Chapter 256 – Police
People often think that slave traders treat their slaves carelessly. Beating them, whipping them, or feeding them trash that can’t even be called food.
But the guys who dragged us away treated us quite comfortably.
There is nothing particularly strange. Slaves are also commodities, so if you treat them with care, you can get a higher price.
Especially if it is not sold to a coal mine or an oarsman, but rather to a police station, customers will be quite picky.
This can be seen just by looking at the women who had their faces buried in their knees raising their heads.
“Police? Are you really going to the police?”
The women who thought the place they would be sold to would be a criminal den, an island, or a local survivalist camp suddenly looked up.
“Yes, my ears are bright.”
Even when being sold into slavery, the face filled with hope at the word “Polis” Shows the status of the city.
The old-fashioned surroundings changed after entering the Gyeonggi-do area.
The abandoned, broken, weed-covered roads, collapsed, abandoned buildings are similar to before.
But the rest of the details were different.
Someone had simply spray-painted directions on the sign, which was completely black from the fire. Although there were often swear words or dirty words written in them. The parts that were completely broken or bent have wooden signs stuck in their place.
Cars that have been neglected and rusting show signs of having had useful parts removed here and there. There are still more intact vehicles.
As we headed inland, the number of vehicles passing by on the road increased, creating some nauseating scenes.
Before the war, city bus drivers in some areas had a tradition. When you meet a bus driver on the other side of the bus, you slightly raise your hand and exchange greetings.
When we encountered a truck driving an iron-barred car that appeared to be the same slave trader, we passed by, waving at each other out the window.
“Assholes are the worst.”
When I return to the shelter, the first order of business I will sign will be the eradication of slave traders.
“Let’s rest here. “It will arrive sometime tomorrow.”
As dusk began to fall, the boss stopped the car and declared camping.
It was suitable for setting up a campsite as there was water flowing nearby, and the terrain was suitable for rest and vigilance.
Perhaps that’s why a group of explorers has already established themselves on the other side, a little distance away.
“Older brother. How about getting some meat from them?”
While he was busy setting up camp, one of his men pointed to the other side.
Five men occupying what was once a gas station are hanging an elk upside down and roasting it whole.
Before the war, wild animals were a nuisance to drivers, and after the war, they were the owners of empty roads.
They are now becoming daily food for explorers and merchants who have expanded their scope of activity.
“Do you want to pay?”
The boss answered indifferently.
“Hey, do I really need to pay?”
“There are a lot of women in the back seat, so I ask them to share some meat with me.”
“I assure you, those bastards will never refuse. Just by looking at her, it looks like she’s hungry.”
As her subordinates seemed excited, the boss also seemed worried.
“Hey, what if you accidentally get pregnant? “It’s not like they’re walking around with condoms.”
He spoke as if he did not like the second-in-command weasel.
All the men camping were so shabby that they were reminiscent of homeless people. The only thing that flashed was the gun and crossbow he was holding.
For your information, these guys have never touched women since I was caught, and the reason is simple. It was because there were no condoms.
Since this was a transaction with the police and not any other place, they also placed great importance on trust. If the women’s stomachs become full after selling, it will be difficult to make future transactions.
“Are you alpha? Anyway, I’m going to wash my hands after this business. “What does it matter whether the bitches I sold have defects or not?”
“I see?”
Crackdown on slave trade to be implemented soon. Because of that, only the boss knew that this would be his last business.
The monopoly on important information becomes the authority that leads these criminal organizations.
The weasel realized that he no longer needed to be bound by his previous notions and whetted his appetite while looking at the whole roast across the street.
“Ignore it.”
However, the boss ultimately opposed it.
“Oh, why!”
“Don’t forget that we are slavers. Good guys, bad guys, smart guys, stupid guys, it doesn’t matter. It’s best not to get involved with anyone. “For guys like us, it’s better to drive on empty roads or lie in an obscure place before we sell our products.”
In the end, the subordinates had no choice but to give up roasting the whole elk.
Even after we started camping, cars occasionally passed by on the road.
Sometimes, men who set up camp at a gas station would appear on the road.
“Please…”
Women hung on the iron bars and looked at them pleadingly, but everyone pretended not to see them. I don’t want to deal with well-armed people for no reason.
Meanwhile, I was given a mission by a weasel.
“Well, it’s been completely repaired.”
When I presented him with a magazine that had lost its elasticity, a radio with a button that didn’t work, and a broken radio that I fixed, he accepted it.
Cheeik.
When the thumb with black nails turns on the radio, music comes out.
“Oh!”
He seems very happy to be smiling and smiling.
It sounds like a song from a pre-war girl group, but I’m not really interested in that genre, so I’m not sure.
“Hey, I thought you were calling this bastard a bastard, but he was really useful, right?”
“Uh? “Did you fix it?”
Other subordinates who were passing by also ran and listened.
A weasel humming while holding a radio in one hand and his subordinates shaking their bodies impromptu. I’m shaking off a very bad disease.
After the song ended, the next thing that came was a commercial. That was also an advertisement for where we are heading now.
[Police. A paradise where you can enjoy life before the war! Welcome.
We can give everything, and we can receive everything.]
A smooth male voice speaks as if whispering into a lover’s ear. The vocalization is so unique that it seems like someone who has received professional voice actor training.
[A hotel with soft beds that sink your soul when you lie down, luxurious dishes that you must try once in your life, popcorn and movies, a hot spring spa that relaxes your muscles, and beautiful clothes handmade from 100% natural materials await you. .]
As I listened, I remembered the days I spent in the shelter.
Will the tatami room in my private ryokan be the same? If you take a dip in the hot springs there, you will immediately feel like you have arrived in heaven.
