Fan Baocai saw the red indicator light on the universal surface plate, flashing very regularly, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, damn Zhou Zhuang, finally got in touch.

Since I met Su Donglai on March 12, 3796, my life has changed dramatically, at the beginning, I just went to install some strange equipment, and the next thing was to crack the security system, and then it was illegal to break into the house, these things, although it has violated the law, but it is very cool to make people do it, and all things are basically under the control of this strange boss, and later, to tell the gang, I don't think it's anything, What's more, he has arranged so many backhands for himself, but, however, the plan is not as fast as the change.

The direct result of the whistleblowing,Although the boss was rescued,But dozens of people died,It put himself in a situation of being held hostage.,A battle this morning,It's really terrible.,Although I usually go to the game hall to experience a few battles.,And the scene of the battle is more intense than this.,But can that be the same.,That's the undead.,And in front of you......

That scar brother, when he saw it last night, that momentum, that fierce posture, at a glance, he knew that he was a fierce man in the mixed society, which made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts, but now, it was a ball of dead meat, and that gun, an unknown person, but in this morning's battle, he was not afraid of death, and more than a dozen shots in his body were knocked off in his legs, but just like it was okay, when there was still the last bit of strength, the first thing he thought of was to hand over the weapon, so that everyone could have the possibility of victory later, Instead of trying to find a way to save your life in the first place.

Is this the legendary hero? Do I want to be a hero? Can I be a hero again? Think about it, forget it, of course, if there is the kind of hero who doesn't have to work hard and doesn't have to fight to the death, let me do it.

Five days, only five days, the world around me has completely changed, Zhou Zhuang, damn Zhou Zhuang, you brought it, even if I die, I will drag you and will not let you have a good time.

It was with this strange mentality that Fan Baocai kept sending messages to Zhou Zhuang, from his own situation, to the attitudes of several people outside, and all kinds of strange worries, and asked Zhou Zhuang to reply.

In the face of his best friend, Zhou Zhuang has no choice, but he has many people to face and many things to deal with. Most of these people who dig private mines are forced to survive, survive in this industry, and can support their families, most of them have two brushes, private miners, this is what they call themselves, in the official face, they have a formal name, called semi-freelancers, or intermittent unemployed, they basically have no taxes, no social security, and of course rarely find trouble with the government, but they will never refuse, when the wind is high and the moon is dark, they will do a handful of murder and goods.

It is based on this status quo, coupled with the fact that they were born in this industry, so even if there are many people who do not like themselves, they do not refuse to communicate with themselves, and those who have the ability and influence of the miners, they also have some more selfish ideas, they want to establish their own power by establishing their own industry federations, or miner organizations, just like the gangsters they often deal with.

Fortunately, this kind of thing has long been in the expectation of the boss of Donglai, so Zhou Zhuang just suggested, as long as it is conducive to improving everyone's survivability and improving everyone's quality of life, he agrees, as for this organization, it doesn't matter if it uses the account he provided.

It is precisely because of this attitude that every time Zhou Zhuang goes to the home of a victim, it is not people from the nearby towns that attract people, but even miners hundreds of kilometers away, who gather, sometimes, from the afternoon of the funeral to the whole evening, Zhou Zhuang is communicating with people, communicating, and even inspiring.

As a person with an honest personality and not very good at words, Zhou Zhuang gives all visitors a simple and reliable impression, fortunately, all of this is Zhou Zhuang's own experience, as for the part of the rhetoric that stirs people's hearts, it is also Su Donglai, in the four months on the taro star, he took the same game method as on the mineral star, let him and Zhou Xiang together, take the form of one question and one answer, and get the results after repeated training.

When talking about his family's life on the taro star, Zhou Zhuang didn't say much, but calculated all the sources of life, necessary living expenses, and all the accounts to the visitors one by one, although there was less risk for the miners, but the quality of life was not only a little bit and a half, which is why he had a life on the taro star, but still went out to mine.

He also talked about the pirate life that the three Qian brothers were about to face, and also talked about the brutal battles that a pirate named Shanzi experienced in the process of his work, and the life and death crises they had to face while making high profits.

Zhou Zhuang's crisp and sometimes chattering conversation, mixed with some messy and inexplicable questions from Fan Baocai from the radio transmitter, gave those who came to visit an impression that with the current situation of these people, being a miner was the best choice at present, and the remaining question was how to better improve their lives under the existing situation.

Among all the possible options, the establishment of an industry federation, the benefits that can be brought and the risks that need to be taken, compared with the two, are almost the best comprehensive benefits, and all the visitors leave with a look of thought.

