() "Huh? Li Junhai looked stunned, "Isn't it the battle to recover the black market town?" Why are you still tying me up? ”

Zhang Yuntian said with a smile: "It's recovery, not a battle, only if you are captured, can it be said that the Black Tiger and these people have returned triumphantly, and the other soldiers who stayed behind will not be suspicious, and the next thing will be much easier!" ”

He turned to the black tiger and said, "Black tiger, remember, this person was captured by you, and he will be imprisoned in your office, and no one else will be allowed to approach!" Also, gather the remaining Grey-tongued soldiers, and say that there has been an anthrax epidemic recently, and you have intercepted a batch of vaccines, and ask everyone to get vaccinated immediately! ”

"Understood, master!" The Black Tiger nodded, still without any expression.

Although the corpse guards have high combat effectiveness and are loyal enough to their masters, they can carry out orders well, but they will not adapt to changes in the situation, fortunately, Black Tiger is the leader of the Gray Tongue Mercenary Group, otherwise this strategy will definitely be difficult to implement.

"Let's go, a long delay will cause suspicion!"

Under the command of Zhang Yuntian, the Black Tiger escorted Li Junhai and led the Gray Tongue mercenaries to return to the black market town.

As soon as he entered the town, the black tiger did not delay, and directly carried Li Junhai -- that's right, he easily lifted Li Junhai, who weighed more than 80 kilograms, like a little chicken with one hand -- and went straight to the office on the roof of the small building, threw him on a chair, and then locked the door and sent two corpse guards to guard the door.

Although Li Junhai can't be regarded as a top master, it is by no means easy, like today, he was picked up by someone with one hand, it was the first time in his life, fortunately, the person who carried him was now a monster with amazing strength, otherwise his self-esteem would have to be shattered.

Li Junhai sat on the chair, rubbed back and forth, and then exhaled hard, his upper body shook slightly, and the rope that was so wrapped around fell off by itself, he moved his wrist, which was strangled a little red and swollen, and said in his heart: It's just a play, it's so really tied, if it weren't for the seventy little beauties here, I wouldn't be guilty of this crime.

He was so self-comforting in his heart, in fact, even if there were no female slaves, he would not dare to disobey Zhang Yuntian's orders.

Li Junhai looked at the furnishings of the office, it was all ordinary furniture, and there was a map hanging on the wall behind the desk, which marked the zombie disaster process in each area with different colored pens, and the mark of the disaster level was divided into five levels according to green to red, for example, the black market town belonged to the first level of green, the fifth district belonged to the second level of yellow, the periphery of the border sea city was third-level orange, and there was a small circle of fourth-level red in the center, which should be the area near Millennium Road, and the marking of the entire map was very objective.

What made him strange was that on the map, about 300 kilometers to the south of the Fifth District, a large area was heavily painted with a crimson pen, and the area of this area was even several times larger than the entire Bianhai City, and the Fifth District was as insignificant as a small pebble compared to it, and it was graffiti, right? Could it be that there will be a wave of corpses larger than the size of the city?

There are tens of thousands of zombies on Millennium Road, so they are drawn as a small red dot, and the large area of graffiti on the map, I am afraid that there are tens of millions, this number is too huge, so huge that Li Junhai can't sketch such a picture in his mind.

The largest wars in ancient times were just battles of hundreds of thousands of people, so they were also depicted as throwing whips to cut off the stream, and a person who poured urine would lead the river to burst the embankment, if this scene was expanded a hundred times, it is estimated that even a tank or something will be trampled like a can!

Li Junhai was taken aback by his own thoughts, the corpse tide is generally the result of the large-scale aimless migration of zombies, because they have no consciousness, let alone know how to act in groups, so every time the corpse tide arrives, some zombies will fall behind, and the farther the migration, the more zombies will fall behind, so that no matter how large-scale the corpse tide, at least a week, at most a month or two, it often collapses on its own.

However, looking at the scale of the corpse tide in front of them, even if there is only a small wave of zombies that have fallen behind, it is enough for them to drink a pot if they accidentally walk to the fifth district.

In any case, this is not something you should worry about, as long as you report the matter to Zhang Yuntian, and the follow-up matters will be arranged by yourself.

After a few months of contact, his trust in Zhang Yuntian is also increasing day by day, this is not a blind worship for no reason, but the latter will always turn things around at a critical time, showing extraordinary ability, first the matter of the quarterly tax, and then the design of the total annihilation of the cannibals, by the way, he also escaped the pursuit of the monsters in the vault, and now he has even developed a corpse guard vaccine, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there would be such a strong storage in the world.

Now that he recalls, the two of them entered the fifth district in a slave car on the same day, and it has only been a few months, and he has not only become the richest district chief, but now he will soon become the strongest military force in the fifth district, if there is something in this world that he can't deal with, then it will be in vain for him to break his head.

Thinking of this, he rolled the map into a paper tube and carried it over his shoulder.

Black Tiger has been out for a while, and before he comes back, he can only pretend to be a prisoner here, which is really boring.

Li Junhai sat comfortably on the swivel chair in the office, turned around boredly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he found that there was a dark green safe half a meter square under the desk, which belonged to the kind of old-fashioned mechanical lock.

"Let me see what's inside!" Li Junhai was itchy for a while, he rolled up his sleeves, lay on the ground, put his ears close to the door of the safe, and gently turned the combination lock with his other hand, "Three... Five... Six... Nine... Two... Four... Three..."

With a click, the safe was opened, and to his surprise, there were no treasures here, the upper and lower floors were empty, only two notebooks were placed, one of which was a blue-skinned notebook, which contained all kinds of current accounts, which should be the account book of the gray-tongued mercenaries.

The other book is very new.,It should have been used recently.,There are seven or eight pages of small characters densely written on it.,There are four columns in total.,The first column is the serial number.,The second column is the name of the item.,There are guns.,Bullets,Food,Slaves,And all kinds of daily necessities.,The third column is the number of items.,The last column is the name of the person.。

Li Junhai looked at it carefully from top to bottom curiously, only to feel that the items here are sold in the black market, especially the names of several people in the account book are very familiar, he pondered for a while, and suddenly slapped his thigh, isn't this a businessman in the black market? Could it be that this book records the inventory of all items on the black market?