As Su Hao's agent, Zhou Xiaohan spared no effort to implement every instruction from the new Guiyang.

He didn't know that he had been transformed into a "worker bee" without realizing it. He just collected as much food as possible in a short period of time and transported it to the direction of Xin Guiyang.

A fat guy with wrinkles on his face broke the deadlock first. He pressed out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, rubbed his greasy forehead with a arrogant look, and said unhappily: "Mr. Zhou, we have never cooperated before. To be honest, I personally think there is still a question about the strength of "Zhou" - you only mentioned the exchange price, but did not tell us the specific quantity required. Haha... You have to understand that there is a difference between commercial behavior and small transactions. A ton of rice can only be considered a small fight, and a thousand tons of rice can be considered a business. We are all businessmen, not peddlers carrying shoulder poles and walking around the streets."

The contempt and contempt were too obvious. As soon as the words were spoken, the other people present burst into laughter. They responded unscrupulously, squirting the ashes and spitting out the smoke. Another guy spewed out the coffee he had just drunk in his mouth with a crisp "pop". The light brown liquid splashed everywhere, causing a burst of scolding and confusion.

Zhou Xiaohan's eyes twitched, but he still maintained the most basic etiquette. He suppressed the urge to throw the guys in front of him out of the window, and forced a smile, saying to the smooth and fat man: "You are right, business behavior is indeed different from small transactions. The reason why I invited you here is to negotiate this business. I want a lot of food, at least..."

"a lot of?"

Next to him, a middle-aged man with a thin figure sneered again: "How many are there? There is no accurate number. The concept of "3" or more can be considered a lot. Three pounds, thirty pounds, or three tons?"

A trace of anger flashed in Zhou Xiaohan's eyes. He stared at the middle-aged man with a arrogant expression, with a cold tone and said very clearly: "No matter how much food you can take out, I can exchange it."

The laughter in the room gradually subsided, and the arrogance on people's faces began to fade. The four people looked at Zhou Xiaohan from different angles. This was also the first time they had serious eyes in their eyes after they walked into the hall and sat down.

Zhou Xiaohan's expression was solemn and his body was straight. On his face, which had been tempered by the years, he had a sense of majesty based on power and strength. At his age, he had experienced more experiences than ordinary people, and the changes and pain made him more cunning. The words he said from his mouth were naturally more credible than those of young people.

The fat man wiped his chin with a very prickly hand and asked tentatively: "What do you mean is that as long as it is food, there is no limit on the exchange quantity?"

Zhou Xiaohan sat upright, slightly tilted his head: "I want as much as I have."

A man who was smoking hard inserted his words: "The goods exchanged are all weapons and fuel?"

"certainly."

Zhou Xiaohan showed his unique arrogance: "When both parties trade on site, they must clarify the goods and quantity, and I don't need to deceive you."

The thin middle-aged man began to become excited. This special emotion comes from Zhou Xiaohan's attitude, as well as his contempt for the nouveau riche, and the huge gap in strength between himself and the other party.

He unconsciously raised his volume and waved his fists in anger: "Before saying this, you should think carefully. Do you know how much productivity our companies are? How much inventory is? How much food can we mobilize? Mr. Zhou, at the price you proposed, the weapons and fuel used for exchange are an extremely huge number. Do you have that many guns? Do you have so much fuel?"

Zhou Xiaohan put his left hand on his knee and flicked his fingers gently. He was silent for nearly half a minute before raising his head and facing the middle-aged man's stare at him.

"Since I have invited you here, I will definitely have enough reliance. You can rest assured that weapons and fuel are absolutely no problem. As long as you can take out the food, I guarantee that the transaction can go smoothly. Using weapons to exchange food will be a good deal that will make sure to make a profit."

This sentence is full of energy. Even a fool would not suspect that Zhou Xiaohan would lie on this issue.

The fat man lit a cigarette, frowned and thought for a long time before asking another and the last question.

"Mr. Zhou, if things are really as you said, then the "Zhou Group" does have enough sincerity and strength. However, what I want to know is, where are you going to put the specific trading location?"

Zhou Xiaohan smiled calmly.

He raised his legs and said comfortably: "What do you think of the open space between warehouses No. 6 and No. 7 on the south side of the base city?"

The warehouse space on the south side of the base city is very large, and it is not far from the city gate. It is very empty around it and does not have too many construction obstacles. In addition to the convenience of warehouses and transportation, major commercial groups usually regard this place as their preferred trading area.

The four groups should have agreed in private that each of the food used for exchange would take out 500 tons, totaling 2,000 tons.

This number is actually not much. According to Zhou Xiaohan's understanding, the other party can take out dozens of times more food. Considering that it was the first time to cooperate, Zhou Xiaohan didn't have much to say, so he could only open the truck door according to the agreed proportions in advance and move boxes full of weapons.

