Xinyuanjiang covers an area not much larger than Jiangxin Island, but the number of residents is several times that of Jiangxin Island, and the crowded living environment in the city can be imagined, fortunately, they are all Chinese, the world's most populous country, and most of them have long been accustomed to this kind of crowding in the life of squeezing buses, subways, and apartments day after day. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Xiaoqian wandered around the inner city of Xinyuanjiang for a while, feeling a little bored. Compared with Jiangxin Island, which has complete facilities in all aspects, the entertainment industry is not lacking, and the cultural environment is gradually improving, the new Yuanjiang River under comprehensive military control can be described as gloomy, and the only thing worth seeing is the Great Wall outside the city.

Zhao Jiang didn't know what to think, and finally handed over the command to Jiang Haichao. has a warlord style, if the outside world is not safe and sound, I am afraid that Jiang Haichao will really become an independent warlord. Fortunately, the country is still there, and he is afraid that he will be liquidated after the autumn. Yang Xiaoqian walked on the narrow road, looked around, and saw the stinking domestic garbage piled up in the residential area, the hungry refugees with yellow faces and thin eyes, and the temporary dilapidated tents, and couldn't help sighing.

Jiang Haichao may have been an officer who was good at commanding troops, but he was neither an administrator who knew how to govern a city, nor a qualified ruler who was good at employing people. Although Zhao Jiang, the former commander of the 258th Brigade, did not know how to manage the city, he knew people well and appointed them on the basis of merit, just like Yang Xiaoqian in the past, who did not know how to manage, but he could choose the right person to put in the management position to act as his authority.

With the assistance of a capable person like Liu Yuanzhou, even if a dog sits in the position of Jiang Haichao, it will not make Xinyuanjiang this virtue. Of course, it can't be said that Jiang Haichao is not as good as a dog, but the dog sits in the command position, which will not affect Liu Yuanzhou's performance.

Jiang Haichao will not be at the mercy of others like a dog, it can be seen from the way he plays when he leads his troops to fight that he is a more cautious and suspicious person than Yang Xiaoqian, and unlike Yang Xiaoqian, Jiang Haichao is very jealous, when Zhao Jiang was in office, his relationship with Liu Yuanzhou was not harmonious, and when he took power, he was even more vigilant and excluded Liu Yuanzhou everywhere, although Liu Yuanzhou helped him a lot, he still tried every means to suppress Liu Yuanzhou.

"However, at that time, the situation was urgent, and it was not easy for Zhao Jiang to face death and make arrangements in the face of danger, and there was no time for him to carefully consider who was the best successor, so he could only choose Jiang Haichao, who he trusted and was most optimistic about." Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoqian sighed and began to seriously consider one thing.

"Should I make a will?"

No one can control the future, no one knows what will happen tomorrow, and wisdom like Liu Yuanzhou cannot guarantee that he will master everything and let his opponents dance with his baton. After a lapse of three months, Liu Yuanzhou and Yang Xiaoqian were able to roughly restore the original appearance before and after the First World War, but at that time, many forces were deceitful and turned the battle of wits into a melee, Liu Yuanzhou, Yang Xiaoqian, Yang Yuechen, Lin Wanyu, Bai, no one really counted the final ending.

If there is a slight mistake in it, maybe Yang Xiaoqian will not live today. And it was just a small group battle, and in the foreseeable future, such battles will continue to happen, even if they can survive the crisis of living corpses and wipe out the mutants, and there will be other disasters in the future, who knows when and when they will die?

If Yang Xiaoqian was alone, just a civilian, then he would be dead, but now he is the supreme leader of the Far Salvation Association, and he is about to become the core figure of the Council of the Awakened, and he has the interests of countless people at risk. If there is a sudden accident and he dies suddenly like Zhao Jiang, it will cause great chaos.

Although he is very reluctant to think about it, Yang Xiaoqian will not be conceited that he will never face danger, in fact, he has stepped into the ghost gate three times so far, so Yang Xiaoqian thinks that it is necessary for him to think about making a proper will and arranging the future.

