In the office on the top floor of the Baohe Building, Fang Jin sat on a chair and quietly looked at the bald man standing in front of him.

"Hehe, welcome home."

The bald man was a little restrained by Fang Jin's gaze, and said with a smile.

"You've had a good time."

Fang Jin stood up, came to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the scenery below and said.

"Don't dare, it's all cultivated by the boss, and now that the boss is back, Baohe will naturally return to the boss's hands."

The bald man smiled reluctantly, it was impossible to say that he really didn't have any ideas, but when he thought of the tragic situation when the fat snake died, he immediately had no idea, and even if he did, he had to hide it deeply.

"Baohe, I don't need it, you are still the leader, this point is given to you by me, naturally I won't take it back, this time I came back because of something else."

Fang Jin said.

"Go to the soup and go to the fire, go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, as long as the boss says a word, the bald man will never frown, no matter what it is, it will be handed over to me, boss, in Hong Kong, Baohe still has a certain strength."

Hearing that Fang Jin was not interested in Baohe and was not ready to seize his power, the bald head immediately patted his chest and promised.

"Very good, very good!"

Seeing the bald man's assurance, Fang Jin nodded with satisfaction.

………

A month later, in an abandoned warehouse in Tsim Sha Tsui, Ho Chung Ming shook hands with the three temples who came to trade with a smile on his face.

"Haha, Sansi-kun, did you come in time?"

He Zhongming said with a smile.

"He Jun is also very punctual, I don't know if we have brought everything we want?"

Sanji Mashige also said with a smile.

"It's been brought."

He Zhongming waved his hand, and immediately a little brother stepped forward and brought over a suitcase.

"Open!"

Under an order, the younger brother slowly opened the suitcase with gloves, only to see a slight blue light flashing, and a cold air came out of the suitcase, which was a few blue reagents that had been preserved at low temperature.

Sanji Zhenzhong saw the reagent, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he also put on a pair of gloves, and then gently took out a tube and looked at it carefully, "This is the kind of biochemical virus you are talking about?" ”

"Yes, this is the T-line 4 virus, referred to as the T-4 virus, which has appeared once in Russia so far."

He Zhongming nodded.

"I didn't expect that you gangs in Hong Kong are still very energetic, and you can even get this kind of thing."

Sanji said with a smile.

"Hehe, your Yamaguchi-gumi are not bad, this kind of thing is not something that everyone can enjoy."

He Zhongming said with a smile.

"Well, if it's true, we'll pay ten million dollars each."

"Ten million? Sorry, the minimum is fifty million, as for the real or fake, you can take a look at the finished product. ”

As soon as He Zhongming stretched out his hand, a few younger brothers quickly moved a box that seemed to be the size of a coffin and was bound by iron chains.

"Let them open their eyes."

He Zhongming signaled, and the younger brother immediately took a huge plier to break the iron chain tied to the coffin, and broke it with his hand, and the lid of the box was suddenly opened.

"Roar!"

As soon as it was opened, a tyrannical roar came out of the box, startling some of the Japanese who wanted to come up to see it.

"Let's see."

He Zhongming didn't feel anything, let go of his body, and said to the three temples.

Mitsuji Mashige was also startled when he heard the roar, but he recovered instantly, and after coughing, he stepped forward and looked inside the box.

I saw that there were also a large number of chains inside, these chains locked a white man with blue and purple skin and red eyes inside, this person kept struggling, there was no trace of humanity in his eyes, only bloodthirsty desire, and after seeing Sanji Zhenzhong again, he roared loudly, and two fangs more than an inch long stretched out of his mouth.

"It's good, I just don't know if it's really like those zombies in the movie, not afraid of pain, never tired, and has no Achilles heel except for the head."

Sanji Mashige observed for a while and said.

"Kuroko, go try it and let them see."

He Zhongming gestured to a strong man standing beside him.

"Yes, Boss."

Kuroko nodded, took out a pistol from his arms and stepped forward, shooting five shots at the zombies in the box, all below the head, but this behavior had no other effect than to make the zombies more manic, and even the blood did not flow out of the wounds from those bullets at all.

Seeing this, Kuroko put away his pistol, pulled out a machete on his waist, took two steps forward, and slashed at the zombie several times, but the result was the same, even if the bones could already be seen in those wounds, but the zombie did not have a trace of pain or discomfort at all except for roaring.

"Very good, this is exactly the perfect fighter we need, not afraid of pain, tireless, this will bring the most feared effect to the enemy."

Seeing Kuroko's performance, Sanji Mashige said with satisfaction.

"Since we're satisfied, let's talk about the price."

He Zhongming asked the zombie to be carried down, and then said with a smile.

"Fifty million, no problem, but we also have to bring back this zombie."

After some bargaining, He Zhongming didn't let go, and Sanji Zhenzhong had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, it's just a corpse anyway, you can take it."

He Zhongming nodded indifferently.

Three days later, in the secret base under the Yamaguchi Group, Yuro Honda, as the president, looked intently at a huge fluorescent screen in front of him, only to see that the white zombies transported back from Hong Kong were biting an experimenter who was still inside, and blood was spraying out along the experimenter's body, and the white zombie stuffed the meat into his mouth.

"You did a good job, Sanji, I'm very satisfied with this virus called T-4, as long as I have it, those European and American ghost animals won't be arrogant for long."

Honda Yuro said with a smile.

"Yes, it was all a wise decision of the president, I was just running errands."

Sanji really bowed and said.

"Well, bring these potions to our laboratory and see if we can replicate them, since those bears can make them, I believe that our Yamato nation will be able to do it too."

Honda Yurou put down the potion in his hand and stood up and said.

"Yes, I will definitely let them speed up the copying, how do those bears know the power of this kind of thing, as long as it can be manufactured on a large scale, we Japan will definitely stand on top of the world, even if it is China, it will not want to defeat us again."

Sanji Mashige said excitedly.

"It seems that the bloodline of the military family in your body is still there, don't worry, Japan will one day return the original shame, no matter who it is, you will have to pay the price!"

A cold glint flashed in Honda Yuro's eyes.

"Oh no, that zombie is banging on the gate, quick! Stop him with liquid, and his strength grows. ”

But at this moment, the experimenters cried out in panic.