He also massaged Artemis’ breasts that were on his side.
[Now her life is no different from the legends her grandmother used to tell. Enjoy a humane life here.
We accept all currencies in the world. No money? Your blood and genetic information is worth more than money. Labor and courage are well worth it, hehe.]
It was a full-on commercial that seemed like it put all one’s soul into it.
[Police. It is a city you must visit at least once in your life.]
With that, the advertisement ended. The weasel, who was listening as if fascinated, sighs.
“This is my first time going.”
The subordinate said.
“It’s a place you don’t want to leave.”
The weasel said.
“Have you been there often?”
“Many times. In the past, I did everything I could to settle down there. They tried various things to make it seem like they would accept me or not, but in the end they just stamped me as unsuitable for residence, you bastards.”
Bang!
“Aaaaak!”
The weasel kicked the bars, probably recalling a bad memory, and the women screamed in surprise.
That was the last night before arriving at Polis.
* * *
The next morning, my truck was driving on the road.
Kuuk.
When I held the bottom of the bar in my hand and strained, it squished like a sponge.
When I lightly punched with my hand out, I heard a sound that could have killed anyone instantly.
– Gooooong!!!
Acceleration can now be activated.
My body recovered enough to break through the iron bars and escape, but this is hilarious timing.
This is because we have almost reached our destination, the shelter. Familiar terrain that I know is coming into view one by one.
The days of restoring the shelter and going on external expeditions with Artemis. Video data sent by robots and drones dispatched to collect resources, information, and technology.
Through all of that experience, the terrain and scenery that I had memorized like my own neighborhood were unfolding before my eyes.
That’s right.
You have entered my territory.
As the truck went over the last hill, the outline of a large city appeared.
A dreamy paradise that shines like a jewel alone in this destroyed world.
-Welcome to Police.
The truck passed a large, ornately designed sign.
[Hey guys.]
“Yes! “Brother!”
I could overhear the boss of the lead vehicle communicating via radio. For reference, this is the radio I fixed.
[Be alert from now on. No matter how shitty something is, you should never take out your weapon first?]
“Oh, don’t worry, brother. Do you do business once or twice?”
[Stay still even if someone points a knife at your head.]
“And what if I get stabbed to death?”
[You should die quietly.]
“Uh… You’re kidding… Right? Hehe.”
The subordinate smiled sheepishly and responded.
[I’m serious, you guys. It means coming to your senses with that level of determination. It’s a place that pays the best price, but if you’re picky, you could get screwed.]
From here on, the paved road seems to have been maintained, so there is almost no rattling, and the road is clean everywhere.
The area around the site where the shelter was built is basically barren land, which means that it is flat and has a wide space.
This space is currently being used as a parking lot. Vehicles, carriages, horses, cows, carts, bikes, bicycles, etc. From all over the country.
Everything that can be ridden or pulled by a human being stands in its own compartment.
“Fuck, there’s a bastard driving a Benz in these times.”
One of the slave traders grumbled as he saw a car passing by.
The subordinates who were visiting the police for the first time were also excited and started asking various questions. It was mainly about large wilderness parking lots.
“You didn’t steal the things that were set up over there?”
“Sometimes thefts happen. Nine times out of ten, you will be caught and beaten. And what are you going to do? “If you park inside the police station, the fees are high.”
“Oh, I guess so.”
“Brother, look at that. “Horses have sex?”
One guy chuckled.
In fact, the mare and stallion were having a good time while serious-faced men watched from nearby.
“Sometimes horse owners breed horses through trade. “This is a place where all good things come together.”
I passed the road between the outdoor parking lots and reached the entrance to Police.
Both sides of the entrance were surrounded by a barrier with level C military fence, which I don’t know where I got it from.
If this is the case, no matter how many walkers come, they will never be able to get over it. It will survive even if hit by a decent car.
“By the way.”
I stroked my chin.
Even considering that it is the entrance, it is still quite far from the shelter. Moreover, the ones guarding the entrance were human soldiers.
The weapon was armed with a pre-war ROK Army standard rifle and the armor was equipped with proper bulletproof equipment.
The fact that no checks are conducted appears to be a military force used to protect against thugs, infectious agents, and external enemies.
As expected, Polis does not seem to be a city managed directly by Artemis.
It is presumed that the city was created when the number of people gathered in the front yard of the shelter increased after the threat of infectious agents was drastically reduced due to the distribution of vaccines.
The Taegeukgi is waving at the entrance. It’s the first time I’ve seen the flag in a long time.
“Taegeukgi is a plague.”
Even the slave traders seem dissatisfied.
A video is playing on an electronic display board near the city entrance.
[Funerals are an old custom. Burial is an old-fashioned vice.]
A funeral is shown on the left side of the screen, and a red X is drawn on the right side of the screen, showing a body being buried in the ground.
[Burn it. There is nothing purer in this world than fire. Purifying the deceased under the guidance of fire is a true courtesy. Let’s prevent infectious diseases and block the risk of unknown infectious agents.]
Now I see it was a public service advertisement video.
Ha, a city playing public service announcements during the apocalypse. I can feel how relaxed it is.
The rocky mountain where the shelter was buried began to appear in the distance.
Numerous drones are repeatedly coming and going like bees. It’s the same as before. The corners of my mouth naturally rose.
“What’s so funny?”
Myeong-ah asked.
“Just everything.”
I said while looking at the backs of the slave dealers’ heads in the driver’s seat.
In Police, you can see old-timers talking about how there were all kinds of franchise fast food restaurants before the war, and newbies trying to satisfy their taste buds.
“It’s all funny.”
A vehicle carrying the seeds of a storm entered the city.
