The two conflicting minds struggled in their minds, which stimulated Wang Jundi to go crazy.

He felt his steps getting heavier and heavier, and he wanted to rush out, but he wanted to stand in front of the window to see what was going on outside?

The moment he threw out the backpack containing silver bones, Wang Jundi felt as if his heart was stabbed hard by some kind of sharp weapon. He was reluctant to leave, but he had to do so.

He looked forward to Chen Dongbo and others fulfilling their promises and letting An Ran go.

But, how sure is it? Wang Jundi himself doesn't know.

The anger in his mind gradually subsided, and was replaced by an extremely strong fear.

Wang Jundi suddenly discovered that there were many people outside.

More than a dozen?

Or twenty or so?

They seem to have no guns, but they have an absolute numerical advantage.

It has been two days since the fat man has been trapped here. He is not clear about the situation outside. He only knows that someone has arrested An Ran, killed Zhao Yuhang, and removed the silver bone from his hands.

"I, I seem to have made a mistake..."

Suddenly, Wang Jundi jumped from the spot like a cannonball and rushed downstairs. His fat body rolled up a gust of wind, picked up the axe thrown in front of the gate, and chopped the wooden strips and wires nailed to the door.

The fat man roared almost madly. Anger, regret, pain, humiliation... The complex emotions prompted the nerves to guide the muscles to expand rapidly, transform them into strength, and manipulate the axe to destroy them with amazing strength.

A few minutes later, the sealed rolling shutter door had already broken a big hole half a meter square. Wang Jundi continued to cut on the edge with an axe regardless of everything. Before the door hole could be expanded enough to accommodate his body, he was already eager to climb out.

The edge of the roller shutter door opening was as sharp as a knife, cutting out more than a dozen clearly visible wounds on the fat man. Wang Jundi's clothes and pants were torn and torn, and the parts adjacent to the wound were completely soaked in blood.

He kept holding a gun and stumbled onto the road.

Chen Dongbo has already taken his men away.

They got what they wanted and would not continue to stay in this dangerous environment——the carrion and pus can only temporarily cover up the smell. With the blood corpse and humanoid sensitive sense of smell, they will always find Zhao Yuhang hanging on the top of the steel bars.

What's more, the road was full of minced meat and limbs, and the strong smell of blood did not dissipate in the sun for a long time.

The dark red figure was already vaguely shaking at the intersection of the street in the distance.

Wang Jundi seemed to have lost his soul.

He looked at the sidewalk opposite him with a blank expression.

There was a tree there. In a dead corner that could not be seen in the windows of the small building, a head that was cut down shoulder by shoulders leaning against the root of the tree.

It's safe.

His face was filled with a look of horror and despair until his death. He opened his mouth, and a black strip of cloth tightly strangled from behind his head.

It is conceivable how much he hoped that someone would give him a chance to survive at that last moment.

"No—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Wang Jundi let go of his hand holding the gun, hugged his head tightly, and his knees softened. He knelt down weakly in the middle of the street, making a hysterical scream, cutting through the dull silence in the sun.

He collapsed on the ground, tearing his hair hard, crying heart-wrenchingly.

If I'm not that weak.

If I weren't so afraid of death.

If I had given the Yinbo to them earlier... Maybe An Ran would have survived.

Unfortunately, there is never a "if" in this world.

"I, I want to take revenge and kill all of you-----"

This is the only thought in Wang Jundi's mind at this moment.

However, I have only one person, less than twenty bullets.

Wang Jundi is not a sharpshooter who wins every shot, he is just an ordinary person.

"I have to find a helper, someone to help me."

He was very confused——all the acquaintances in this city were dead.

Fat people have no friends. Among strangers, betrayal and deception happen almost every day.

Wang Jundi suddenly remembered Su Hao.

The last time I exchanged Silver Bone, the young man had a kind attitude and didn't look like a bad guy.

Moreover, he is a soldier.

Will he help me?

"No matter what, you have to try it out."

The fat man wiped away his tears, muttered to himself, supporting his tired body to get up.

He walked onto the sidewalk, picked up An Ran's still warm head, hugged it tightly in his arms, and slowly walked towards the bank building.

Every day, hundreds of people gather near the barricade.

From the day Su Hao decided to open silver bone exchange, Xinyan made a table. It records the number of survivors who exchange silver bones in the small building camp every day. From the first few people to yesterday's "544", it took only more than a month. If the current trend continues, the number of people is likely to exceed thousands.

This digital accumulation effect is amazing.

Each survivor will bring a different amount of silver bones.

