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"Okay, friends, don't talk too much nonsense, I will only talk about the main point when I call you over today!"

The middle-aged businessman seemed indifferent to Chen Feng’s four strange costumes and different skin colors. He rubbed his chin, squinted his eyes and said:

"I am your employer, you can call me Joe."

"In short, there are rumors that for those who want to try their luck, the peninsula is full of treasures, and zombies don't care about those unguarded golden treasures!"

Speaking of this, Joe tilted his head, shrugged his shoulders and laughed boldly: "So, I'm going to be rich, and you guys are going to be rich too!"

Seeing Chen Feng and others were silent, Qiao said again:

"Don't think I'm crazy, I'm pretty normal, otherwise I won't be looking for you with a big fanfare."

"Don't worry, we didn't think you were crazy." Chen Feng smiled lightly.

"We took this job!"

They are all mature Samsara people, and of course they have to learn to answer.

Unlike the indigenous people who have to worry about the dangers and the ends of the rat head when facing huge commissions, Samsara people never fear.

After all, only in this way can they survive.

Therefore, no matter how outrageous the businessman's request is, Chen Feng, as the team leader, will agree.

This is a necessary step to promote the copy to the next stage.

Chen Feng exchanged glances with the other three companions, and then turned to look at businessman Joe.

"But with all due respect, Joe, you have to solve one problem first. All countries around the peninsula are responsible for checking all transit ships and planes. How do we get in and out?"

Joe leaned forward.

"Don't worry about this, we are all done, the Coast Guard will let us go. As long as they pay them, the ship will be able to go there."

Joe stretched out his left hand and rubbed his fingers, making the movement of counting banknotes.

"In fact, the person we sent over had already loaded the money in the car last time, 20 million dollars, but unfortunately, we lost it halfway."

After speaking, Qiao asked his subordinates to take a simple map, spread the map on the sofa-money coffee table, and point out a certain position on it to Chen Feng and others.

"Now what we want is in Omuqiao, right here."

With just a glance, Chen Feng imprinted every detail on this map of the city of Incheon firmly in his mind.

"Listen, it's not difficult." Joe said in a relaxed tone.

"You guys." He quickly flicked a finger in the direction of Chen Feng and the others, "Entering in the dark, drove out the truck, and then brought the money back."

"Don't worry about the zombies, they are almost blind at night."

Andrew raised his head and grinned, and interrupted: "So, how much will you pay us?"

"Interesting question." The white boss lowered his head and smiled, pursed his mouth, and raised his head seriously: "Half!"

"If you can come back alive, 2.5 million dollars per person!"

Although he knew that the money would not be brought back to Samsara's space, when he heard this amount, Andrew's eyes still subconsciously flashed with the joy of seeing the money opened.

"Listen to me, you are refugees now, so you have to plan for your own future."

Joe leaned back towards the backrest again, smiled wanton, and gestured for his subordinates to take out four identical contracts from the box, spread them out and pat them on the table of the coffee table.

"You don't have to rush to agree. You can discuss it again. I'll wait for your reply."

As soon as the voice fell, Andrew, Leoric, and the masked girl turned their eyes to Chen Feng almost at the same time.

Chen Feng's deep eyes were slightly smiling.

Trader Joe’s request sounds simple. It’s only a matter of time to find a truck full of US dollars. It’s natural not to be afraid to switch to another place.

But there is a peninsula full of zombies!

If an ordinary person goes to a place like that, it is not guaranteed to be fatal. It is not guaranteed to be fatal. It is more appropriate to say that the probability of death is 99%.

The point is that Chen Feng, who is very familiar with the original plot, knows.

Even according to what the ghost businessman said, he successfully drove the truck with a huge amount of US dollars out of the peninsula and came to the agreed dock location to load the money on the ship.

Waiting for Chen Feng and them will be a dead end!

These businessmen are not fools. Now that you have shipped the money, why do they keep their promise of sharing half of you?

Wouldn't it be more convenient to kill you as if none of this happened?

So the idea is still not too naive, if it is not for Samsara to have to complete the task, it is really impossible to go this way.

Chen Feng couldn't understand the naive idea that the protagonist and his brother-in-law in the original book wanted to make a fortune in this way.

"No need to discuss, I said, let's take this job!" Chen Feng's tone couldn't contain his beak, "Let's arrange the ship and weaponry immediately."

"We must have enough guns and ammunition, otherwise we can't afford this life-saving business!"

"Okay, that's great!" The white man laughed openly: "Don't worry, you can bring as many guns and bullets as you want, I have a way!"

......

Two days later.

The moon is sparse, and the sea near the peninsula is strangely calm.

A steamer quietly sailed into the waters of Incheon Port, causing layers of white waves on the otherwise calm ocean.

Life garbage can be seen floating everywhere on the sea, basically it has been decayed for a long time, and a pungent stench can be smelled from a distance.

Looking at the direction of the dock, it is even more ruined and barren, completely devoid of vitality.

In the sailor's lounge under the ship's deck, Chen Feng, Andrew, Leoric, and the masked girl are making final pre-war preparations.

A long yellow-brown table is densely packed with various weapons, such as submachine guns, rifles, pistols, silencers, magazines, night vision goggles...

After Chen Feng installed the arc-shaped magazine of an M16 assault rifle, the butt was against his shoulder, the muzzle was facing parallel to the front of his eyes, and he made an aiming action, then lowered the gun.

The other three people on the side are no strangers to firearms, disassembling, assembling, and inspecting ammunition to ensure that they can be foolproof when facing zombies for a while.

"Hey, I said." After installing the silencer on the pistol, Andrew held back his words for two days, and finally couldn't help but accosted the masked girl, "We can't keep calling you hey, right?"

Chen Feng and Leoric glanced at each other and couldn't help snickering.

Perhaps it was also felt that such a name was indeed inappropriate. After the masked girl was silent for a while, she finally opened her lips slightly, but she only uttered three words.

"The other shore flower."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the sound.

The other side flower?

This is her name?

"Tread, step, step."

At this time, only the clear footsteps approached.

The squinting man in the flower shirt who led the team walked down from the deck while whistling and stepping on the iron suspension ladder.

"It's all here."

The squinted man was obviously Asian but pretended to speak English. He glanced at the exquisite weapons and equipment on the table, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, just take it, take whatever you want."

"But I remember that zombies act by hearing at night, and you are not afraid of big movements, and you can even drag a sack of weapons over..."

Before the squinted man Yin & Yang finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice next to him.

"That's what you said."

Chen Feng showed a harmless smiling face.

"Thank you, please prepare the sacks."

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