The yellow sand was everywhere, and the car, which was only a skeleton, could accommodate two people, one driving and the other holding a gun.

They wore face towels to prevent yellow sand from entering their mouths and noses while driving.

The modified "skeleton" car drove past, raising a cloud of yellow sand.

In the leading car, a man had half of his body sticking out of the almost non-existent roof, holding a machine gun and a telescope with a cracked lens in his hand.

"Is there any water?" the man pulled off his veil and shouted to the driver.

The driver put one hand on the steering wheel and reached under the seat with the other hand to pull out a bottle. After shaking it, he also shouted "It's gone!"

"The boss used a lot of ice last night." The driver suddenly said.

The man lowered his head, kicked the driver on the back, and cursed in a bad tone: "What do you mean? Are you saying that the boss is wrong?"

The driver stopped talking and drove in silence.

The man touched his head.

There is not even enough water to drink, let alone water to take a bath. Except for those powerful people in the base, everyone else, both men and women, have their heads shaved. If there is oil secreted, they can just wipe it with a towel. Although it can't be wiped very clean without water, it is at least better than having hair.

"I haven't seen anyone for such a long time." The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and held it there without lighting it. This cigarette had gone through so many vicissitudes of life, and there were countless teeth marks on the cigarette butt, but he was reluctant to light it.

The man picked up the telescope and looked around, but still saw nothing but yellow sand.

The convoy continued to move forward in the raised yellow sand.

The sky gradually darkened. The man just opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly shouted, "Stop the car!"

The driver immediately stepped on the brakes, and the man picked up the telescope with trembling hands. There was a square building not far ahead. It was not tall, and even had only one floor, but no one would have thought that the building was simple. He could see the lighted sign, and the white light tube was particularly conspicuous at night.

"Longsheng Supermarket..." the man muttered, "Supermarket?!"

He swallowed.

He clearly remembered that there was nothing here. There used to be a base, but it had been shot down by them and was completely abandoned. Now all he could see were the ruins that had been burned down by fire.

"Brother Yang!" the people behind shouted, "There seems to be light ahead!"

There is only one telescope.

Yang Hao turned around and shouted, "Shoot over there! Be careful, shoot first when you see someone!"

The person in the car behind immediately responded: "I know!"

There were excited smiles on their faces, the corners of their mouths almost reaching their ears, and their eyes were red on their fanatical faces.

The resources at the base have become less these days, and they have been gearing up to grab a big one.

They produce nothing and only know how to plunder, but this makes them safe. Most of the bases that were devoted to production have disappeared, and the few bases that can still maintain production are all stronger in military strength than them.

Yang Hao was also laughing. He held his gun, ready to shoot anyone he saw.

More than a dozen cars stopped in front of the supermarket almost at the same time.

When they saw the supermarket door, someone shouted in disbelief: "Glass?!"

Glass is no longer produced now. It cannot be eaten or drunk, and it is not a necessity. Except for a huge glass floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor where Boss Zhao lives, there are no glass products in the entire base.

No one buys it, and no one can afford it.

But here glass is used as the door.

Yang Hao made a decision instantly: "Don't capture him alive, just beat him!"

Take it down first!

Yang Hao was the first to point the gun at the gate. The heavy machine gun he mounted on the roof of the car was the only one in the base. It was a symbol of his status and an important tool to consolidate his position.

They were all waiting for the glass door to be broken, waiting for the people inside to come out to face the bullets, or they would rush in, massacre everyone inside, and take everything inside for themselves.

However--

The scene they imagined did not appear.

The bullet was halfway through its flight when it was suddenly stopped by an invisible wall.

They saw with their own eyes the bullets melt in the air and disappear without a trace.

No one spoke, and the air became extremely quiet. The bullets did not even leave behind any shells, as if they had never appeared. Apart from the slightly warm gun body, there was nothing to prove that the bullet had ever been fired.

"What, what was that just now?" Someone broke the silence and asked in an anxious and trembling voice.

No one could answer him.

This building is so weird. It is not only not shabby, but also very bright.

The hot blood rushing into his brain subsided, and Yang Hao finally realized that something was wrong.

It would take several years to build such a building. First, the land must be processed and the yellow sand must become hard.

This step alone will take at least half a year.

Not to mention transporting materials.

