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Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that Li Feng felt that he was asking for too much, and immediately added: "In return, I can help once a month."

Li Feng shook his head, a wry smile on his face said: "This condition is beyond my scope of responsibility for me, I need to apply to the headquarters."

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng is not afraid of trouble.

No matter how you look at it, he is a sure win. Of course, these materials are exchanged for his one move, and the other party also makes money.

Soon, the phone was dialed.

"This is the headquarters of the Chudu Survivor Base. What do you want to say?"

Li Feng said to the phone: "I am Li Feng, the captain of the Pailinxian Search and Rescue Team. I request to communicate with the commander of the headquarters."

"Um... please wait."

The other party hesitated for two seconds.

About ten minutes later.

A vigorous and powerful voice sounded: "I am the commander-in-chief of the Chudu Military Region, Comrade Li Feng, please speak."

"Commander, I need to report an important intelligence to you."

"..."

The two communicated for about ten minutes.

The other side was surprised and said: "A young man in his early twenties killed a crusher and a harvester? Is the situation true? You should know the consequences of falsely reporting military intelligence."

"I guarantee with my personality that it is absolutely true, and Comrade Guo Peng is an eyewitness. If we can win over this person, the safety of the temporary survivor base in Linxian that we have established will be guaranteed, and the work of searching and rescuing survivors will be smoother." Li Feng said.

The commander-in-chief thought for a while and said: "One hundred people's survival supplies are too much. We can only provide 20 people at present. Ordinary zombie crystals can only provide 2,000 pieces. As for vegetable seeds, only one can be provided per month, and only one pack can be provided at a time. You also know that the land cannot be planted now, and a large number of crops have been scrapped. The remaining vegetable seeds are very precious to us."

"Tell him that we can only provide such conditions."

"This... I will go and communicate with him." Li Feng listened, his face fell, the commander was too cruel, and directly cut Jiang Cheng by nearly 90%. He felt a little embarrassed that Jiang Cheng would not agree.

Putting down the phone, he turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng embarrassedly and repeated the conditions from the headquarters.

As expected, Jiang Cheng frowned and said, "2,000 ordinary zombie crystals are too few. I can have less, but not less than 5,000. Vegetable seeds are provided in two kinds every month, one pack of each, and survival supplies are needed for 50 people."

"Okay, I'll convey it now."

Li Feng immediately used it as a microphone.

After a back and forth, the final conclusion was finally made.

4,000 ordinary zombie crystals, two kinds of vegetable seeds every month, one pack of each, and survival supplies for 30 people.

Jiang Cheng was also satisfied with this result.

Li Feng saw that the deal was done, and excitedly stretched out a hand and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng, welcome to join. From today on, you are the security consultant of our Linxian Survivor Base."

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng nodded.

Li Feng added: "Headquarters said that this batch of supplies will arrive at the end of this month, no later than the 31st."

"Okay."

After settling the issue of material distribution, Jiang Cheng thought about his worries and asked: "Captain Li Feng, do you know Huang Xue, Wu De, Zhou Qing, and Du Wen?"

Li Feng frowned and said: "I have never heard of the first three people, but according to reports from other comrades, it seems that a new person named Du Wen has been registered at the survivor base today."

As he spoke, Li Feng looked at Jiang Cheng curiously and asked: "Do these people have any relationship with Brother Jiang Cheng?"

"Does it count as a mortal enemy?" Jiang Cheng suddenly said.

"A mortal enemy?"

Li Feng's face darkened slightly.

Jiang Cheng pulled Li Feng aside and told him in detail. Li Feng's expression became more and more shocked as he listened, until the end, he almost lost his voice.

Seriously said: "Is the situation of Jiang Cheng brother true?"

"Based on the temperament of Du Wen and others, they are most likely to attack the survivors' base in Linxian, and their style of action is extremely straightforward and fierce. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be tonight."

"If that's the case, it's really a terrible thing."

Li Feng murmured, and a chill rose behind him.

...

At the same time.

Shaqiao Community.

In the residential building

Three men and one woman sat together, and a middle-aged couple was waiting tremblingly on the side.

Among the three men and one woman, a big man with a figure like an iron tower shouted to a masked young man: "Boss, is this plan reliable? That's a soldier!"

"So what if he's a soldier? As long as we occupy that temporary base and develop and grow with the vocational school as our base, we will be the king of Linxian City by then." Wood said dissatisfiedly.

"It's just a group of ordinary people." Huang Xue showed a trace of cruelty on her face.

The masked youth said calmly: "Du Wen has entered. Just wait until it gets dark and Du Wen sends a message. We will work together inside and outside. Tomorrow, the Linxian Survivor Base will be renamed."

As soon as the words fell, the four people showed fierce smiles on their faces.

They must get this base.

...

Time flies.

7:53 pm.

The sun has already set, and the clouds in the sky are gradually dyed dark gray.

On the main road in front of the vocational school, the zombies wandering aimlessly on the main road are only a white figure.

In the vocational school operations room.

Jiang Cheng and the others looked at each other, and then went out to start.

Jiang Cheng walked silently towards the shantytown.

To be honest, he was not sure if he could deal with four awakeners at once, but he was more than enough to deal with Du Wen alone.

According to the memory of Du Wen in the previous life.

Male, Immortal, unknown age, unknown occupation, invisible ability, unknown duration of invisibility.

Holding the Tang sword, he entered a building next to the shantytown, then took a step, jumped several meters high, and went into a classroom on the second floor.

He casually pulled a chair and sat down near the window sill. Through the window, from this angle, he could see the panoramic view of the shantytown.

Now he just needed to wait quietly for Du Wen to make a move.

Ten minutes passed.

In the shantytown.

The survivors received today's meals, and some gathered in groups of three or five, or one or two people to chat about today's events.

One of the men in a white short-sleeved shirt got in the middle of the crowd and listened to everyone talking.

"Damn, if it weren't for this damn doomsday, I would still be getting a massage in the club right now!" A bald, tattooed, and gold-chained man complained.

Apparently, he had a good life before the end of the world.

Another man said, "Oh my brother, don't complain. It's good to have a stutter these days."

"That's right, let's talk about some gossip." A middle-aged man said, and then said mysteriously, "I'll tell you an important news."

"What news?" A few more people gathered around.

"I heard that Captain Wang Qiang led people to collect supplies, but I don't know what ghost thing they encountered, and twelve teammates died." The middle-aged man said.

"Oh my God, why are there fewer rations today?"

"That's right, if all the search and rescue team members died, how can we live!"

People talked more and more, and more and more people gathered around.

Seeing that the topic attracted everyone's attention, the man in the white short-sleeved shirt secretly stepped aside, then took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, quietly lit a shed, and then got into the crowd again as if nothing had happened.

Soon, the smell of burning things attracted people's attention.

"Do you smell anything?"

"It seems like something is burning."

The crowd looked for the source of the smell and found that their shacks were on fire, and the fire began to grow. The shacks were close to each other, and with the help of the night wind, rows of shacks were ignited.

Seeing the shacks burning, the crowd began to look for things to put out the fire.

The noise soon attracted the soldiers on guard.

The man in the white short-sleeved shirt looked at it, retreated to the corner secretly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Upstairs, Jiang Cheng looked down and saw everything. He stood up slowly holding the Tang sword.

"The time has come, it's my turn to take action."