Chapter 323: Furious Zhang Tie

In silence, Lin An said something expressionlessly over the team voice chat.

Moments later, clad in a black cloak, the tall Zhang Tie jumped straight down from the vehicle.

He swiftly lifted the couple with both hands, then threw them back into the crowd like throwing a ball.

Neat and swift, his movements were extremely fast.

After getting on the vehicle, Xiong Hanzi, feeling somewhat down, nodded at Lin An to indicate:

"Lin Dui, I slipped two biscuits into their pockets."

"Me."

"I feel a bit uncomfortable."

For the first time, Zhang Tie did not utter his catchphrase.

Compared to his earlier experience at the inn, the scene before him truly made his heart feel suffocated.

As they approached the city wall, the gathered crowd noticeably grew stronger.

At least, compared to the emaciated survivors outside like corpses, here one could see many pregnant women and plump, sturdy men who looked like minor leaders.

The convoy slowed to a crawl; at the open city gate, a dozen or so soldiers in various uniforms lazily held their guns on watch.

A long line snaked forward, twisting and turning as it underwent inspection.

Seeing the city imminent, Lv Shu hastily produced a flag bearing a wolf's head and planted it on the vehicle's roof.

"Um, sir."

"The city inspection is about to begin; please don't speak, just let me handle it."

Lv Shu forced an ugly smile, his body leaning out the window.

The inspection queue had men and women, appearing far healthier in spirit than those from the slave pits.

I don't know whether they are survivors who came from elsewhere or traders from another safe zone.

The inspection point was crude; four soldiers holding batons, big-bellied, stood casually by the rail.

"Take off all your clothes!"

"All weapons and equipment will be confiscated; retrieve them outside the city with a token."

"Entry fee: one catty of grain!"

"Inner city: three hundred catties!"

The noise was clamorous and bustling.

Zhang Tie couldn't help but turn his head to look.

All that could be seen was that men and women alike were stripping during the inspection, fully naked and exposed to the public.

Like inspecting livestock.

The soldiers wielding batons occasionally prodded the naked men with iron rods, making them turn in circles to check for wounds.

Sometimes, upon encountering a well-built woman, they would grin and reach out to grope her.

A pair who looked like a couple nervously paid the grain entry fee, then, faces flushed with shame, removed their clothes.

"Nana, bear with it.."

"With this shipment, we'll be able to earn grain when we return."

The boy lowered his voice, gripping the girl's hand tightly.

He was originally a survivor from a nearby small safe zone.

While gathering supplies in the city, he found a batch of canned goods, which gave him the idea to come to Bolaka to do business.

As the largest safe zone in the surrounding area, Bolaka is well stocked, possessing all sorts of strange and wonderful things.

Bring it back, and you can earn grain.

After surrendering their guns and weapons.

The girl trembled as she took off her clothes, clutching her body before the baton-wielding soldiers.

The evening weather was slightly cool.

The soldier in charge of inspection gave a displeased snort, then jabbed his baton into the girl's lower abdomen:

"What are you blocking for?"

"What if you have a wound on your body!?"

"Fuck!"

A grin full of malice.

"Ah!"

After crying out in pain, the girl clutched her belly and collapsed to the ground.

Several inspecting soldiers leered at the girl's relatively attractive face, unable to resist licking their lips.

Compared to the survivors from the slave pits, the women from other safe zones before them were undoubtedly much cleaner.

At least they were decent-looking.

"Come on! Grab her leg! I saw a wound!"

The tone was teasing.

Amid the boy's panicked gaze, several Bolaka soldiers with guns, wearing strange smiles, rushed over, seized the girl's ankle, and dragged her toward the corner of the city wall.

"Sir!"

Seeing this, the boy fell into a flustered panic, desperately pleading with the baton-wielding soldiers.

"We have no wounds! We paid the grain entry fee!"

"Please, let us go, let us enter."

The dark muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead.

The soldiers holding iron clubs sneered at him, then waved their hands to have their comrades drag the girl away.

"Not hurt?"

"Want to enter the city?"

"Old man, I'll just check him myself."

Having said that, he loosened his belt, then slapped the boy's face, knocking out his teeth along with blood.

Screaming, wailing.

The girl dragged to the corner had her arms and legs pinned by four or five sturdy men, her eyes filled with despair.

"Wang Liang! Save me... Wang Liang..."

Her sobs choked.

The soldiers surrounding her were full of excitement; they loved prey that still cried and shouted.

Below the city wall, the onlooking crowd looked unfazed, with many even gathering together as if expecting something to watch.

In the vehicle, Zhang Tie breathed heavily, his fists clenched tight.

"Lin Dui.."

"These bastards!"

The boy who wanted to enter the city turned pale as he watched his girlfriend about to be abused and toyed with.

A surge of hot blood rushed to his head.

"Let her go!"

He roared, snatched an iron rod from a soldier's hand, and madly charged toward the corner.

The girl had depended on him since the Apocalypse broke out, supporting each other all the way to now.

Not only were they university classmates, but in the Apocalypse he was her sole reliance.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out from atop the wall.

Running madly, the man trying to rescue the girl had his head blown apart precisely; his headless body fell unwillingly to the ground.

The girl, her hands and feet seized, stared blankly at the scene before her, her eye sockets instantly reddening.

Heart-rending.

"Wang Liang!!"

Unable to believe it, tears slid from the corners of her eyes, leaving two streaks.

The soldier holding her hands and feet sneered at the dead boy, then couldn't help laughing and cursing:

"Come on, come on, drag this girl over to her man's side so she can watch the fun."

"Hahaha!"

Having said that, the four each grabbed one of the girl's wrists or ankles, their expressions crazed as they lifted her onto the boy's corpse.

"Come on, come on, is this your boyfriend?"

A leather boot kicked the naked corpse.

"You damn idiot, still trying to save someone? Laozi said I'd just check him—do you think I'm farting?"

"Come, look at your man."

One soldier roughly pinched her face, then pressed her head against the corpse so she could see more clearly.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Screaming, she collapsed.

The girl struggled desperately, tears streaming uncontrollably.

The soldiers watched the scene with looks of enjoyment.

Having said that, he quickly undid his belt, preparing to enjoy himself.

The onlooking crowd exchanged glances, then, with clear division of labor, rushed to the boy's corpse.

Several sturdy slaves dragged over a filthy mattress from somewhere, then flatteringly said to the soldiers respectfully:

"Sir, the ground is dirty and uncomfortable."

"I've prepared a mattress for you."

The soldiers laughed loudly at the words and casually nodded.

Having received permission, several sturdy men who had emerged from the reserve slaves quickly drew short knives from their waists and, practiced, chopped the corpse with one stroke.

Their swordplay was precise, as if they'd done it many times.

In the girl's hopeless, dazed gaze, the tragedy unfolded.

Inside the pickup truck, Zhang Tie's teeth clenched with a grating sound.

"Lin Dui!"

"I want to kill!!"

"I'll kill these beasts!"