Yang Hao's heartbeat suddenly quickened. Such an investment regardless of cost would be impossible without a large base.

But this is still normal. Some large bases have no shortage of people or resources, so it is not impossible to build such a "supermarket".

But what was that invisible wall just now?

That's not something that can be built.

"Go back!" Yang Hao, "Go back first!"

They had to go back and tell Boss Zhao that they had no idea what to do next.

Someone brave enough said, "Brother Yang, should we get off the car and go take a look?"

"Now that I'm back, there's not much information I can tell the boss."

Boss Zhao is not a good-tempered person. His good temper is only shown to those who can give him benefits, but not to his subordinates who depend on him for their livelihood.

Yang Hao was silent for two seconds. He turned around and glanced around, then picked out a young man who was wearing a headscarf and a face scarf and lowered his head: "Chen Jie, you go."

Chen Jie raised his head suddenly, and said quickly: "I, I, I can't do it, I..."

"If you don't want to go, just stay here." Yang Hao looked at him expressionlessly.

No one spoke for him.

No one knows what the wall is, and no one knows whether a person will disappear like a bullet if he touches it. Someone has to try, either someone else or yourself.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Chen Jie.

Chen Jie left the car with trembling legs and slowly walked towards the supermarket.

He moved forward step by step, probing with his toes before taking each step. If the wall could make people disappear like bullets, then at least he would be able to ensure that he would only lose a foot and not die.

In order to prevent Chen Jie from retreating, everyone else held their guns. If Chen Jie dared to escape or retreat, the bullets would attack him mercilessly.

Chen Jie's mind went blank. He didn't dare to escape and could only move slowly.

No one urged him, but with every step he took, big drops of sweat fell from Chen Jie's forehead.

Finally, his toes stopped at a certain place, and there was a transparent wall in front of him, blocking his way.

Chen Jie stared at his toes in a daze—his feet were still there!

He subconsciously turned his head to look.

Yang Hao said, "Put your hand on it."

Chen Jie swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva, retracted his foot, and placed his palm on the transparent wall.

Then he knelt down on the ground exhausted.

It's safe, he's safe! He doesn't have to die!

Everyone else got off the car, and only the driver remained in the car. This was their habit and a common agreement.

If something happens, you can get in the car and drive away immediately, and the driver won't even turn off the engine.

Yang Hao carried a rifle, but he still did not go forward to observe himself. Instead, he winked at the person closest to him. That person walked up to Chen Jie first and smashed the transparent wall hard with the butt of the rifle.

With a "bang", the buttstock shattered, and the gun body shattered along with the buttstock, and then disappeared without a trace like the bullet just now.

"So that's how it is." Yang Hao narrowed his eyes.

If you touch "this wall" gently, it is just a wall, but as long as you use violence, it is a weapon that can strangle everything.

"I don't know if there is anyone in here." Chen Jie climbed up tremblingly. He didn't care about being afraid, nor did he seem to care that these people were pushing him to death. He forced a particularly ugly smile on his face and said cautiously.

Chen Jie had his back to the supermarket. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Hao's eyes widened, as if he saw something unbelievable, or a monster. Chen Jie's body also stiffened.

He turned his head slowly and didn't see the monster, but what he saw was more terrifying than the monster.

It was a woman—

She wasn't wearing a mask or even covering herself up completely.

She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with her skin tied in a high ponytail. Even at night, under the light from the supermarket, one could see that her skin was fair and delicate.

They had never seen skin like this.

Even the women around Boss Zhao, who enjoy the best things in the base, still have rough and yellow skin.

The only thing about this woman that fits this description is the scar on her face.

But even that scar was unusual, at least not as hideous as theirs.

No one spoke, and everyone was motionless. They looked at the woman as if she was not a human but an alien.

——Until the woman broke the silence.

Even though they were so far away, they could clearly hear the woman's voice.

She said, “Here’s what you want.”

"Ask your boss to come here in person."

She smiled and said, "Whether it's water or food, we have it."

After saying that, the woman turned and walked up the stairs, the glass door opened, and then quickly closed.

She didn't give them time to react or ask questions.

After several minutes, someone finally found his mouth and tongue again, and whispered, "Am I dreaming?"

"No, even if it was a dream, this dream is too outrageous." Someone pinched his face and grimaced in pain.

Even in their most beautiful dreams, they could not dream of such a woman, they had never seen one in reality!

