As Su Hao's agent, Zhou Xiaohan will spare no effort to implement every instruction in New Guiyang.

He didn't know that he had been unknowingly transformed into a "worker bee", but according to Su Hao's request, he collected as much food as possible in a short period of time and transported it all to the direction of New Guiyang.

A guy with a fat body and a wrinkled face was the first to break the ice. He vigorously extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stroked his oily head, and said unhappily with a high-minded and arrogant look: "Mr. Zhou, we have never worked together before. With all due respect, I personally think there are still doubts about the strength of the "Zhou", ———— you only said the exchange price, but did not tell us the specific amount required. Hehe...... You have to understand that there is a difference between business practices and petty business. One ton of rice can only be regarded as a small fight, and a thousand tons of rice can be regarded as a business. We are all businessmen, not merchants who walk the streets with flat shoulders. ”

The contempt and contempt for the ingredients are all too obvious. As soon as the words came out, the other people present suddenly laughed. They responded to each other unscrupulously, flicking cigarette ash and spitting smoke, and one guy squirted the coffee he had just drunk in his mouth with a crisp "poof", and the hazel liquid splashed everywhere, causing a burst of scolding and confusion.

The corners of Zhou Xiaohan's eyes twitched, but he still maintained the most basic etiquette. He suppressed the urge to throw the guys in front of him out of the window, smiled reluctantly, and said to the fat man with a smooth appearance, "You're right, business is not the same as petty business. The reason why I have invited you here is to negotiate this deal. I asked for a lot of food, at least ......"

"A lot?"

Next to him, a middle-aged man with a thin figure sneered again: "How much is a lot?" Without an exact number, more than "3" can be counted as a lot. Three catties, thirty catties, or three tons? ”

A trace of anger flashed in Zhou Xiaohan's eyes, he looked at the middle-aged man with an arrogant expression, his tone was cold, and he said extremely clearly: "No matter how much food you can come up with, I can exchange it." ”

The laughter in the room died down, and the arrogance on people's faces began to subside. The four of them looked at Zhou Xiaohan from different angles, and this was the first time that they showed a serious gaze in their eyes after they walked into the hall and sat down

Zhou Xiaohan's expression was solemn, and his body was straight. On his face, which has been roughened by the years, a majesty based on power and strength emerges. At his age, he has experienced more than ordinary people, and the changes and pains have made him more and more urban. Words that come out of their mouths are naturally more credible than those of young people.

The fat man wiped his chin and asked tentatively, "You mean, as long as it's food, there's no limit to the amount of exchange?" ”

Zhou Xiaohan sat precariously and bowed his head slightly: "As many as I want, I will ask for as much as I want." ”

A man who was smoking vigorously interjected: "The exchange goods are all weapons and fuel? ”

"Of course."

Zhou Xiaohan showed his unique pride: "In the on-site transaction, both sides have to count the goods and quantity, I don't need to deceive you." ”

The skinny middle-aged man began to get excited. This special emotion comes from Zhou Xiaohan's attitude, as well as his contempt for the nouveau riche, and the huge strength gap between himself and the other party.

He unconsciously raised his voice and waved his fist in annoyance: "Before you say such things, you should weigh them carefully. Do you know what the productivity of our companies is? How much stock is there? How much food can be mobilized? Mr. Zhou, according to the price you proposed, the weapons and fuel used for exchange is an extremely large number. Do you have that many guns? Is there so much oil? ”

Zhou Xiaohan put his left hand on his knee, his fingers flicking slightly. He was silent for nearly half a minute before he raised his head and met the middle-aged man's forced gaze.

"Since I've invited you here, I'm sure I'll have enough to rely on. You can rest assured that weapons and fuel are no problem. As long as you can come up with the food, I guarantee that the transaction will go smoothly. Exchanging weapons for food is a good deal that is sure to make a profit. ”

These words were full of anger, even if they were fools, they would not suspect that Zhou Xiaohan would lie on this issue.

The fat man lit a cigarette and frowned for a long time before asking another and the last question.

"Mr. Zhou, if things are really as you said, then the "Zhou Group" does have enough sincerity and strength. However, what I want to know is, where are you going to place the specific trading location? ”

Zhou Xiaohan smiled calmly.

