Chapter One Hundred and Seven: Negotiations

"Who is he?"

This was the second time that Chen Mo had heard the name 'Brother Qin', and Chen Mo, who couldn't help but feel a little strange, immediately asked.

"Brother Qin is the leader of the entire camp, and all the survivors in our town are basically in the church."

"Oh~ That's it, I have an impression of you, your name is Ah Da, right?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Then tell me a little about your so-called leader."

Seeing Chen Mo sit down on the spot so leisurely, looking at himself expressionlessly, the man named Ah Da also swallowed his saliva and spoke timidly.

"Brother Qin's original name was Qin Shou, and he was one of the three bullies in the town, and he also opened a factory at home, and that lumber yard was Brother Qin's business."

Speaking of general, Ah Da swallowed, his lips trembled and he spoke again.

"After the apocalypse broke out, there were man-eating monsters everywhere, Brother Qin led us to occupy the empty church, and then kept looking for survivors in the town, and finally..."

Ah Da spoke for about three minutes, and at this point, Chen Mo could be considered to have roughly understood.

This man, Qin Shou, controlled most of the survivors in the town with an iron fist, and the remaining part was either killed or ran away.

And among the people who stayed, some of them were called as slaves, and they kept going out to look for supplies, but half of the things found had to be handed over, but while they were oppressed, Qin Shou would also provide protection for these people.

And even if these people want to run, it's impossible, these people will be watched every time they go out, such as this time, the person who watched these people come to rob the car is this Ah Yong who had one of his hands cut off.

"Well, you're all armed, why don't you resist?"

After listening to Ah Da's speech, Chen Mo immediately asked with some doubts.

"Rebellion? No one will resist, in this last days, every moment is a tightrope walk, and it is good to have a stutter, not to mention that those who just started to resist were tortured to death. ”

"At the beginning, there were more than 80 people in the camp, but as they went out to look for supplies, and some people couldn't stand the rules set by Brother Qin, the number gradually came to more than 50 people."

After listening to what Ah Da said, Chen Mo was also shocked in his heart, this method was really ruthless enough.

"Listen to what you mean, Qin Shou trusts this guy named Ah Yong very much?"

"Yes, yes."

Chen Mo turned his head again to look at Ah Yong, who was tilted and fainted to the side, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Big, big brother, I told you everything I knew, please, please let me go."

At this time, the person who was talking to Chen Mo and waited for me to suddenly speak timidly.

"Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I won't kill you."

As he spoke, Chen Mo smiled and patted the man's shoulder, then got up and came to the front of Na Ah Yong, and then groped over Na Ah Yong.

"There it is."

It wasn't until Chen Mo slowly took out a walkie-talkie from Ah Yong's pocket, then opened his mouth and muttered, and then turned on the switch of the walkie-talkie.

'Z~zela~'

There was a burst of electric and signalling sounds.

"Hello? Ah Yong, why haven't you come back for so long! ”

"Ah Yong? Are you calling him? ”

Listening to the sound of rough ore on the walkie-talkie, when Chen Mo opened his mouth to ask a rhetorical question, he had already stepped directly on the wound of Ah Yong's severed hand that had passed out.

"Ahh Ahh ”

Immediately after, the screams like killing pigs came into the walkie-talkie, and then the walkie-talkie fell silent.

Looking at Na Yong again, he also screamed and gasped heavily, and beads of sweat were constantly oozing from his forehead.

"Who are you?"

After a while, an extremely cold voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Do you know who I am?"

"What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to do a business with Your Excellency."

"Huh, business? You'd better send my people back obediently, so that everyone can do it. ”

Hearing this, Chen Mo, who was still expressionless, immediately rolled his eyelids, and then said with a hint of a smile.

"Easy to do? Who gave you the courage? Is it the howitzer on the second floor of the gun shop? ”

With Chen Mo's somewhat ridiculous words coming out, the other side of the walkie-talkie fell into silence again.

"Hahaha, okay, then I can't help it, if you don't send my people back, then that broken bridge in XC Town, I don't mind letting it rot completely."

When the words fell, Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, and then he saw Chen Mo step on the smooth wound on Na Yong's wrist again.

"Ahh Brother Qin! Leave me alone! Kill this! Avenge me! ”

Ah Yong, who received the trampling again, immediately shouted with a hoarse voice, and then looked at Chen Mo and waited quietly for the reply from the walkie-talkie.

"Hmph, it seems that you don't want to leave XC Town anymore, give you twenty seconds to think, either you choose to release someone, or..."

The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie sounded again, and then the corners of Chen Mo's mouth grinned, and he raised his foot and stepped on Ah Yong again.

"Ahh Ahh Woo ~ woo! ”

Ah Yong, who screamed again, immediately crooked his neck and passed out again, and at this moment, Chen Mo spoke again, but this time, Chen Mo's tone had begun to be a little cold.

"It seems that you still don't realize the problem, there are only three of your people who are still angry, so many wastes carrying three bazookas can't do it, how about us, if I were you, I would think about why."

After changing his tone, Chen Mo spoke again.

"You should also use your brain, if this bridge in XC town is gone, I can't get out anyway, then you don't think about having a good life."

Chen Mo's voice was all transmitted into the walkie-talkie, and then the walkie-talkie fell into a brief silence again.

"Okay, say whatever you want, if I want to see Ayong alive."

Hearing this, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to speak.

"Two boxes of 9 mm caliber ammunition, one box of 5.7 mm, four barrels of fuel, for three lives, it's worth it."

"Not so much, a tank of nine millimeters and five .seven, two barrels of fuel."

The sound of bargaining came from the walkie-talkie immediately after, hearing this, the corners of Chen Mo's mouth rose slightly, if this Brother Qin agreed directly, Chen Mo felt unreliable.

"Ammunition is OK, but there are four barrels of fuel, and not one barrel is missing."

After thinking about it, Chen Mo spoke.

"No! Last time your men destroyed all our fuel reserves, and we didn't have much fuel, just two barrels, not so much. ”

"That's it, except for this Ah Yong, I will also return the other people to you, just four barrels of fuel."

"Other people don't care, just two barrels of fuel, and there are really no more."