Of course, the plan must keep up with the changes, which means that his will must be updated in real time, this kind of thing ordinary people will have a headache when they think about it, but Yang Xiaoqian is not an ordinary person, so he decided to do it.

Thinking about this matter in his mind, Yang Xiaoqian walked on the road casually, and was stopped by the patrol team of the 258th Division several times to check his identity documents, and it took a lot of time to wander all the way before he came to the branch of the Zombie Hunter Guild set up in Xinyuanjiang: No. 2 Fortress.

The relationship between the Hunter Guild and the Far Rescue Society is very delicate, from the perspective of the formation process, the Hunter Guild was established with the help and support of the Far Rescue Society and developed into an organization with nearly 1,000 people, but the Far Rescue Guild only played a role in promoting and supervising the Hunter Guild from beginning to end, and did not interfere in the internal affairs of the guild, and the Hunter Guild itself was a relatively loose organization, so Jiang Haichao did not oppose the Hunters Guild setting up a branch in the new Yuanjiang.

After all, this is also a good thing for him, not only to solve the employment problem of some of the thorns in the city, but also to further reduce the pressure on the surrounding defenses. In the past, when zombies appeared, it would take a team of hundreds of people to solve them, and a lot of fuel would be burned to the back and forth, and once a corpse hunter settled in the inner city, no matter where there was an enemy, this group of people would be like sharks smelling blood, swarming to kill the zombies that appeared as soon as possible.

Yang Xiaoqian came here to find Yu Qian, the inner city of Xinyuanjiang implements comprehensive military control, and this is the only place where you can drink openly in the entire inner city.

Before you enter the door, you can hear the noisy sound inside, you can imagine the chaotic scene inside, these corpse hunters are not as casual as in other places in Xinyuanjiang, they encounter patrols armed to the teeth, and no matter how good the corpse hunting team is, they have to be careful, after all, no matter how strong they are, can they be stronger than the armored battalion of the 258th Division? After being suppressed in Xinyuanjiang City for a long time, entering the guild is like entering a safe zone, and the mood is relaxed all of a sudden, and it is normal to be noisy.

Listening to their vulgar swear words and swearing, Yang Xiaoqian laughed happily for some reason, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and walked forward unhurriedly, when he walked to the door, the door opened by itself, and it was the black ghost who pushed the door for him beside him.

As in the Zero Point Bar, Yang Xiaoqianfu, who was overly dressed, attracted many eyes as soon as he walked indoors, like a magnet thrown into a pile of iron ingots.

looked around, but didn't find Yu Qian, Yang Xiaoqian was a little surprised, could it be that this guy is really obedient and quit drinking? Just thinking about where Yu Qian might have gone, Yang Xiaoqian found a random place to sit down, and as soon as he sat down, he found that someone next to him was staring at him with an unhappy expression.

"Little brother, this is my place."

Yang Xiaoqian turned his head to look at several other people on the table, obviously knowing the person with the wine next to him, and also glared at him with a displeased expression.

Then he turned his head to look at the man standing next to him, with a big scar on his face, holding a large glass of beer, the yellow and clear liquor piled up to the rim of the glass, and the white foam was sliding down the wall of the glass.

Somehow, Yang Xiaoqian suddenly remembered the scarface he killed when he returned to Paradise Island for the second time a long time ago. At that time, human life was so worthless, even a high school graduate whose mentality had not been completely reversed could take a few lives at will after having the ability, and it had no impact afterwards.

If there were no organizations like the Far Rescue Association and the Finger on the Corpse, no leaders like Liu Yuanzhou and himself, no righteous men like Fang Yu and Tang Tao who shed their blood, and no soldiers like Zhao Jiang and Wang Hai who dared to sacrifice, maybe today, human life would be even less valuable, right?

"Hey, little brother, what are you thinking, sleepwalking?" Feeling ignored, the man's tone was a little unkind, "Get out of my seat, okay?" ”

"yes, okay." Yang Xiaoqian glanced at the scar on his face, smiled and got up to get out of the seat, which was so unexpected that it was unexpected.