I Have a Mansion in the Post-Apocalyptic World

Chapter 1,169 Good Night, Sweet Dreams

After leisurely leaving Beimen Commercial Street, Lao Luo slipped into a nearby alley, turned two corners, and entered a dead end.

Standing in front of the dilapidated dust wall, he put his outstretched hand on the wall and suddenly smiled.

"Come out, don't follow."

Crisp applause sounded, and a man wearing a felt hat and an old black suit strolled into the alley.

"Tsk, tsk, it's true."

The five men standing behind him were also all wearing black suits.

With six automatic rifles in their hands, six men stood at the intersection of a dead end, blocking Lao Luo's only escape route.

Looking at Lao Luo who had no way to escape, the man smiled happily.

"When did you notice it?"

"Since you set your sights on me," Lao Luo curled his lips, the shadow of the alley blocking the disdainful expression on his face.

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows with interest, "That's interesting. Anyone with a little bit of intelligence would not be stupid enough to walk into a dead end... Or are you lost?"

Lao Luo chuckled and asked instead of answering.

"Who sent you here? The church? Manager Wan? Or the famous Captain Ding?"

The man didn't answer, but looked at Lao Luo with a half-smile.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Lao Luo laughed.

"Wait...can't it be the Tiger Gang?"

"Does it matter who it is?" the man said softly, snapping his fingers, "You just need to know that someone wants your life, that's enough."

The five gunmen following the man loaded their rifles in unison, took half a step forward, and pointed the black muzzle at Lao Luo in the dead end, blocking all his ways of survival.

"Good night." Gently lowering the brim of the felt hat on his head, the man said in a hoarse voice, "Have a sweet dream."

Lao Luo smiled.

"Good night.

"

The dagger, as slender as a scalpel, faintly slipped from his cuff, and was skillfully held between his fingertips.

Under the dim moonlight, the silver thread shimmered, so imperceptible.

Like light feathers, like the whisper of death, the unfinished words blew along the wind to the ears of the man in black.

"Same to you, sweet dreams."

Ping An Street has gone to sleep, but the Pan Asia Building in the center is brightly lit at the moment.

In the dead silence of Shangjing City, just like the candlelight of the civilized world, swaying the last embers on the eve of darkness.

In the conference room of the Pan-Asia Building, where Pan-Asia executives once held cabinet meetings, the top executives of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance held a meeting again.

However, the nature of this meeting was somewhat different from the last one. The number of attendees was less than half of the previous one. They were all representatives of forces working in this Pan-Asian building, such as Captain Ding, Manager Wan, etc.

For example, Xu Tiannan, although he is the archbishop of the Tomb Keeper sect, the entire Tomb Keeper sect migrated from Jiuquan after all. He can only be regarded as an outsider in Shangjing City. Even if he is not weak, he still cannot squeeze in. In the inner circle of Ping An Street.

Sitting at the conference table, Mayor Liu sighed.

"Four Point Yajing's city gate tax is still too high. The survivors have reacted very strongly. The city hall received a thousand complaint letters today."

Of all the people sitting here, as the mayor, he is probably the one with the least power.

The reason why a powerless man like him was promoted to the position of mayor is probably the result of mutual compromise between the various survivor power bosses. Anyone but Ding Liwei or Wan Peng could easily sit in this position, and they could sit better and more stably than him.

"More?" Wan Peng snorted coldly, "I still think it's a bit too little."

Because of the huge gaping mouth of NAC, he has been bleeding heavily recently, and the inventory in the warehouse has shrunk by a million. Even with the financial resources of his Sunday Club, this million points of Yajing is a considerable expense.

"We only scraped together five million," Ding Liwei said solemnly. "After all, our expenses are not small. It is impossible to squeeze out 10 million Yajing all at once to give to NAC. The city gate tax should continue to be four Yajing. , no matter how great the resistance, we must continue to implement it. It must continue until at least the beginning of next spring. This is our bottom line."

Factories need Yajing, workers and soldiers also need Yajing, and the little income from hunting is just a drop in the bucket. The capital chain and the supply chain are intertwined. Although they are rich, they have to be cautious when it comes to Yajing and cannot tolerate any sloppiness.

"I mean, at least get it out there—"

"Impossible," Wan Peng interrupted Mayor Liu, "Have you considered the consequences of making it public? Why do we block information about the Badaling military outpost at all costs? Think about it carefully, Mayor Liu, if Ping An Street The survivors knew that hundreds of tanks had arrived at the gate of Shangjing City."

"But the news will spread sooner or later." Mayor Liu said with a wry smile.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes," Wan Peng stared at him and said, "At that time we will naturally convince them that those tanks are not coming for us."

Mayor Liu wanted to say something more, but in the end he suppressed the words on his lips and said nothing.

Wan Peng's opinion was naturally the unanimous opinion reached after discussions by the Shangjing Survivor Alliance. As a mere mayor, he is not even qualified to offer opinions, let alone change the minds of so many big bosses.

"Next question." Ding Liwei looked at the man wearing glasses in front of the conference table.

The man wearing glasses nodded, "Next question. The Tomb Keeper sect plans to move to Ping'an Street within three days. Xu Tiannan asked us to arrange a place for their people to live, preferably at the east gate of Ping'an Street, because their The station is relatively close to the east gate."

"Didn't he stay well in the gym?" Ding Liwei frowned.

"Because of the Russians."

Russians.

I don’t know who said this.

When this word appeared on the conference table, the whole room fell into silence.

After a long time.

"Approved," Ding Liwei said slowly, looking at Mayor Liu, "Go and make arrangements to demolish part of the slum at the east gate and move it to the open space at the west gate."

"Okay." Mayor Liu nodded.

"Going right now."

"yes……"

Mayor Liu simply packed up the things on the table, stood up and left the conference table.

The conference room door is closed.

It took a while before someone spoke to break the silence.

"Russians are in the subway."

"Damn it!" Wan Peng punched the table hard and said through gritted teeth, "Those old idiots had nowhere to go, so why did they choose the subway!"

Ding Liwei's face didn't look good either.

Obviously, he was also cursing those Russians in his heart for being shameless.

The man in the trench coat sighed, and after being silent since the beginning of the meeting, he spoke for the first time.

"What do we do now?"

"Stop the project first and wait until Lao Maozi and the NAC people leave." Looking at the subway lines on the holographic map, Ding Liwei frowned slightly, "Fortunately, it's on Line 35... I hope they don't They'll find something. As long as they don't go there, everything will be fine."

"Stop working? That's okay, I'll go to the construction site now." The man in the windbreaker stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute." Ding Liwei suddenly called him again.

"Is there anything else?" The footsteps stopped at the door, and the man in the trench coat turned around.

Staring at him seriously, Ding Liwei spoke word by word.

"We must find that Lao Luo."

The man in the trench coat nodded slightly and said softly.

"rest assured."

"He can't run away." (To be continued.)

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