Chapter 92, Train Station_1

Early the next morning.

Li Yahong sought out Wu Heng once more, and went over the details of the previous night's trade.

Three bags of rice for a submachine gun, Wu Heng thought, was an acceptable deal.

But it struck him as odd that the other party agreed to the trade terms so readily.

Although guns were not that effective against zombies, they were a publicly recognized refuge for survivors. Despite the arduous journey, there should be many people going there.

Guns are the most effective weapons for maintaining order and power, so why would they agree so easily to trade them away?

It felt a bit strange.

But at this moment, food was indeed a necessity, even more important than guns.

"Let's see if we can find a truck that can transport food and skeletons. We can modify it a bit, then we can head over there to trade for guns," Wu Heng suggested.

"Oh, okay!"