Fan Baocai added a compilation software about Morse code to the wrist communicator in his hand, and then used a photosensitive port on the communicator to aim at the flashing red light on the multimeter, directly compiled the code into text, and then sent it to the built-in speaker in his ear, and read it directly to him.

In a room similar to a closed room, under the pressure of a continuous, life-and-death test, Fan Baocai barely maintained a normal person's thinking, and under Zhou Zhuang's continuous guidance, a whole day passed.

The situation is very strange now, in the battle yesterday morning, only one person was killed, they were buried, but several were wounded, why did they not see them sent for treatment, but they stayed in this abandoned courtyard, and in the meantime, there was only the talkative sieve, which brought food once.

What's even more strange is that after Zhou Zhuang heard about this, he asked him to carefully look at the packaging, origin, and production period of the food, etc., and told him that this was a base of the other party, and these things were stored by others a long time ago, and the whole place must have good defenses and hidden retreat routes, and told him not to run around, because those defenses are also traps for people who are not familiar with the situation.

Fan Baocai is very strange, this Zhou Zhuang, who has always been a relatively dull person, why did he suddenly become so shrewd? It's strange that you can guess the truth behind it with just a few simple questions.

Not only Fan Baocai is very strange, but Zhou Zhuang is even more strange: why the boss will ask him some questions immediately, and he has made an industry trade union, and now the food packaging that Fan Baocai has seen is also, but what he doesn't know is that any person, as long as he has received relevant training, will know this, and Su Donglai just sorted these common-sense knowledge according to the current environment, and gave priority to Zhou Zhuang those with the highest probability of appearing.

Fan Baocai didn't have time to think about these problems, he saw the people in the opposite room through the crack in the window, obviously busy, a few wounded people who were still able to move, began to plug some things in the corners of each house, windows and other places, or pull out some threads, in short, mysterious.

After watching them finish these things, Fan Baocai's stomach was also hungry, he raised his wrist to look at the time, and after five o'clock in the afternoon, after eating a few packets of compressed dry food again, he fell asleep in a daze.

Fan Baocai woke up suddenly, raised his hand and saw that it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and there was a commotion outside the courtyard.

Soon, the shadow man Xiaohu walked in and said to Fan Baocai sharply: "There are a lot of policemen outside, I guess they want to spend the night, remember, this house is mine, and it is about to be renovated, you are the plumber repairman I hired, and you are here to check the line, do you understand what I mean?" ”

After speaking, he had a gloomy face and stared at Fan Baocai fiercely with his eyes, like a hungry wolf who chooses people to eat.

Fan Baocai felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly nodded and said, "I understand, boss, I understand." ”

Fan Baocai must understand that there are at least more than 100 people in the beheading gang, even if it is nearly 50 people the night before yesterday, all of them are dead, and there are still 50 to 100 people outside, if they know that these people were killed by themselves, then why not hunt down and kill themselves? This is also one of the most important reasons why I am careful to accompany these people, and it is also so that these people can prove that they are innocent people and not worth hunting down.

Fan Baocai didn't go out, he just walked around the yard at will, and soon a large team of policemen came in from outside, and after they came in, they just checked the brainwave casually and determined their identity, and after telling them that they were not allowed to move around at will, they didn't pay much attention to it.

Looking at the police coming in and out, busy there, Fan Baocai's heart moved, and he immediately went up to help, he didn't choose to go to the place where he debugged the monitoring, nor did he go to the communication room, let alone the command center, he directly followed a person to help.

That person should be a technical policeman, that is, an electrician, holding a cord reel, constantly putting long cables on the ground, busy and happy, Fan Baocai is a repair after all, very good at these, and soon helped the policeman, directing electricity to various rooms and distributing them to various equipment.

Fan Baocai didn't see the gangster wounded being transported away, but obviously the police didn't find anything, it seems that it is really like what Zhou Zhuang said, this is a base somewhere, there should be some secret space underground, where are the wounded hiding, and only the two of them are left on the ground.

The police obviously found that Xiao Hu was very dissatisfied with the expropriation of his house, but they didn't care, the government has the right to temporarily requisition the house, not to mention the payment of the fee, what are you dissatisfied with!

Xiaohu, who was drinking tea alone in the room, saw Fan Baocai who was busy chatting harmoniously with the technical policeman, and suddenly his heart moved, and he brought a pot of hot tea and two teacups on a plate and sent them to the room where the two of them were.

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