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Wu Changsheng's answer made Lengxue feel a little excited. What he had experienced should finally have a fair answer. As for what kind of punishment he should receive for what he had done before, Lengxue simply didn't know.

Don't care either.

"I don't care if I die, as long as I can get the justice I want!"

Lengxue poured the wine into his mouth without saying a word, but "Ah Zhong" in his mind reminded him at the right time.

"Don't worry, sir, they won't allow them to touch you, and I think if you get justice, then you should live well!"

"You are right, I should thank him!"

But Lengxue knew that what "A Zhong" said was right. If it weren't for Guo Zhenbei, Lengxue would still be following that "Second Master Lin" to do those harmful things. Although it was a kind of revenge, it was a kind of revenge for the entire society.

Revenge. And "crime" itself is a kind of retaliatory behavior. Friends who are interested can search the concept of "crime" on Baidu, and they will know the essence of this behavior.

Lengxue now recalled that what he had ever had was really the worst experience. From this point of view, Lengxue also wanted to thank this biochemical apocalypse for giving him a chance to be a human being again. Therefore, he sent a message to Guo Zhenbei

, no one knows what it is, and Guo Zhenbei did not reply.

Things are decided in a nutshell, just like many businessmen prefer to discuss business at the wine table. This is almost a tradition in China. Maybe after a few glasses of wine, you can hear the truth.

However, no one expected that during his arrival in Xi'an, Guo Zhen had already attracted the attention of some people in Xi'an, and he even met acquaintances here.

Before Guo Zhenbei and Wu Changsheng's rather unfriendly "banquet" was held in front of them, someone was already paying attention to this matter. And this person really made Guo Zhenbei never expect to meet him in Xi'an city.

The person who arrived.

When the "Simple Wasp" flew across the sky, someone held up a telescope and "welcomed" his arrival with his eyes, while he was still mumbling.

"I really didn't expect that it would be that kid. When I saw him last time, he was holding a desert eagle on my arm..."

The speaker is missing an arm. He is none other than the "Emperor" Zhang Wancai, whose arm was broken by Guo Zhenbei's shot a few months ago!

You must be wondering that such a guy is not dead, and he actually escaped to Xi'an. So how is this possible? After all, Xi'an is under a siege of zombies. If he can get in, why are the food and supplies not available?

Can't get in?

I believe that is a really good story, and everyone will be eager to know it.

This has to start with the person next to Zhang Wancai who holds a telescope like him.

He is a man in his 50s, with a rosy face in this biochemical apocalypse era. He is wearing a designer suit and big black-rimmed glasses. If someone sees him, he will definitely think that he is a "successful person", and even

Some people also say that he looks a bit like a certain "national leader" in the past.

Of course, that must be flattering, but he is wearing big black-rimmed glasses and combing his hair back.

"Hmph, you're doing well. The military values ​​him very much now. If it weren't for me... we'll see later, especially after he finishes that matter, we'll talk about it!"

The black-rimmed glasses glanced at Zhang Wancai, with some kind of warning in his eyes.

With one arm missing, he made no secret of his hatred for Guo Zhenbei, but he knew that he had to listen to what his "uncle" said. Because he couldn't live without his "uncle", but his "uncle" could live without him.

"Uncle, can he really accomplish that?"

"It's hard to say. It's a long way from here to Hubei. If something goes wrong, no one can help him! So you don't have to be nervous about him. It's true that you should do your own thing well. Wan Cai, I think you also

Don’t stay here, go outside the city, maybe there is a chance we can..."

When the man with black-rimmed glasses spoke, he had an unpredictable smile. Zhang Wancai nodded, now he has a hugely profitable business. What business can be compared to the fact that in the city of Xi'an, which is besieged by millions of zombies at the moment, he still owns a

What about better business with better access to the outside?

Yes, it is a business, a business used in exchange for all other supplies in Xi'an. And Zhang Wancai in front of him controls part of this "business". Although the income in Xi'an city is not his concern, the income outside Xi'an city is.

And almost completely belongs to him.

What does Zhang Wancai need?

I believe you are all familiar with the fact that as a person with "ambition", of course he needs weapons and ammunition. Zhang Wancai was driven out of the small town by Guo Zhenbei a few months ago. The zombies at that time

The first wave of mutations has not occurred yet, and it is still quite easy to survive compared to the outside world at this moment.

