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"Cao Qi and He Jing haven't come back yet?" A somewhat rough voice rang out in the villa.

"Brother Hao, it's been two days, I'm afraid I'm not already dead outside?" One of the few people sitting on the sofa in the hall said with a frown.

The sofa is carpeted underneath, and the room is luxuriously decorated, with a large crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling in the middle, and the lamp is also turned on during the day, illuminating the whole room.

Several scantily clad women sat on the carpet beside the couch, crouching at the men's feet, seemingly idle.

The middle-aged man sitting in the middle glanced at them and waved impatiently at them with his hand holding his cigar. The women quickly got up, walked to the side hangers, took off their clothes, draped them over their bodies, and walked together up the stairs next to the hall.

The middle-aged man is the person who was called Brother Hao just now, his big name is Guan Zehao, and he has several high-end industries in Songhu City.

The people sitting on the sofa in the room are all his henchmen, these people are Xu Zhangbao, Chen Jiulang and Zhou Biao, all of whom have been with him for more than ten years. Guan Zehao's subordinates used to have hundreds of people, and only these three people were qualified to call him Brother Hao, and the others all called him Guan Ye.

Of course, Guan Ye's name was already played out when he had not yet entered the business world. Guan Zehao was mixed in the underworld in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai when he was young, and he started at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and finally made some fame when he was in his early thirties. In addition, Guan Zehao is ruthless, so he is more open to eat in this area.

Later, when Songhu City vigorously developed Hudong District, Guan Zehao hugged the thigh of a senior official in charge of development. With the help of this big guy, he can finally get a foot in here and occupy a place.

There was someone behind him with an umbrella to support him, Guan Zehao quickly understood the situation, and since then he has gradually cleared his identity. At the beginning, because of his extensive resources and connections, he first opened a security service company. This company has hundreds of people all year round, many of whom are his former horses, and everyone follows him to live, but the black skin on his body is replaced by white skin.

Later, in the years when the demolition tide rose, Guan Zehao's Hauser Security Service Company made a lot of money, and after having money, he saw that the real estate industry was so hot, so he squeezed in and began to get a piece of the pie.

Standing on the tuyere, Guan Zehao finally rode the wind, with the help of the relationship between black and white, coupled with his soft and hard means, he has saved billions of net worth over the years. The days of lying down to make money also consumed the ruthlessness of his mixed society, Guan Zehao gradually got used to the life of the upper class after whitewashing, if it weren't for this sudden disaster, he would still be living a drunken life and counting money lying down.

"Death is death, let's save some rations." Zhou Biao said disapprerovingly, this man with a full face and beard is usually not very trim, and he has been mixed with Guan Zehao for more than ten or twenty years, and his net worth is tens of millions of people, but his personality is still full of market flavor as at the beginning.

"Brother Biao, you can only say this in front of a few of us, so that those brothers outside will hear it, I am afraid that it will chill their hearts." Xu Zhangbao's face was a little thin, and the short hair on his head was still smeared with some oil, unlike Zhou Biao, he still maintained some habits before the disaster every day.

"I can save it," Zhou Biao nodded, took the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff.

"Brother Hao, if we have so few people, although we can alleviate the food crisis a little, it is not a long-term solution," Xu Zhangbao said to Guan Zehao again. "In this large area outside, although there are no people on weekdays, if you don't let people look at it, you always feel bottomless in your heart, if you don't run a few zombies in, something bad will happen."

Xu Zhangbao's words made Guan Zehao and Chen Jiulang both nod, they moved here from Taoyuan Villa, on the one hand, because of the shortage of food, and on the other hand, they also valued the terrain here.

This area is a high-end villa area in Hudong District, famous for the golf course attached to the community, the nearby course is very large, the entire community including the course is closed management, and people from outside generally cannot easily enter.

Guan Zehao also has an industry here, and the total price of the villa he bought has increased several times over the years, of course, now the money has no effect, and the entire villa area is under the control of their group.

Before the disaster, the most valuable thing here was the property, but after the disaster, these expensive houses have become worthless, because there are not many people in the world anymore, and there are empty houses everywhere.

Food has become the most important thing for survivors, followed by medicine and weapons. Guan Zehao and they are entrenched here, in addition to having guns, another reason is that they are numerous.

Some of the horses who followed Guan Zehao before survived, and most of them were very obedient to this boss. The reason for this, in addition to Guan Zehao's prestige over the years, is also the reason why the gun is controlled in the hands of his henchmen.

