The godfather's brows are tighter and tighter, in the eyes of others, he is now above 10,000 people, holding the power of life and death of dozens of people in this industrial zone, everyone sees him, like seeing the emperor of the soil in the old days, only promised, dare not have the slightest disrespect. But in fact, only the godfather himself knew that the troubles in his heart could not be filled even if he used ten bamboo baskets.

The reason why he can be infinitely beautiful and send others at will is because, in the minds of these people, there is no second option with less risk than to follow him. Because of this, the foundation of his "rule" is very shaky, in case he can no longer lead the people to find enough food; Or, one day, these people will appear like saviors in their dreams, and these people will rush to the military to throw their arms into the arms, and some of them may even cut him down as a vote.

The military may still be just an illusory conjecture, but the shortage of food is imminent, it turns out that the Lijiang River has been out of control for a long time, and the warehouses around the abandoned industrial area have been almost looted by them, without food, they can only move, but where to go, the godfather's heart, has not been bottomed.

"Boss, maybe we can ask her." The beard brought a bottle of unopened mineral water.

"You mean the girl you caught?"

"Hmm. Remember the group we met in Seven Sons the other day? This girl and the child are like two of them. At the suggestion of the godfather, the beard walked in and placed the bottle of mineral water in front of the godfather, "At that time you said that they were well-equipped and well-prepared, but they were outsiders, which means that there must be a settlement in this vicinity. ”

The godfather's hand that wanted to get the water bottle retracted like lightning, and he gently slapped the tabletop, and then squeezed the table glass fiercely: "I'll tell you again, don't have this illusion." What we can do now is to find a place where we can farm as soon as possible. ”

The godfather's plan for the future is easy to say, but it is very difficult to do, because Chinannan has always been known to the outside world for its many mountains and few lands, and the land that can be cultivated is owned by the owner, and no one knows whether madness has spread to the countryside. If not, the aborigines there are 100% unwilling to give them the land, and if it spreads, how can they be the opponent of more than 100 infected people with their current 30 or so people?

"How's the food?"

"It's just enough for everyone to save a week."

The godfather sighed, lowered his body, took out a map from the drawer of the table, spread it flat on the table, and in only two seconds, found the place that had been chosen to explore: "Let's go here today." Tomorrow, we're going to start preparing for the retreat. ”

"Where are you going?" Beard leaned closer, and tried to find the Godfather's favorite place on the map, knowing that since the Godfather said he was leaving, he must have planned it properly.

"This." The place where the godfather's finger is pointed is the granary of Xiaobeihe!

"Granary?"

"This is just the first stop, our destination, is Bayang." As the godfather spoke, his fingers slowly moved northward, over the Lin Mountain Range, across the Heishui River system, and finally stopped on the fertile Bayang Plain, "This is our only way out." ”

"But it's hundreds of kilometers."

"The food that has it will rot, and if we don't plant the first seeds before we do, we'll all starve to death." The godfather repeated this sentence, and on the first day of losing control, he began to say what no one listened, but now, this sentence has slowly become the best proof that he has "foresight". As for why he didn't take these people to Bayang earlier, it's very simple, no matter how great a person's strength is, in the end, he still can't beat a group.

"Okay, I'll call the four teams to prepare now." The beard habitually stroked his dirty beard, but this time, he was saying his final goodbye to his beloved beard, "click", "click", the cold collision sound of big scissors resounded throughout the office.

"Finally willing to shave?" The godfather joked, "I thought you really used this beard as your wife." ”

"You're still the boss, see far."

"Tell the girl to come along." The godfather let go of his grip on the glass table and unscrewed the cap of the bottle, "Tell her to pick up more useful medicines." ”

"Yes."

"Knock Knock"

"Four teams out! Got to work. The row of warehouses at the entrance of the factory was knocked on the "knock". The one who shouted was a man of medium stature, but with a loud voice, he wore a black face for singing Peking Opera, a blue bicycle raincoat on his body, and a pair of green water shoes on his feet, but at his waist, he was carrying a big knife from nowhere, which looked funny and terrifying.

The numb men in front began to stir, and in a moment seven or eight stood up, and these people who were shouted, without exception, all wore two more pieces of clothing, and then walked out one by one. However, the black face did not stop, but walked all the way into the factory, and those who were not called all took a few steps back as he passed in front of him, as if avoiding something.

Zhao An seemed to know the reason, and softly called Bai Yunlian, who was still holding her knees in a daze, and reached out and patted the floor beside her: "Maybe it's coming to you." ”

"Huh? Looking for me? ”

"Of course, there are no idlers here."

This seems to be true, in this situation, where will there be a group to support an idler who does nothing? It seems that this "prison" is not stable either.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Yunlian changed her panicked expression, the black face walked to the two of them, and her voice was slightly suppressed: "Girl, get up." ”

"Oh." Bai Yunlian stood up obediently, so fast that she herself was surprised—I don't know if she was frightened by the knife.

"Let's go." After the black face finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Be careful." Zhao An whispered behind the two of them.

"Hmm."

As soon as she got out of the door of the factory, Bai Yunlian was shocked again, it turned out that those people in the No. 3 battalion were also pulled out, there were six in total, both men and women, but most of them were old people with frosted temples, and only one was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, but his left hand, for some reason, looked like it was dislocated, "hanging" under his shoulder, and it seemed that it could be broken at any time. Moreover, the look of this group of people is much more haggard than that of the people of the second battalion, and there is not much flesh on their faces, and it is estimated that under the wrinkled skin, there are bones.

Those who came out of the second battalion subconsciously moved away from these six people, and turned their heads consciously or unconsciously, as if they would become one of them if they only needed to make contact with them for a second longer.

There are two strong men on the office building, these two people are on their shoulders, each carrying a woven bag, the bag is not sealed, a few bright blades, it is exposed, these knives, it is estimated that they are all brand goods bought from the big supermarket, but look at the color, it is much better than the kitchen knives produced in the small workshop. "Bang", "bang", two bags of blades were placed on the ground, and the two strong men grabbed the bags and pulled them back, and the whole picture of those blades was revealed.

It turns out that behind each blade, an iron pipe is welded, and the length of the iron pipe is about 60 centimeters, but the style of the blade is more miscellaneous, including bone chopping knives, multi-purpose knives, and medium slice knives. Those who came out of the No. 2 battalion seemed to have already been familiar with the steps, and without waiting for the black face or the two men to speak, they consciously stepped forward and picked up a short "spear", and some even habitually slapped their palms with the body of the spear.

"Do you use your hands?" The loud but cold voice of the black face suddenly came from Bai Yunlian's right ear, but she couldn't help but push her forward.

Can I take it too? Bai Yunlian was surprised and delighted, she also thought that she was going to be like those people who came out of the third battalion, but she didn't expect that there would be "preferential treatment", although this broken thing was far worse than the one that the cheeks took away from herself-that multi-purpose saber, but the standard weapons of the serious eighteen, whether it is steel or forging methods, are not comparable to these family knives. But no matter what you say, it's better than nothing, live first and then talk about the rest.

In the office building, another strong man came down, only to see him holding three rectangular shields, carrying a woven bag on his back, in the middle of these plastic shields, there is a thick black line, and in the middle of the thick line, the word "police" is "singled out". One of the two strong men who came down just now picked up a shield, and then pulled out a machete sixty or seventy centimeters long from the woven bag.

After the equipment was neatly equipped, the men of the three battalions were united, the six men of the third battalion walked in the front, the second battalion followed in the middle, and the four strongest men with the best equipment followed behind and pressed into formation.