was a bit long, many things in the city were still within their shelf life.
Ton Nang shook his head, thinking of Hoang City. There, you could have whatever you wanted. There was a lot of food. But looking at this group of people, they treated some food as treasures.
Living under the same sky, but with different circumstances.
Suddenly.
He stopped in front of a stall.
This stall had nothing else, only a white crystal on display.
On the paper next to it was written the price.
"Two barrels of gasoline."
The survivor squatting in front of the stall was a young man. He looked up and smiled at Ton Nang, "Big brother, want a crystal? Only two barrels of gasoline."
"You know the use of crystals?" Ton Nang asked.
The young man: "I know. Crystals are very useful to Awakened ones. Only evolved-type zombies have them."
Crystals, Awakened ones, evolved-type zombies.
Such terms came from Hoang City. It seemed they knew about the situation in Hoang City.
"Others are all exchanging for food. Why do you want to exchange for gasoline?"
"Big brother, I want to go to Hoang City, but the journey is really too far. I calculated the journey, it should take four barrels. I already have two barrels. If I get two more, I should be able to go straight there."
Ton Nang looked at the other party, threw the car keys in front of him, "My car is parked on the shore, full tank of gas, and another barrel of gas, in exchange for your crystal."
The young man looked at the car keys in front of him, then at Ton Nang, "Big brother, I won't do this deal. I only accept two barrels of oil. Either you bring the oil to me, or I won't exchange."
Hearing these words.
Ton Nang said nothing, bent down, picked up the car keys, and walked forward. He just saw that the other party was heading towards Hoang City and wanted to complete this transaction. If they didn't believe him, it didn't matter. It was also good to slowly wait for someone to trade with.
After Ton Nang left.
This young man exchanged words with the survivor at the next stall.
"This guy looks like he's trying to scam me."
"Mm-hmm, you have to be careful. The people who have survived until now, none of them are simple."
"I know, I'm not a rookie either. The people who wanted to scam me are long dead."
"Stop."
Ton Nang came to an iron gate. He was about to enter when he was stopped by a survivor standing beside it.
"Please show your card."
Ton Nang took out the card on his body.
"No, there's no stamp on your card. You can't go inside. If you want to enter, you need to pay one white crystal. After that, you can enter and exit at will," the man said.
He hadn't expected there to be so many rules here.
Ton Nang was not short of crystals. With his current abilities, dealing with evolved-type zombies was a piece of cake.
He really wanted to see the situation inside.
He took out a white crystal and gave it to the other party. The other party took out a card with a stamp on it, "Keep it well, don't lose it. Otherwise, if you want to come in next time without this card, you'll still need to pay one crystal."
After speaking, the other party opened the iron gate.
Ton Nang walked inside, walking in a passage, observing the situation above. There were surveillance cameras monitoring at all times. It was clear that this ship was managed by someone.
It was just that he didn't know who.
To be able to establish such a trading post in the apocalypse, it was definitely not an ordinary person. It had to be an Awakened one. If not an Awakened one, then they had extremely strong armed forces.
If it were really an ordinary person, they wouldn't have such abilities. Any Awakened one who came here, with a little attention, no matter how many ordinary people there were, it wouldn't be enough to kill.
He reached the end of the passage, and there was a whole new world inside.
A very large area.
There were quite a few survivors waiting inside. In Ton Nang's perception, most of the people who could appear here seemed to be Awakened ones.
A quick glance.
At least a hundred Awakened ones.
He thought that after he left Hoang City, he hadn't met any Awakened ones. He hadn't expected there to be so many here.
Clearly, the apocalypse was more complicated than he had imagined.
In his eyes, some of the Awakened ones on the scene were holding beers, chatting loudly, their expressions very casual, showing no signs of panic in the apocalypse.
There were also Awakened ones embracing scantily clad women.
And there were also Awakened ones holding up a black crystal, their faces fierce as they roared, "One black crystal, in exchange for thirty white crystals."
This clearly looked more like a transaction between Awakened ones.
Only Awakened ones needed crystals.