Xiao Shou had no choice but to be anxious. By the time they went there and back, it was nearly noon.
Commander Mao Shucheng had only given the two of them leave until dinner today.
There was only half a day left.
They had not bought anything yet, and the few bottles of liquor they had bought earlier had long since been tossed somewhere unknown.
So this whole trip to the mall had amounted to picking up a cat.
This time, Xiao Shou learned his lesson. The moment he found a supermarket convenience store, he went in and began shopping heavily.
Affordable, hassle-free, perfect.
Jianpu Nation.
Smack!
A whip lashed across a man's back, leaving a deep, bloody welt.
The man let out a muffled groan but did not dare stop. He still carried a shoulder pole with buckets of water hanging from both ends.
There were more than three thousand laborers like him around them.
Their job was to toil around this field.
Yet they were not farmers, and what grew in this field was not crops.
It was a flower with white stamens and crimson petals.
The flower was vividly red as blood because it ate people.
Its scientific name was the opium poppy.
The raw material for making narcotics.
They were merely able-bodied laborers who had been seized.
Though there were many of them, none of them dared resist.
Because of the bandit soldiers around them, armed with live ammunition.
And the several high-tech automatic anti-aircraft turrets and machine guns.
Any suspicious movement would leave them without even bones remaining.
Moreover, on the eastern high ground stood more than a dozen pillars.
The people who had resisted before were tied to those pillars.
They had all been dried into mummies.
These people could not be called