Within these small circles sat some women, a sight that has become increasingly rare on the road to survival.
There were many sea fish on the fire.
Fish oil kept oozing out, and it looked very fragrant.
Several tall flagpoles were planted on the vehicles parked to the side, with blue flags fluttering on them and the words "Sichuan-Chongqing Motorcade" written in large characters.
The flag fluttered in the sea breeze, making it particularly eye-catching.
All the passing convoys only dared to peek at these four words from their cars before rushing towards the sea ahead, not daring to delay for even a moment.
Zheng Gang, the deputy captain of the Sichuan-Chongqing team, counted the number of people, walked to He Daqiang's RV, looked up and shouted, "Old He, the core members of the team are basically all here. I think you can go and deal with those bastards from the Ankun United Team tonight."
He Daqiang kept his eyes fixed on the sea.
He didn't say anything.
They didn't say anything.
Just like a sculpture.
He seemed completely immersed in his own world.
Zheng Gang knew He Daqiang's temperament well, and knew that once he got into a fishing state, it was difficult for him to be disturbed by the outside world.
Without disturbing them further, they walked over and sat down among the nearest group of people.
He picked up a fish from the campfire that looked decently grilled, examined it for a few moments, and asked, "Is it done yet?"
"Okay, okay..."
Those around him echoed his sentiments.
"Vice Captain, you should try some!"
The crowd urged him on, all hoping that Zheng Gang could taste the fruits of their labor.
Zheng Gang smiled slightly, put the grilled fish to his mouth, blew on it gently, took a bite, and his face immediately turned ugly: "Damn, it's still raw inside."
The members of the Sichuan-Chongqing team next to them immediately burst into laughter.
Zheng Gang wasn't annoyed; he simply placed the grilled fish back on the fire.
I started chatting with the members of the Sichuan-Chongqing team.
Until the sky became completely dark.
A thick fog rose again over the sea.
He Daqiang, who was fishing in his RV, barely moved.
He adjusted the fishing rod in his hand.
It looks like they've caught a big one.
He Daqiang began to pull hard on the fishing rod, engaging in a fierce struggle with the sea fish he had caught.
After a fierce tug-of-war, He Daqiang finally managed to pull the fish up.
That fish looked very strange.
Nine parts fish-like, one part human-like.
Especially that face, it's exactly like a Jacky Cheung meme, with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, as if saying, "Eat shit!"
He Daqiang removed the strange fish from the hook, quickly raised his right hand, and then lowered it.
A dagger appeared in his hand.
Insert it into the fish's body.
As an experienced fishing expert, He Daqiang has a thorough understanding of the fish's anatomy and knows exactly where to start to kill the fish the fastest.
With that slash, the strange fish's body twitched violently, then deflated like a punctured balloon, quickly collapsing to the ground and remaining motionless.
He Daqiang stood up, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and kicked the fish back into the sea.
He Daqiang turned around and looked at the members of the Sichuan-Chongqing team.
A thick fog gradually rose, enveloping everything in a hazy mist.
The members of the Sichuan-Chongqing team had almost finished eating and drinking.
They're gathered together right now, bragging.
He Daqiang stood up.
They also stood up.
They all called him "Big Brother".
The sound echoed loudly in the thick fog.
Zheng Gang has already told them about tonight's operation.
Everyone was eager to try their luck.
He Daqiang nodded slightly, which was a response to their shouts.
His gaze swept over the team members, finally settling on Zheng Gang, and he asked, "Where did those people from An Kun's joint team go?"
Zheng Gang said, "It's in the mountains behind us, about half a day's journey away."
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