He crossed Erlang's legs and said relaxedly, "Just south of Base City, the empty space between warehouses six and seven, what do you think?" ”

The warehouse space in the south of the base city is large, not far from the city gate, and the surrounding area is very empty, there are not many architectural obstacles, plus the convenience of warehouses and transportation, major commercial groups usually regard this place as the preferred trading area.

The four groups should have privately agreed that each of the four groups would give 500 tons of food in exchange, for a total of 2,000 tons.

That's not a lot at all. With Zhou Xiaohan's understanding, the other party can come up with dozens of times more food. Considering that it was the first time to cooperate, Zhou Xiaohan didn't have much to say, so he could only open the truck door and move boxes full of weapons according to the pre-agreed proportions.

The fat man glanced at Zhou Xiaohan who was standing in front of him, raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and more than a dozen followers and bodyguards standing behind him immediately rushed forward, pried open the box with an iron rod, and found that all the "Type 95" assault rifles were neatly placed inside.

A strong man with high cuffs and a gray jacket picked up a gun and skillfully inspected the condition of all parts. After more than ten minutes, he picked up the rifle that smelled of engine oil, walked quickly back to the fat man, and approached, his voice very low.

"Boss, I've checked, these guns are used old goods. It is well maintained, with slight wear and tear, and can be converted into eighty percent new, which should be a retired product color. ”

The fat man's hair is thinning and his beard is already gray. He turned his head, glanced at the personnel of the "Zhou Group" who were also inspecting food in his truck, and asked quietly: "Where is the ammunition?" How about the quality

The strong man put the gun behind his back and replied in the same tone: "The people in the third and fourth groups are checking, there is no problem with the quantity, dozens of rounds were randomly sampled just now, and the quality is acceptable, and there is no failure." ”

The fat man nodded in satisfaction and continued to ask, "What else did you find besides these?" ”

The strong man hesitated, grabbed the fat man's arm, pushed him, and the two of them quickly left Zhou Xiaohan's sight and walked to a truck.

"Boss, these weapons are all left over from the military. It's hard to get something of similar quality without enough connections and connections. I don't have much contact with the people of the "Zhou family", so it's naturally difficult to draw conclusions about character. However, the exchange price they offered was fair, and we took advantage of it. As far as the transaction itself is concerned, it is actually very worthwhile. Boss, you are an understanding person, you should be able to see that "Zhou's" is almost giving us a lot of benefits for nothing. Because they only need food, just food......"

The strong man's spitting made the fat man very unhappy: "Just say anything, don't hide it." ”

"Then I'll be blunt."

The strong man shrugged his shoulders: "You'd better not mess with these guys." People who can afford to get their hands on decommissioned weapons basically have unique backgrounds. I suggest you treat this as a normal exchange of goods and don't think anything else. "Zhou's" people are very strong, and we are not opponents at all. ”

"Oh?"

The fat man's eyes narrowed slightly.

He was familiar with his men. The strong man is a ruthless character, and there are few people who can be eye-catching. Being able to make him say this, the strength of Zhou Xiaohan and his subordinates can be seen.

This piqued the fat man's curiosity even more: "Very strong? How strong is it, exactly? ”

The strong man raised his head, and his tone became more serious than ever: "There are fortified people among them. Moreover, more than one. ”

The territory of the "Zhou Group" is located to the north of Area A. It is a group of buildings that are adjacent to each other, separated from the surrounding area by a road.

With the exception of military-controlled areas, the use of electricity is restricted in all areas of the base city. In order to ensure the energy supply, the Hao consortium has set up a small power plant outside the city, with special connection lines. The "Zhou" group obviously does not have such financial resources, and there are only a few lights on inside the territory, the light is weak, and the guards patrolling the rooftops are sparse. They were obviously not interested in this protective work, and it was just after two o'clock in the morning, and the patrol was no longer visible around the roof, and the whole territory fell silent.

Of course, if you listen closely, you can still hear a dull and faint snoring.

