In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"Who are you? What are you doing here at this gathering place?"

Seeing the approach of the five people, the two machine gun shooters suddenly looked grim. Then they suddenly raised the Gatling guns in their hands and looked at the men in black in front of them with unkind expressions.

"Oh, we're here to visit the black market."

Mo Chen blinked at Owen behind him, raised his hands knowingly, took a step forward, and showed a flattering smile to the two guards.

The dual-shooter who roamed the streets was really good at doing this kind of thing. While he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the guards, he slipped two world point coupons into their hands without leaving any trace.

"Very good, no problem, let the five of them go in."

There was a visible change in the tone and attitude of the two machine gun shooters. They nodded and shouted to the communicator installed on the steel gate behind them.

Money can make the world go round, not to mention a place like a homeless gathering place, where people die for money and birds die for food.

A world point coupon with a face value of 500 would allow the two guards to drink several bottles of good wine in the tavern, as well as some side dishes.

It would be great to have such an unexpected gain, so they only made a cursory inspection before letting the five people into the homeless gathering place.

"The signs of the black market are very conspicuous in the gathering place. Just follow the signs and be discerning to avoid getting into trouble."

For the sake of World Voucher, a machine gunner gave a very kind reminder.

"Thanks for the reminder, brother."

The dual-shooter smiled and handed a world point coupon to the machine gun shooter who reminded him, which immediately earned him the envious look of the other guard.

"Cough cough."

The machine gunner coughed a few times, took away the world points, and said in a low voice: "Come on, young man, your shift will change later. If you don't have anything important, you can come to the tavern to see me."

"Absolutely. If something happens, I'll trouble you, brother."

Owen pretended to be grateful and shook the guard's hand, then waved to the four people behind him to indicate that everything was settled.

If something is difficult to deal with, having this official guard at the homeless gathering place help can definitely solve a lot of troubles.

"Come on, let's go in."

Mo Chen nodded and led a few people into the opened steel door.

Passing through the long and narrow passage ahead, the five people came to a place where refugees and homeless people gathered.

Shacks or tents built with various shabby materials are the characteristics of this area, and sallow refugees or homeless people can be seen everywhere.

The environment is very poor. All kinds of domestic garbage and sewage are discarded and discharged everywhere. They gather together on the ground and attract a large number of "African bees".

"This is a slum area, and it is also where most of the refugees and a small number of homeless people in the gathering area live."

Angela lowered her voice and introduced several people.

"Their living conditions look very poor."

Mo Chen's eyes swept over the blank-eyed refugees, and he couldn't help but reveal a trace of compassion.

"Indeed, all the street kids in the metropolis are better off than them."

Owen laughed at himself about his experience. Seeing the refugees losing hope for life and the future, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Can you give me something to eat? My child is really hungry."

A stained woman holding her infant child suddenly stopped in front of the five people.

There was pleading in her eyes, and she knelt down in front of Mo Chen without caring about the mud on the ground.

Mud water splashed all over the floor, startling Mo Chen who was communicating with Angela.

"Okay, okay, just give me something to eat. I can starve to death, but I really don't want my children to starve to death too."

"Ah this..."

Mo Chen didn't know what to do for a moment, so he had to look for help at Rosemary and the Spirit Planting Warrior beside him.

He didn't know what to do when something like this happened.

If you give food to other refugees and see it, it will definitely cause a bigger commotion.

But if they don't give them food, Mo Chen's own conscience won't go away if he really wants to see the mother and son starve to death.

After all, who doesn’t want to survive?

He was just lucky enough to become the owner of the War Garden.

Ai hoped to look around and saw that they were successfully stopped by the woman begging for food. The eyes of the refugees and wanderers around them instantly lit up, and they stood up and surrounded the five people.

"Rosemary, wait!"

Mo Chen saw Rosemary walking towards the woman indifferently, and a cold light was already shining under her black cloak.

He immediately stepped forward, held down Rosemary's hand that was holding the saber tightly, and shook his head at the maid.

"She's not a threat."

Seeing Mo Chen's worried look, Rosemary was slightly startled and silently took back the saber in her hand.

The Ice Archer winked at his brother, raised his hands knowingly, and took out his double-barreled shotgun from under his cloak.

The crisp sound of loading was so pleasant. Owen raised the double-barreled shotgun and said sternly to the people coming around: "Get out of the way, don't block the way."

Refugees and wanderers were afraid of the black muzzle of the double-shooter's gun, even though they knew that there was a rule against shooting in the gathering place.

But who can be sure that these outsiders were driven into panic and did not dare to shoot?

Everyone has only one life, and there is no resurrection carrot here. Naturally, no one wants to make fun of his own life.

Under the threat of the two-shot shooter, these refugees and wanderers had no choice but to disperse unwillingly.

Ai Xi walked up to the kneeling woman and shouted in a very cold tone: "Get out of the way."

Hearing the extremely cold words of the Ice Archer, the woman was startled, as if she had fallen into an ice cave with no bottom, and a biting chill climbed up her back.

Disappointed, she stood up from the sewage with her child in her arms, turned around and prepared to leave.

But before the woman took a few steps, she found a few more compressed biscuits in her arms.

The woman froze on the spot and looked behind her, only to see the still cold ice blue eyes of the Ice Archer.

It's like those compressed biscuits were not the ones she put in just now.

The woman's eyes were full of gratitude. She turned around and bowed deeply to Ai Xi, and then put the compressed biscuits into her pocket, for fear of being discovered by others.

Then, she hurriedly left with her child in her arms.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Mo Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of something else and said to Angela beside him: "Can't the gathering place even guarantee the basic food and clothing for these refugees?"

Sunshine Mushroom nodded gently: "Everyone only has one bowl of gruel a day to ensure the most basic survival needs.

There are not many food reserves in the gathering place. Being able to sustain the consumption of so many refugees and wanderers is also a decision made by the people in power in the gathering place after careful consideration. "

"That's it..."

Mo Chen nodded and sighed lightly.

"Let's go to the clinic."

They walked around the slum area and took a detour. After a while, the five of them walked out of the slum area.

The location of the underground clinic is not too far from the slum area, and the environment there is much better than that in the slum area.

After passing through the shack area, the buildings that appeared here became much more normal.

From shacks and tents to houses made of bricks and cement, the ground has become much cleaner.

There is no random garbage, and there are neatly planned drainage ditches.

Soon, several people arrived at the door of the underground clinic.

Looking at this ordinary-looking, even crude clinic, Mo Chen felt extremely sorry for Angela.

It was in this environment that Sunshine Mushrooms treated patients one after another.

"Finally home."

Angela's eyes lit up and she planned to open the door and enter.

"Wait a minute."

Mo Chen suddenly pulled the excited Angela, and his face became a little ugly in the puzzled eyes of Sunshine Mushroom.

"Did you smell it?"

"Smell it."

Rosemary's eyes became extremely sharp.

"Ah."

Ai Xi took out his military thorn and condensed a sharp ice pick.

Owen raised his eyebrows and raised his double-barreled shotgun: "It smells like blood, and it's still very fresh."