CHAPTER 898: CHAPTER 636: THE LOCAL POWERS ARE SO RUDE (DOUBLE CHAPTER)

Besides the food necessary for survival, many people, in an effort to temporarily forget everything and numb their nerves, crave alcohol very much.

Alcohol has become hard currency in Doomsday.

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Zhou Zhisheng, along with two of his subordinates and Liu Cunyi, arrived here.

The scene he saw next made him quickly signal to reverse the car.

Then after reversing for a few hundred meters, he got out of the car and slowly approached.

What came into view was a large-scale distillery.

The entrance to this factory had been modified, with the original industrial gates stacked with several containers, and behind them was a guard booth.

There were five or six people on the guard booth, all holding firearms.

Liu Cunyi looked at this place and sighed softly, saying, "Forget it, let’s go. If they discover us, we won’t be able to leave."

Zhou Zhisheng, holding a telescope, looked over there, feeling somewhat unwilling.

There must be food inside this place, otherwise, no forces would occupy it.

Zhou Zhisheng frowned and said, "It seems they don’t have many people, should we....."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand.

Liu Cunyi didn’t speak. Although they were currently short of food, after so long since Doomsday broke out, even if there was food inside, it would definitely attract contention from various parties.

And to have been able to seize this place, could it be simply any simple group?

Food is important, but he felt life was even more important.

Moreover, after two years of the Doomsday outbreak, what could possibly be left inside?

If there were few people, they couldn’t hold on, and if there were many, then not much food would be left, right?

Zhou Zhisheng was eager to try: "Shall we go for it?"

Liu Cunyi hesitated for a while and said, "How many guns do you have in your hand?"

"Thirty-five! But the total number of bullets is less than 500." Zhou Zhisheng said. After all, this thing was regulated before the Doomsday, and they had initially obtained it through some black-market channels for business.

And bullets were even scarcer, and they hadn’t been replenished since the Doomsday outbreak. Although they had been used sparingly, the bullets kept decreasing.

Liu Cunyi nodded, somewhat tempted, and so he said, "Let’s not act rashly. Let’s observe the situation inside. What if their strength is formidable, and we make a misstep, we might all end up paying with our lives here."

Clang—

Behind them, a discarded iron barrel rolled out from nowhere.

It clattered noisily across the uneven cement road surface.

"Damn it, who is it?" Seeing the iron barrel rolling towards them, Zhou Zhisheng couldn’t help but curse out loud.

Liu Cunyi saw the guardroom people at the distillery holding telescopes and looking over at them, also saying something to a few other guards.

Seeing this, Liu Cunyi’s face changed drastically, and he quickly said to the people beside him, "Let’s go, let’s go, we’ve been discovered."

Zhou Zhisheng took to his heels and ran; they had only brought five or six people out, and if caught by the distillery’s people, there would be no explaining it.

Would they say they were just passing by?

It was late in the evening, almost dark; would they just pass by hiding behind the trees?

Zhou Zhisheng and Liu Cunyi and others rushed to the car and hastily fled.

Clack, clack, clack—

In the distance, the distillery’s gate swung wide open, and a dozen or so people rushed out, some holding standard firearms, others carrying old-fashioned homemade guns.

Seeing this scene from the rearview mirror, Zhou Zhisheng was even more panicked and hurriedly shouted to the driver, "Go, go fast."

Vroom—

The driver stepped on the gas, the vehicle sped away, heading into the distance.

After that group of people rushed out, they only saw the back of a car disappearing from view.

"What happened?" A person who seemed like a squad leader looked towards the place where Zhou Zhisheng and their vehicle had disappeared, asking the person next to him.

The very person who first discovered Zhou Zhisheng spoke up, "Just now, a barrel rolled out, and when I looked over, I saw those people, there were six of them. They ran fast, don’t know where they came from."

The small leader looked at the sky, in another half an hour it would be dark, and chasing after them now would not be worthwhile.

Besides, those people had already fled; they wouldn’t catch up even if they tried.

He could only give up, stood still thinking for a while, then spoke to the subordinates behind him, "Tonight, strengthen the alert, double the manpower. I’ll inform the Chairman."

After speaking, he instructed to close the door, enhance vigilance, and then walked towards the office building inside the factory.

Not far from the distillery, less than two hundred meters from where Zhou Zhisheng and his group had been hiding, a group of people was hiding in a residential house.

"Brother Zhuang, what should we do now? Should we continue to follow Zhou Zhisheng and his group?"

Old Zhuang looked at the iron barrel he had personally pushed out earlier, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Turning his head to look at this distillery, he had never been to this place when he was out before, not expecting there to be a force here.

He could report this to Director Gan and have someone come to seize this area. If there was food and alcohol, they would hit the jackpot.

Memorizing this location in his heart, he spoke to the subordinate who asked for his opinion, "Follow, we must follow, see where they are heading to."

The subordinate said, "Brother Jiang is still watching over there; let’s regroup with them."

"Hmm, let’s go, don’t keep Old Jiang waiting too long."

With that, they left the house, got into the car, and headed towards the headquarters of the Zhou and Liu families.

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Zhou Zhisheng sat in the car, gasping for breath, his heart still haunted by the memory of those dozen fierce men rushing out of the gate.