The fat man glanced at Zhou Xiaohan standing in front of him, raised his right hand, pinched his fingers, and more than ten followers and bodyguards standing behind him immediately rushed forward and pried open the box with an iron rod. He found that it was all neatly arranged "Type 95" assault rifles.

A strong man with high cuffs and a gray jacket picked up a gun and skillfully checked the situation of various parts of the machine. After more than ten minutes, he picked up the rifle with the smell of engine oil and quickly returned to the fat man. He approached his voice and lowered his voice.

"Boss, I have checked it. These guns are used for use. They are well maintained and have slight wear. They can be converted into 80% new products. They should be replaced by retired goods."

The fat man's hair was sparse and his beard looked gray. He turned his head and glanced at the personnel of the "Zhou Group" who were checking food in his truck at the same time. He asked quietly: "Where is the ammunition? What is the quality of the ammunition?

The strong man carried the gun behind his back and answered in a constant tone: "The people in the third and fourth groups are checking, and there is no problem with the quantity. I just randomly sampled dozens of shots, and the quality is still acceptable, and there is no failure."

The fat man nodded with satisfaction and continued to ask: "What else do you find besides these?"

The strong man hesitated for a moment, grabbed the fat man's arm, pushed him, and the two of them quickly left Zhou Xiaohan's sight and walked to a truck.

"Boss, these weapons are left by the military's clothing. If you don't have enough connections and relationships, it is difficult to get something of similar quality. I don't have much contact with people from "Zhou" and it is naturally difficult to draw conclusions about character or something. However, the exchange price they proposed is very fair, and we have taken a lot of advantages from it. As far as the transaction itself is concerned, it is actually very good. Boss, you are a sensible person, and you should see that "Zhou" has given us a lot of benefits in vain. Because they only need food, just food..."

The strong man was hesitant, which made the fat man very unhappy: "If you have anything, just say it, don't hide it."

"Then I'll just say it."

The strong man shrugged: "You'd better not mess with these guys. People who are capable of getting retired weapons basically have unique backgrounds. I suggest you treat this as a normal exchange of goods and don't make extra ideas. Those of the "Zhou" people are very strong, and we are not opponents at all."

"oh?"

The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is very familiar with his subordinates. The strong man is a tough guy and rarely has anyone to look at. Zhou Xiaohan and his subordinates can be seen by being able to say this.

This aroused the fat man's curiosity more and more: "Very strong? How strong is?"

The strong man raised his head, his tone becoming more serious than ever: "There are reinforcements among them. And, more than one."

The territory of the "Zhou Group" is located in the north of Area A. Here are several buildings adjacent to each other, independent of the area and separated from the nearby areas by roads.

In addition to the military-controlled areas, there are restrictions on the use of electricity in all areas of the base city. In order to ensure energy supply, the wealthy consortium has set up small power plants outside the city and has special connection lines. The "Zhou" group obviously does not have such financial resources. There are only a few lights on inside the territory, and the light is weak, and the guards on patrol the roof are also sparse. They are obviously not concerned about this protection work. Just after two o'clock in the morning, the figure of patrolers could no longer be seen around the roof, and the entire territory fell into silence.

Of course, if you listen carefully by the ear, you can still hear dull and faint snoring.

Under the cover of night, a group of fully armed people quietly entered the building. After rough calculations, there were about two or three hundred people. They were wearing all black uniforms, which were mixed with the surrounding environment, and it was difficult to detect even at close range.

"Nowadays are nouveau riche. Even the power problem cannot be solved, and he dares to interfere in bulk goods transactions. This is simply putting the money outside for free and telling everyone, if you want it, come and get it."

The sound was feminine and evil, and it sounded unspeakable. As a figure surrounded by many armed personnel appeared from far to near under the light, it gradually showed its figure as the sarcastic and mean face of the thin middle-aged man.

As long as it is not a large-scale armed conflict, the military will not usually be in situations involving civilian areas.

The four groups took out 2,000 tons of food, which was just a test. The purpose was to see if the "Zhou" could bring out enough weapons and fuel. The result was shocking. Zhou Xiaohan had so many weapons that made him feel numb. His style was completely in line with the identity of the controller of the wealthy consortium. He did not care about the balance of several guns or hundreds of bullets, but gave them as gifts as gifts.

The thin man didn't care what the other three companies thought. As soon as the transaction was completed, he lurked near the "Zhou" territory with all his direct subordinates, waited patiently, and then launched a sudden attack.

Of course this was not the result of recklessness and impulse. The thin man collected a complete set of detailed information about the "Zhou Family". He knew very well how many people Zhou Xiaohan had to drive. Two thousand tons of food were divided into dozens of heavy trucks, plus the armed personnel escorted on the vehicle. More than half of the "Zhou Family" personnel had left. The remaining people in the nearby buildings were no more than eighty, and the people he brought were three times more than the other party, enough to kill them and steal everything.

