I HAVE A PLANE TRADER

Chapter 17

Chen Sanqiu looked at the good things in the room with bright eyes.

Before Wang Lung could say anything, his men sold him out in order to survive: "I know, I know where Wang Lung's hidden supplies and his secret stronghold are. I'll tell you. Please don't." Kill me."

Chen Sanqiu followed the man's advice obediently and wrote down several places where Wang Long stored supplies.

Then she raised the knife and dropped it, and a room full of humans that exuded a fishy smell in her eyes fell silent.

Everyone was stunned: "..."

You are so shameless and surprised.

Wang Long is a good at hiding things. In addition to the granary that was set on fire by Jiang Xiaomao, he also has two strongholds.

These good things that he had hoarded like a hamster hoarding food were now cheaper for Chen Sanqiu.

Each stronghold is defended, but in the eyes of the seven people, it is a no-man's land.

Zheng Xuan even went to find a big truck and filled it with diesel. Load all the collected supplies into the truck, including food, clothing, and daily necessities. It is so full that it almost fills the entire truck.

Chen Sanqiu circled around the truck. There were so many supplies... so happy!

At this time, Jiang Xiaomao came over with a group of people.

The survivors of Rising Sun Base suffered numerous casualties due to resistance when they attacked the base. The rest were too timid to hide in corners and did not dare to come forward. After the base was breached, they all fled in all directions.

Chen Sanqiu didn't chase these people. They could go wherever they liked, as long as they didn't become an eyesore around here.

But the people in the basement couldn't run away. They were wearing prison chains and couldn't run anywhere.

It was Jiang Xiaomao who found the key and went into the basement to rescue these people.

There were only eight people in the basement, three women and five men, six of whom were disabled, and each of them had injuries.

Their faces were numb, their cloudy eyes were empty, and they helped each other and followed Jiang Xiaomao to Chen Sanqiu's side.

Chen Sanqiu looked at these people and raised his hand.

Jiang Xiaomao swallowed what he said and looked at Chen Sanqiu.

Chen Sanqiu took a deep breath, this Wang Long... it would not be a pity to die!

How can these people in front of them be called human beings? Their ragged clothes are not enough to cover their bodies, and their exposed bodies are covered with wounds, some old and some new. The wound was suppurating without treatment, and pus and blood would flow out with the slightest touch.

These people seemed to feel no pain, huddled together numbly, their eyes empty, as if they would die in the next second.

They don't live more than a few days.

Chen Sanqiu said: "Take it to the truck and take it back to the base. If you can, keep it first."

The expressions of the few people did not change when they heard this, and they did not even raise their eyes.

They just passively got into the car, lay down, and continued to stare at another place in a daze.

Chen Sanqiu sighed.