"Li Gang!" Wu Heng continued to ask, "You don't have a fixed refuge?"
"Yes, we live in the 'Popocatepetl' refuge, formed a scavenger team myself to find some useful things and exchange them for food." Miguel replied.
Wu Heng nodded.
He came along with several small teams, originally planning to approach another team, but unexpectedly met with danger here and changed his target to come and rescue.
"Can I enter your refuge? I have some supplies I'd like to trade for something."
The three exchanged glances, Miguel hesitated and said, "Where are you from? We have strict management, especially someone like you... carrying a gun."
"A small eastern base was overrun by zombies, we escaped here." Wu Heng remained unchanged in expression, "Just want to trade for some necessities."
Miguel's son couldn't help but interject: "Your guns will definitely be confiscated! Once you're in you won't get them back!"
