Yang Shen immediately saw inside. Inside the large iron gate, there were wires and bricks. The bricks were tied with wires and hung on the iron gate, probably to prevent people from lifting the gate from the outside.
Moreover, the iron gate of this underground parking lot must have been modified; it is at least five centimeters thick, and an ordinary person definitely cannot lift it.
Behind the bricks were two cars blocking the entrance, leaving only a narrow passage for one person to pass through.
Further inside, there were dozens of people eagerly waiting, both men and women, and even children, the youngest of whom were fourteen or fifteen years old.
Yang Shen subconsciously searched through the crowd, but unsurprisingly, he couldn't find his sister. She was far away in Haishi and couldn't possibly come back in time.
After the large iron gate was pulled up, a pungent smell of various kinds of garbage and sweat wafted out, which was very unpleasant.
Fortunately, Yang Shen had also struggled for three years during the apocalypse, so he didn't care about the taste at all.
"Huh, why are only you guys back? Where are Daquan and the others?" Chen Tao asked, glancing at Yang Shen with a puzzled look.
Gao Shou sighed, offered no explanation, and had the large iron gate closed. He then introduced Yang Shen to the crowd, saying, "This is Yang Shen, a survivor from the West District. He will be our partner from now on."
Seeing Gao Shou's condition, the survivors here immediately guessed the fate of those who did not return. Several women began to sob softly, and the other women hurriedly went to comfort them.
“Survivors from other districts? Are they capable of finding food on their own? We don’t have enough food,” Chen Tao said, frowning.
“Of course, I can find my own food and won’t eat yours. Because I have powerful weapons!” Yang Shen said, showing off his steel needle pistol and machete.
"Powerful weapons?"
Apart from the Gao brothers, everyone else looked on with curiosity.
"This gun is so strange. The muzzle is so small, but the barrel is so long. Can it even fire bullets?"
"Could it be a toy gun?"
Everyone looked on with suspicion.
Yang Shen didn't explain. Seeing that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, he immediately took out a plastic cylinder in a mysterious manner and poured out the steel needles inside in front of everyone, counting them one by one.
Everyone looked at the steel needles with curiosity, waiting for Yang Shen to explain.
But Yang Shen was counting the steel needles very seriously, showing no intention of explaining anything.
"???"
Everyone looked puzzled. You mysteriously took out the steel needles just so we could watch you count them?
Gao Shou and Gao Xue's mouths twitched. They had been forced to look at steel needles by Yang Shen at gunpoint. They didn't know what kind of fetish this was.
Ignoring Yang Shen, Gao Shou pulled Chen Tao away, whispering as they walked, "Give me some bullets. Also, as for that Yang Shen, try not to mess with him unless he goes too far."
Chen Tao asked in surprise, "He's very strong?"
"His gun is very strong!"
Gao Shou glanced at Yang Shen, who was still counting steel needles in the distance, and after confirming that Yang Shen could not hear him, he continued, "Unless we get our hands on his gun first."
As Yang Shen was counting the steel needles, his ears twitched, his lips curled up slightly, and with a little force, he bent the steel needle.
Seeing that Yang Shen didn't speak, the people around him got bored and all walked away.
Yang Shen put away the steel needles, glanced around, and suddenly walked towards the group of women.
"Hello, ladies! You're all so beautiful," Yang Shen greeted them politely.
A group of women immediately looked at Yang Shen warily, very wary of this new stranger.
Yang Shen didn't mind, and went over to her, mysteriously taking out steel needles and counting them one by one.
It's worth mentioning that although he used up some resources on the way to the east of the city, he also created some more.
The number of steel needles has not decreased, but rather increased, now totaling thirty.
A group of women looked at the steel needles with a hint of curiosity, but they didn't seem to be anything special.
However, in this apocalyptic world, these women were very wary of men and had no intention of speaking to Yang Shen. Instead, they took the initiative to stay away from the area.
Seeing this, Yang Shen looked at the group of teenagers in the corner, walked over and greeted them, "Hello, kids."
Several dirty girls immediately shrank timidly behind the boys.
On the contrary, the teenagers were very bold. One of them said, "I'm not a kid. I'm sixteen years old. I've killed infected people."
"Not bad, not bad, very impressive."
Yang Shen praised him, then took out a steel needle and counted...
"???"
Now, those who had seen Yang Shen count steel needles before were all feeling a bit bored.
What is that?
Is it necessary to count again and again?
Gao Xue, in particular, was incredibly annoyed when he saw Yang Shen start counting the steel needles again, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
"Big brother, haven't you finished counting the needles yet?" a boy asked curiously. "You've counted them several times already."
“These aren’t ordinary steel needles,” Yang Shen said mysteriously. “These are bullets, very powerful bullets.”
"bullet?"
The boy had a look on his face that said, "You're kidding me."
"Yes, you'll see if you don't believe me."
As Yang Shen spoke, he took out the steel needle pistol, removed the magazine, took out the steel needles inside, put the ones from the outside back in, and continued counting the needles he had taken out.
"Is it really a bullet?"
The boys and girls were immediately surprised.
"It looks ordinary, how can it be used to launch a shot?"
"Is there any gunpowder to fill it?"
"Could it be a projectile needle-launching weapon? This pistol is so small, and the bullets are so small, it definitely can't kill infected people."
Several teenagers were discussing it.
Yang Shen smiled mysteriously without explaining, but it was a bit of a pity that he only gained a little over two hundred experience points by the time he finished counting the steel needles.
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