Maybe a few milligrams, or a few dozen milligrams.

In exchange, the survivors were given a lot of food like canned and rice noodles.

According to Su Hao's meaning, when Xinyan weighs silver bones, she often sets the measurement conditions relatively loosely.

For example, 1.8 mg is usually counted as two mg. When exchanged for the required materials, a slight increase will be made according to the amount of silver bones taken out by the other party.

A canned food, half a pound of rice, a bottle of vitamin tablets... With Su Hao's current dual-level status, these things can be obtained through the Academy of Sciences and the military channels. However, for survivors, they are enough to save a life at critical moments.

This kind of attitude is recognized by most survivors.

They began to no longer be afraid of Su Hao. The alertness and coldness in their eyes were gradually replaced by gentleness. When Su Hao announced the existence of crystals and announced that this crystal could also be used as redemption, almost all survivors expressed extremely strong enthusiasm.

Since last month, more than 200 survivors have voluntarily requested to join the team.

This is not a threat or coercion by force, but the result of the other party's desire to respect Su Hao through contact and familiarity.

There are still many civilians scattered in this city, and no one knows how many of them are.

Su Hao’s biggest short-term purpose is to try to gather them and expand the “bee swarm”.

Not everyone will support this kind of exchange. People who have experienced the civilized era are not fools. Many survivor groups are circulating rumors. A considerable number of people believe that silver bones and crystals are extremely precious and worth equal to gold. It is really a waste to use them for exchange for food and weapons. They should be kept like heirlooms and hidden.

Su Hao did not agree with this statement.

The team development and expansion are extremely fast. With material support from the Academy of Sciences and the military, he has basically been able to control the movement of people in the city. There are dedicated people responsible for the alert on several roads outside the city. In the city, Wu Guoguang, who is stationed in the garrison headquarters, is already a "worker bee". Although he does not know that there are black particles in his body, his brain has become obedient to Su Hao. In other words, the monitoring station now has to choose supplementary personnel from the survivors in the city, and Su Hao agrees. Those who want to leave the city are no longer as free as before.

Su Hao did not have the energy to search the city one by one.

The purpose of setting up exchange points in a small bank building is to let survivors appear on the initiative. Then, through mutual contact, they can feel a sense of identity and then join the team.

Using interests to win over people is more effective than any persuasion.

Of course, doing so can also distinguish between opposition and neutral faction. As long as there is no foreign group like "Sheng Fei", Su Hao has enough time to transform the latter. As for the former... if they have been stubborn and stubborn and still have hostility towards themselves, then kill them if they should, and never let them go.

Kindness is always targeted.

Wang Jundi felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier.

He refused to throw away the gun in his hand when he died. He opened his mouth wide and gasped like a dying fish. Blood kept dripping from the wounds on his back and arms, connecting it into a intermittent line on the ground.

It is almost two or three kilometers away from Xiaolou to Su Hao Camp.

Without a car, he could only walk all the way.

Chen Dongbo was very scheming. He arranged several people near the hardware store to monitor. The fat man was discovered before he walked far. The left-behind people went back to report to Chen Dongbo. The rest gathered quietly from different directions, preparing to drop Wang Jundi.

The remaining dozen bullets were all shot by the fat man. The fat crazy woman who looked like Zhao Benshan had her head swept away on the spot with bullets, and another man was also killed.

Their death created the opportunity for sneak attacks for others - Wang Jundi was stabbed on his back and arm. He was cut very deep and bones could be seen.

He ran half-deadly, and the smell of blood attracted many mutant creatures.

At this moment, Chen Dongbo also rushed to the scene with his men. Several blood corpses entangled them, and the fat man took the opportunity to escape.

Wang Jundi didn't know when the melee behind him would last.

He only knew that he couldn't look back.

Whether it is the blood corpse or Chen Dongbo, they will take their own lives.

In this way, when Wang Jundi, covered in blood, stumbled to the point where he was only more than 100 meters away from the barricade and could see clearly the appearance of the guards above the barricade, he could no longer support him, and his eyes turned dark and he fell heavily.

North, Gao's consortium headquarters.

Sibo sat on the sofa in the study, looking at a document that had just been sent from the military.

The room is not big, with an area of ​​less than 20 square meters. Apart from two sofas, there is only a small and exquisite coffee table. The surrounding walls are replaced by vertical bookcases. The rising sun windows are open, and a comfortable breeze blows in from time to time.

The old man sat opposite Sibo as usual, looking at the tall and handsome young man with emotion.
To be continued...