Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Do not talk!"

Crewe turned back with a cold face and warned them again.

The yellow-haired boy froze for a moment. Although his face was not very good-looking, he still endured it and did not speak.

I saw people crawling out of the manhole cover one after another.

One, two, four, ten...

There are not many people, but there are more than 30 people.

No matter how restrained they were, looking at the once familiar streets in front of them, except for no one, everything was as peaceful and tranquil as before the war broke out.

Before this, they never thought that these intact buildings would look so exciting.

At least coming here, in their hearts, means safety.

Think back to the days when you were hiding in the sewers.

In addition to being hungry every day, I also worry about those monsters above my head all the time.

It turned out that Crewe rescued another group of teams, and the total number of people on both sides totaled 50 people.

But now, there are only more than 30 people left, and the rest of them have either become monsters or become rations in the monster's mouth.

It is conceivable how excited they were when they climbed out of the sewer, crossed the difficult and dangerous road, and stood here alive.

No matter how restrained it was, it was just a low sobbing sound, and the gathering of more than 30 people seemed harsh at the moment.

"Come on!"

Crewe didn't care about that much anymore, he quickly led the people, and quickly prepared to hide in the alley beside him.

"No! You go, my house is right in front, I'm not going anywhere, I want to go home!"

At this time, a person suddenly rushed out from the crowd and walked quickly towards his home.

"Bart!"

Crewe glanced at Bart, Bart nodded, walked quickly behind the man, raised his arm and punched the man on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

"God, are you crazy?"

Seeing Bart's move, someone couldn't sit still and rushed forward to stop Bart.

Seeing this, Crewe stepped forward and grabbed the man by the collar: "Why, do you want him to kill us?"

After Crewe finished speaking, he looked back coldly at the group of men and women behind him.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down and let go of the other party's collar.

"Do you really think you are safe?"

When Crewe said this, his eyes scanned the faces of the crowd, looking at the answer that each face was eager to get.

Crewe continued: "The Australian military uses tens of thousands of people as bait. For such a big event, they have already made preparations to kill people. If you are exposed now, you will evaporate from this world the next day."

Some people were not convinced, for example, the yellow-haired kid before, after hearing Crewe's words, he was not convinced: "There are so many of us, the big deal is to go to the media to expose them and expose them online."

The yellow-haired boy's proposal was obviously a little naive, and did not attract the approval of the rest of the people present.

But it evoked a trace of luck in the hearts of these people.

A man about 40 years old came out: "I have some connections in my family. If you trust me, I can guarantee that I will get a reasonable hush money from the military and guarantee everyone's safety."

This man looked very down and out, but he spoke with a high-spirited appearance, obviously he should be a figure in a certain leadership class before.

But what he said was full of childishness in Crewe's ears.

In fact, Crewe knew it very well.

These people are not stupid, because fools have already died in the sewer.

Maybe it was the living corpses, maybe not.

Even if Crewe became the leader of these people invisibly, there are always some dark corners that you cannot observe.

Crewe, however, does not intend to pursue the issue.

Faced with the middle-aged man's doubts about his authority, Crewe did not rush to deny him.

Instead, he nodded: "This is a good way."

Crewe's approval made the middle-aged man smile.

However, Crewe's next words changed: "The cost of a bullet is only two meters, and the cost of a bomb is about 100 yuan. There are more than 30 of us, and we have to pay a sum of compensation or hush money. How many?"

The middle-aged man's face froze, and when he sensed something was wrong, he hurriedly said: "Killing people is risky, don't those soldiers leak secrets? Besides, our family has enough strength and economy to deal with it."

Although the middle-aged man did not further express his identity.

But the word family has already allowed Crewe to collect a lot of information.

"It is a high-quality resource, and it is worth digging in depth."

This made Crewe like this middle-aged man even more in his heart, not only because he has enough background, but more importantly, he is naive enough.

Such a person, on the contrary, will bring more opportunities to himself.

"Yes, as you said, but... are you sure that someone in your family wants you to go back alive and suffer losses for the family?"

After Crewe's voice fell, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.

Obviously Crewe's words have reached the heart of the middle-aged man.

He didn't understand what kind of family the other party was talking about.

But Crewe is very clear about the understanding of these wealthy families.

Family is a double-edged sword.

When you're connected to your professed family.

Although you have the support of a powerful group, it also means losing your individual freedom.

Answer questions with questions.

This is exactly one of Crewe's skills in language.