Yang Hao also came back to his senses, and he immediately said, "Go back! Go back now!"

He wants to tell the boss everything he saw!

He couldn't understand what he saw, but even if he couldn't take over this place, he could make a deal with them first.

Once they get a good feel for this place...

Yang Hao licked his dry and flaky lips, suppressing the excitement and greed in his eyes. He was the first to get back in the car and shouted, "Go back!"

The driver started the car immediately and rushed out first.

The others also climbed into their cars, yelling.

Out of their sight, Ye Zhou, who was standing at the gate, watched them drive away.

The employees in the store were all standing at the door. They saw with their own eyes that this group of people opened fire without even negotiating. They also saw how they forced the people who were traveling with them to touch the protective shields.

"I feel... a little scary." Cao'er said in a low voice.

Having been to so many dimensions, there are very few people who shoot without hesitation like this.

It’s not because all the people in other dimensions are good, but anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that they need to understand the situation first.

But this group of people didn't care at all, which only proved that they were used to killing and used to shooting first.

"Their boss is here. Should we let them in?" Sarah asked Ye Zhou with her head raised.

She added: “How are we going to get in?”

As long as they leave the protective shield, the other side will definitely attack them. No matter how they performed before, they are essentially killing machines and bandits.

Ye Zhou: "I can always find a way."

Ye Zhou was not panicked because he knew he would not die in this plane.

"Even wild animals know how to seek benefits and avoid harm." Ye Zhou said, "You guys go and rest, and see when they will come over."

Ye Zhou returned to the lounge first.

He now wanted to break into the base and bring Zou Ming out.

But reason told him no.

In order to lure these people out, Ye Zhou could only return to the landing place, bring the supermarket and employees here, and release flares at a distance that the people in the base could see.

If there were no supermarket and protective shield, Ye Zhou, Chen Shu and a few others would not have the capital to negotiate terms and deals with the people in the base.

He must first ensure the safety of himself and his employees, otherwise everything is in vain.

Ye Zhou turned on the computer. He wanted to continue looking for something that could further enhance their safety. At least he had to ensure that during the interview tomorrow, the other party would not be able to hurt them even if the protective shield was turned on.

They can't hide behind the shield forever.

If that happened, he would never be able to see Zou Ming again.

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Rushing back to the base overnight, Yang Hao asked the driver to step on the accelerator to the bottom, and finally climbed up the tall building before dawn.

Yang Hao walked to the door carefully. The gatekeeper lowered his head immediately when he saw Yang Hao and said, "Brother Yang, the boss has already fallen asleep."

Yang Hao was still excited, his eyes were bloodshot, but his tone was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood: "I want to see the boss, now."

The gatekeeper frowned and said, "The boss is asleep. If you wake him up now, if it's nothing important, you should think about your fate."

Yang Hao: "Go ahead and call, I know."

The gatekeeper then called over a boy squatting next to him: "Ash, go in."

The boy shuddered. He looked at the gatekeeper, then at the ferocious Yang Hao, shrank his neck, opened the door a crack and went in.

More than ten minutes later, the boy came out, with a palm print on his face.

"Go in." The boy lowered his head, afraid that if he raised his head, the other party would see the resentment in his eyes. "The boss is up."

Yang Hao didn't care about the boy. He pushed the door open and walked in, his hands clenched into fists and his steps became bounced.

"Boss." Yang Hao immediately bent down when he saw the man sitting on the sofa wearing only a bathrobe, "We have found something."

Boss Zhao turned his back to Yang Hao and looked at the base at night through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was nothing much to see at the base at night, except for the lights of fire in the slums.

There is a shortage of electricity. This is the only building in the entire base that has electricity day and night. The slums rely on torches.

But they are only willing to order when there are "guests".

"Your discovery had better be valuable." Boss Zhao smiled, "Otherwise, you should know the consequences of waking me up at this hour."

Yang Hao held his breath: "We didn't find anyone from other bases."

Boss Zhao put down the wine glass in his hand, and the bottom of the glass fell on the table with a crisp sound.

But this time Yang Hao was not afraid, he said excitedly: "We have discovered a new base."

Boss Zhao finally turned around and looked at Yang Hao.

Yang Hao raised his head slightly: "They said they have water and food."

"I just want you to go and talk to him in person, Boss."