That's right, it's just snatching everything away. It feels so fucking wonderful. Just thinking about those boxes of weapons and yellow orange bullets makes people feel excited and full of energy.

Robbery is a favorite thing for men to do. It is more exciting and more likely to feel satisfied than playing women and gambling.

Thinking of this, the thin man suddenly felt indescribable heat, as if his body was surrounded by flames, stimulating his brain to produce more and more crazy thoughts.

"Today is considered overtime. Everyone can send an extra 300 yuan of blue coins when they go back. Except for weapons and ammunition, everything in the room belongs to you. Hahahaha, when it is dawn, you can have a good party———"

The thin man's encouragement was full of utilitarian effects, which immediately caused a sensation among a group of armed personnel. People shouted and cheered, surrounded him and rushed into the building, rushing around the rooms like a tide.

"Tadadada————"

I don't know who fired the gun first, the harsh gunshots pierced the silence, causing a series of screams and howlings

People kept falling from the rooftops, and they slammed heavily on the ground, falling into pieces. The darkness blocked the view, and the robbers could not see the faces of the dead. They only saw that the bodies were torn to pieces on the hard ground, and long cracks were broken on their chests and abdomen, and the scattered internal organs were spilling out, splashing everywhere.

"Roar in and kill them all————"

More and more people shouted, and the atmosphere was stirred up to the extreme by blood and death. Flames kept coming from the black windows, and rapid running and footsteps were everywhere. Some people exclaimed, some screamed, and some cheered in great excitement.

This is the pleasure brought by robbery, and this is the excitement and enjoyment that only men can get.

With the crazy thinking of possessing more and getting more, the thin man walked into the corridor on the second floor, kicked open the closed door in front of him, and walked in excitedly.

He has been here, and this is the conference hall where Zhou Xiaohan negotiated with the four groups.

As soon as he walked into the room, the thin man immediately felt a powerful shock wave coming to his face. It was an invisible energy, which hit a subordinate walking in front of him. His face instantly cracked, and countless pieces of flesh and clothing flew out of the surface of his body. The poor guy was beaten to death on the spot without even humming. The heavy body flew backwards, flew past the thin man, and hit the walls of the corridor outside.

"Haha, you came later than I expected. Why? Is it because I have been delaying too much time when I go to the toilet frequently? You look like the kind of guy with long-term kidney deficiency. From this far, I can still smell the smell of urine on your body————"

Zhou Xiaohan stood in the middle of the room, slowly pinching the joints of his hands. He smiled and his hands kept making "crackling" sounds.

He was wearing a loose household clothes, revealing his strong chest muscles. The beard on his cheeks and chin was very short, obviously he had just been trimmed. Although he had no weapons in his hand, he had the man who had just been beaten to death and almost crushed to pieces as a role model. No one would think that Zhou Xiaohan was still kind and harmless and could not pose a threat to him.

The thin man opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhou Xiaohan tremblingly.

He suddenly realized that he was simply the stupidest fool in the world.

Yes, since the "Zhou family" can use a large number of weapons to exchange for food, it must have hidden power. There are three other commercial groups involved in the negotiations, but they remain silent, did not participate in the robbery, nor did they send anyone to inform them.

Looking back, I still think about the problem too simply. If "Zhou" was really a piece of fat, such a good thing would not be my turn, and it would have been divided up by others long ago.

However, even though I had calculated it very accurately, I also saw a transport convoy full of food set off. Now, there are less than eighty people left in the entire "Zhou" territory, or even fewer. They can't resist them at all.

Perhaps in order to prove the mistake of the thin man's idea, he suddenly discovered that the screams he heard in his ears were mixed with many familiar ingredients.

Those who are dying and seriously injured are their own subordinates. They are asking for help with familiar contact information. Also, those who keep falling from the window are obviously members of their own group. Their costumes and logos illustrate this.

In addition to fear, the thin man's thinking fell into chaos.

How is this possible? I have an absolute advantage in the number of personnel, so how can I lose? Even if the other party is prepared, it is absolutely impossible.

Me, I must have made something wrong? What have I omitted?

Looking at Zhou Xiaohan standing in front of him, the thin man suddenly felt that his hands were as heavy as steel, and even his fingers could not bend. He raised his head in a daze and panic, and cold sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead and cheeks. The liquid rolled down his skin to the surface of his clothes, and a pool of wet marks oozed out.

The air seemed to solidify, binding the thin man's body, making him unable to do anything at all.

He felt extremely astringent in his throat, like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time and could die of water at any time.

At this moment, the only thing the thin man could do was to stare at Zhou Xiaohan with horror and despair, and let out a ghostly howl from the depths of his throat.

"I, I was deceived, they deceived me. It turns out that you are a reinforcement person, a fucking reinforcement person."
Chapter completed!