With the help of his men and weapons, Zhang Wanchai really had an adventure. But that is another story, I will tell you at the appropriate time. At this moment, hearing the words of the black-rimmed glasses, Zhang Wanchai bowed respectfully.

"Then I'm leaving, uncle, everything here depends on you!"

"Well, you go ahead, everything is trivial!"

The man with black-framed glasses nodded. If it was just his style, people would definitely misunderstand him as a big shot. Unfortunately, it was obvious from the people he dealt with that he was nothing, at least not even a good person.

Zhang Wancai turned away from his "uncle" and came out of the hotel. This was not a hotel occupied by the military, nor a hotel occupied by the government in Xi'an. All the people staying in this hotel within the city walls of Xi'an were businessmen, and all of them were some.

"Competent" businessman.

Or they have stockpiled steel, or they have stockpiled food, in short they have everything that others don’t have. Even this hotel is the only hotel nearby with lights on. Its generator is almost everywhere in the military vehicles.

Even without oil, it still keeps rotating.

Zhang Wanchai, who went downstairs, was sitting in a Warrior military vehicle. From the appearance, this military vehicle looks more like a Humvee. Moreover, the Warrior vehicle is also a combat vehicle that is actually equipped by the Chinese Communist Party. Unfortunately, more

All the Warrior vehicles are still sleeping in the combat readiness warehouse.

Zhang Wanchai walked away quickly after getting into the Warrior military vehicle. He took out a radio through his black-rimmed glasses. After entering a special password, he contacted someone. But he didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

As he heard more news, the expression on his face became more and more uncertain. If you use Guo Zhenbei's "expression analysis system" to look at it, you will find that he is worried. Not just worried,

Even he was still afraid.

After listening for a long time, he switched the radio to another channel that was more secretive and had a longer password. Then he spoke, and his tone no longer sounded like the nonchalant, bossy tone he had when speaking to Zhang Wancai, but instead

Respectfully like...like a dog.

"Brother Yi, have you eaten? I shouldn't have disturbed you originally, but this matter is very important!"

"Yes, yes, I just heard that Fatty Wu reached an agreement with people from outside. It seems that they hope to do other things after bringing the old guys here! Brother Yi, look..."

On the other end of the radio, "Brother No. 1" of unknown origin said something and nodded repeatedly with black-rimmed glasses. Looking at that, if he had the chance to stick out his tongue, he would definitely do it like a dog.

"Yes, yes, I understand what you mean, I will ask someone to do it right now! Then... Brother 1, if the food is really shipped... yes, yes, I will definitely handle the matter well, without any mistakes.

out!"

Following his words, the person on the other end of the radio cut off the communication. As the person on the other side cut off the communication, the black-rimmed glasses took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and then carefully put the radio in his pocket.

When he entered the room from the balcony, a gust of cool air hit his face. It's hot summer now. How can a person like him who is used to enjoying life live without air conditioning?

Before entering the room, he glanced at the street outside the hotel. The people there were like ants, and in his eyes, they were also like ants. Whether it was the 1.3 billion Chinese in the past or the surviving people in Xi'an now

In his eyes, millions of Chinese people are like ants.

"And what he can be sure of is that in the eyes of 'Brother One', those people are worse than ants!"

When he returned to the air-conditioned room and took a breath of the cool and refreshing air, he felt a little proud.

This residence is on the highest floor of the hotel, with a water tank on top. Even the entire residence has been recently renovated. The walls are inlaid with bulletproof steel plates, and the entire room is protected by thick steel. The bright glass is strong and bulletproof.

Neither glass nor bullets can penetrate, let alone any zombies.

In this residence, there are mountains of food and various cans. To put it another way, even if the city of Xi'an is invaded by zombies, his residence will still be safe, with enough weapons and food.

There is also a small swimming pool in his residence. At the moment, several mermaid-like women are swimming around there. What makes people envious is that they are not wearing swimsuits, but they can't cover anything at all.

Sexy lingerie.

"Life is still beautiful, enjoying life is the true meaning of life!"

Sitting in his office with bulletproof glass and black-rimmed glasses, he happily lit up his cigar.

This is the last fortress in the entire residence. The guns are placed on the gun racks nearby. In the nearby closet, there are also enough food and water for several months. I believe many people will think that they can survive in the biochemical apocalypse.

With this appearance, what more could I ask for?

He leaned his head back on the soft chair, wearing black-rimmed glasses and thinking beautifully in his mind.

"Hmph, as long as we deal with that kid, this wonderful life will continue!"

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