Lao Yang, who was hiding behind the crowd and was silent, began to count the supplies, only to see him take out a notebook and begin to command, obviously he was already very experienced in classifying the materials. In addition to a large amount www.biquge.info of mutant beast jerky, there is also food and considerable weapons.

An hour later, it was still dark and I couldn't see my fingers.

Lao Yang held the notebook and handed it to Chen Guang, wiped his forehead and said tiredly: "I don't know about the guns, all the food is here." ”

Chen Guang opened the title page, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

There are actually 7 mutant crystals, of different sizes, emitting huge energy fluctuations.

100 bags of mutant beast jerky, each bag is about 150 catties, a total of 7.5 tons. Thinking that the aroma that wafted just now was the smell of the dried meat of these mutant beasts, it seemed that the Qi family brothers were really painstaking.

Not to mention the difference in strength between mutant beasts and humans in the early stage, let's just say that ordinary people have no experience and tools to start hunting, and the number of hunts will not be too much at all. Moreover, the process of deboning the thin skin of mutant beasts and drying fresh meat into jerky requires a huge amount of work.

With these mutant beast jerky, it is easier to train soldiers without consuming the life essence, and if you can awaken one or two abilities, the rewards will be even richer.

He continued to look at the 400 bags of rice, a total of 10 tons, and all kinds of spices were not counted, and the rest was not very attractive.

Then Chen Guang personally counted the guns, and in a small factory director's office, the furniture was swept away, and he smiled after taking a step inside.

There were neatly arranged 95 automatic rifles in the room, 30 of which were swept away, 15 more empty magazines, and 725 rifle bullets, which, combined with the remaining bullets from before, could probably fight a moderately violent street fight.

When the pistols were counted, Chen Guang found that there were only 5 of the 92 pistols, and he did not find the box where the bullets were placed, so he opened the magazine and found that there were only a pitiful 75 rounds in total. Chen Guang thought about it, and it was good to equip it for the women in the base.

There were two small boxes piled up in the corner: one was ten Type 67 wooden grenades in the military's inventory, two of which were slightly rusty due to lack of maintenance. The other is a neat 82-2 oval grenade. If it weren't for the Qi family brothers' overconfidence in their abilities and didn't bring these family backgrounds with them, they wouldn't have failed so quickly.

At this time, Zhu Kui was holding a shiny suitcase, trotted to Chen Guang's side and said with a smile: "Boss, I found this thing!" ”

Chen Guang opened it suspiciously, and found that it was a disassembled Type 88 sniper rifle, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, he had also used firearms in his previous life, and soon found something unusual. The sniper rifle has been revised, with a higher scope and tactical fishbone rails, and the bipod has been repositioned with an additional silencer.

This modified version of the Type 88 sniper rifle, mostly used by special police, has a king character engraved on the left side of the gun body, which is obviously the surname of the previous owner, and is equipped with 100 bullets!

Chen Guang's eyes lit up when he saw this revised sniper rifle, and Lao Yan, as an ace sniper in his previous life, was familiar with the use of various firearms. The effective range of this sniper rifle is only 1,000 meters, but Chen Guang knows that Lao Yan can hit a moving toothpick from 1,200 meters away.

As long as you give him time to practice, it won't be a problem to get back to the level of the moment.

Chen Guang put the mutant spar in his pocket, closed the suitcase, and instructed Zhu Kui: "Tell them to start moving things." ”

There are too many materials in the Qi family's nest, it takes time to move, and the two trucks can't be loaded at all, but this is not a problem, there are abandoned vehicles everywhere, and with a little time and manpower, they can be up and running at any time.

The women on the first floor were restless, and after making sure that they wouldn't do anything too much, they kept scratching their heads at the two guarding them. After the didn't get a response, they all laughed in a low voice at the girls who were porters.

After loading all the supplies into the car, Chen Guang asked everyone to get into the car and prepare to leave.

As for the girls who were willing to work, they were soaked and tired, looking at the empty seats in the car, looking a little cramped, they were not sure if Chen Guang would abandon them, they had already experienced this situation many times.

"You guys can get in the car." Chen Guang said lightly, whether it is an alien or an ordinary person, there is always a division of labor suitable for them.

"Thank you! Thank you! Several girls were ecstatic and climbed into the car in a panic, but because their thighs trembled, their feet slipped on the fender, and they were reached out to grab them to stabilize their figures.

When the convoy was about to leave, the women who had earned nothing for it wanted to climb into the truck in a grand manner.

Chen Guang just glanced at the situation in the rearview mirror, and said in disgust to let them go, without him doing it himself, and the people in the back compartment pointed their guns at their heads and drove them out of the car.

After being driven out of the car, he looked at Chen Guang, who abandoned them, in surprise, obviously unable to accept this reality. Before, they were still laughing at the girls who struggled to carry the rice bags, and there was a lot of disdain in the laughter.

"Ouch, little brother, don't be so ruthless. Bring your sister bag and you're happy, you look at Bai Huahua's thighs! ”

For the woman stuck in front of the car, Chen Guang turned his head to look at Zhu Kui, who saw the cold decision in his eyes, so he called two people, picked up his rifle and smashed it at the heads of the group of women, and in a wail, the convoy started with a roar.

"If you don't leave, the wheels will run over your white thighs, and when the time comes, it's up to you to crawl out of here on your own." Zhu Kui reminded.

At this moment, they obviously can't accept this reality, and they want to splash and roll but are afraid of each other, afraid that they will really drive over.

At this time, the lifeless beautiful woman suddenly appeared on the roof of the building, jumped headfirst in the direction of the rising sun, and with a loud bang, brain blood sprayed all over the ground.

The women were frightened and fled screaming.

After the convoy disappeared around the corner, the women began to curse, and then reluctantly wiped a handful of blood from their foreheads and ran in the direction of the ghost market.

......

Chen Guang sat in the co-pilot and looked at the surrounding environment, the car suddenly turned and let him recover his thoughts, it turned out that there was a zombie with a broken leg crawling not far away.

It suddenly occurred to him that no one in this world had yet studied the corpse core and the essence of life, so it was no wonder that they had a great fear of zombies.

The convoy followed its original route and soon returned to the garage.

From a very early stage, Chen Guang knew that the material transportation work was barely possible to rely on a few strengthened people to carry it in the early days, but it was obviously a waste of resources to carry out this simple work for a long time.

Therefore, he needs more people to work for him, so that he can train a group of strengthened soldiers, the most important liberation ability, so that several people in the base can concentrate on the enhanced use of ability.

The more people you have, the more weapons and food you need.

Crunch~~

The doors of the garage slowly opened, and the convoy returned safely. Leaving the matter to the people below to deal with, Chen Guang handed over the suitcase to Lao Yan.

Originally, in the factory director's office, Lao Yan opened the suitcase and rubbed his hands vigorously, his eyes were full of surprise.

Lao Yan touched the cold barrel of the gun with some obsession, closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered those days in the South China Sea. When he was at the center of the crisis, he did not raise a gun to commit suicide, I really don't know if it was lucky or unlucky.

He assembled a revised version of the Type 88 sniper rifle, and it only took him fifteen seconds to eagerly test the performance of the sniper rifle.

Suddenly, the door of the factory director's office was pushed open, and a flat-headed boy suddenly appeared at the door, he gasped and looked up, stunned by the muzzle of the black hole.

"Boss, it's here!"