Occasionally, a few people who took advantage of the outbreak of the disaster to have different hearts were quickly cleared out by Guan Zehao and his henchmen by thunderous means, and the remaining younger brothers became more and more obedient.

Anyway, if you can still live with the boss to eat and drink, it's nothing more than playing with women to line up, everyone has such an idea in their hearts, so they still obey Guan Zehao's words.

Outside the window is the golf course, and the November lawn is still green, with a few yellow bunkers scattered across the uneven grass, and some trees scattered scattered on it.

Guan Zehao's gaze retracted from the window, his thoughts had already thought a little far, and now the survival of their group had reached a bottleneck. First of all, the biggest problem is food, the shortage of food has brought them a lot of trouble, this factor not only limits their activity space, but also limits their development space. You can't go farther without food, and you can't manage more people without food.

Guan Zehao knew that once the people below couldn't eat, then everyone would probably disperse gradually, and no one would be willing to continue to follow him, and even his three henchmen were very likely to be the same.

He was already trying to send out men to find food, but the effect was not obvious, and several brothers had gone out and not returned. Guan Zehao didn't know if they had found a place to hoard food and stayed alone, or if they had already died outside, he only knew that the number of people available to him had plummeted from more than forty at the beginning of the disaster to about half.

"How do you break the game?" Guan Zehao rubbed his forehead. In the past ten years, he has stood on the tuyere, and with the help of black and white, the momentum can be said to be soaring, and he has long been accustomed to smooth sailing. Na Cheng thought that after the disaster broke out, the order of the entire society changed all of a sudden, and the identity of the upper class that he was once proud of became worthless, on the contrary, the society regressed to the jungle period of the jungle of the jungle of the jungle, Guan Zehao is no stranger to this feeling, but he is not used to it.

Guan Zehao is a very smart person, he knows how to conform to the trend of the times and knows how to judge the situation, but more than ten years of pampering and pampering have made him a little slack. How to break the game, this question stumped him, and also stumped the other three people next to him.

"Brother Biao is helping Brother Hao to take care of the underworld, Brother Xu is in charge of the White Road, and I, I can be regarded as Brother Hao's half housekeeper, I have to talk about the current situation at home," Chen Jiulang thought about it in his heart just now, although the situation was not very good, but it was not completely bad. "This zombie began to appear in August, and it's been almost three months now, and we've all taken the road of going out to search for food, but I don't think this road will work."

Guan Zehao and the other two turned their eyes to Chen Jiulang.

"If you think about it, a lot of food, not to mention meat and everything, they are very difficult to store for too long, and three months is a critical point in the shelf life for most foods. There may be some food that can be left in the future, but it will only get less and less. Chen Jiulang only thought of this at the beginning of the food crisis a few days ago, because some of the little food they had left had already been found to be spoiled.

"What do you mean?" Guan Zehao seemed to be inspired by him, and his eyes flickered a little.

"Kill people to eat?" Zhou Biao realized that Chen Jiulang had the wrong meaning, he was taken aback by Chen Jiulang's words, and of course his words also startled everyone.

Killing, Guan Zehao has killed, but although there is a difference between killing and killing and eating, there is a world of difference in feeling.

Guan Zehao had never thought of this thought, until Zhou Biao said it just now, his heart was slightly moved. Of course, he will not take this step unless he has to, unless he is about to starve to death, then he will definitely make a choice. After all, he would rather do anything than die.

"How is it possible, killing people is not terrible, but you can eat it?" Chen Jiulang pursed his lips, "I mean, can we find a way to do something sustainable, such as growing food." ”

"Old Chen, how can we farm, this is all done by those mud legs," Zhou Biao saw that Chen Jiulang said this original meaning, and said with a slight disappointment, "Besides, even if we want to farm, where can we get seeds at this time." ”

Chen Jiulang nodded, "Brother Biao is right, what I just said is just to provide you with an idea and direction, to be honest, I won't farm the land, and we really don't have seeds on hand." ”

Guan Zehao didn't make a sound, with his understanding of Chen Jiulang, he knew that this henchman must have something to do.

Sure enough, after Chen Jiulang paused, he continued, "The number of zombies in the downtown area is too dense, I think we don't need to let the brothers who go out so scattered, it is best to concentrate on going out to search for a direction, and this direction should avoid the downtown area as much as possible, and choose to focus on remote suburbs, where the population is relatively small, and the geographical location may be more conducive to our survival and development." ”

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