Under the cover of night, a group of heavily armed men crept into the building. Roughly calculated, there are about two or three hundred. They are dressed in uniforms of all colors, blending in with their surroundings and making them difficult to detect even at close range.

"An upstart is a nouveau riche. There is no way to solve the power problem, and even dare to meddle in the transaction of bulk goods. Tut-tut-tut, this is simply putting the money out for nothing, telling everyone to come and get it if you want. ”

The voice was soft and evil, sounding unspeakably offensive. As a figure surrounded by many armed men appeared in the light from far and near, it gradually revealed the face of a thin middle-aged man.

As long as it is not a large-scale armed conflict, the military is not usually involved in the situation in civilian areas.

The four groups came up with 2,000 tons of food, which was just a kind of temptation. The purpose was to see if the "Zhou family" could come up with a sufficient amount of weapons and fuel. The result was shocking, Zhou Xiaohan had so many weapons that it made his scalp tingle. His style is completely in line with the identity of the leader of the Hao consortium, and he does not care about the balance of a few guns or hundreds of bullets, but treats them as a gift and gives them very generously.

The thin man doesn't care what the other three think. As soon as the transaction was completed, he took all his direct subordinates to lurk near the "Zhou's" territory, waited patiently, and then launched a surprise attack.

This is certainly not the result of recklessness and impulsiveness. The thin man had collected a whole set of detailed information about the "Zhou Clan", and he knew very well how many people Zhou Xiaohan had under him that could be driven. The 2,000 tons of food were packed into dozens of heavy trucks, and with the armed men escorted with them, more than half of the "Zhou's" personnel had already left. The number of people left behind in the nearby buildings was no more than eighty, and the people he brought were more than three times that of the other party, enough to kill them all and steal everything.

That's right, it's to steal everything. It's a fucking wonderful. Just thinking about the boxes of weapons and the yellow-orange-orange bullets makes people's blood boil and their bodies full of energy.

Robbery is a man's favorite thing to do. This is more exciting and more satisfying than playing with women and gambling.

Thinking of this, the thin man suddenly felt indescribably hot, as if his body was surrounded by flames, stimulating his brain to produce more and more crazy thoughts.

"Today counts as overtime. When everyone goes back, they can send an extra three hundred yuan of blue coins. Except for weapons and ammunition, everything in the room is yours. Ha Lu Ha When it's dawn, you can have a good party————"

The thin man's encouragement was full of utilitarian effect, and immediately caused a sensation among a group of armed men. The crowd shouted and cheered as he rushed into the building, darting through the rooms like a tidal wave.

"Click————"

I don't know who fired the first shot, and the piercing sound of gunfire pierced the silence, bringing a series of screams and wails

People kept falling from the rooftops, and they hit the ground so hard that they fell to pieces. The darkness obscured the view, and the looters could not see the faces of the deceased clearly, except to see the bodies being torn apart by the hard ground, long tears in the chest and abdomen, and scattered internal organs "booming" and splashing everywhere.

"Rush in and kill them all————"

More and more people shouted, and the atmosphere was stirred up by blood and death to the extreme. Flames were constantly coming from the black windows, and there was the sound of hurried running and footsteps everywhere. Some exclaimed, some screamed, and some cheered with excitement.

This is the thrill of robbery, which is the thrill and enjoyment that only men can get.

With the crazy idea of possessing more and getting more, the thin man walked into the corridor on the second floor, kicked open the closed door in front of him, and walked in excitedly.

He has been here, and this is the meeting hall where Zhou Xiaohan negotiated with the four groups.

As soon as he walked into the room, the thin man immediately felt a powerful shock wave rushing towards his face. It was an invisible energy that hit one of his men in front of him. His face cracked instantly, and countless fragments of flesh and clothing flew from the surface of his body. The poor fellow didn't even snort and was killed on the spot. The heavy corpse flew upside down, swept past the thin man, and slammed into the corridor wall outside.

"Hehe, you're coming later than I expected. Why, is it because of the frequent toilet visits that delay too much time? You look like the kind of guy who has been suffering from kidney loss for a long time, and I can smell the smell of urine on your body from so far away————"

Zhou Xiaohan stood in the center of the room, slowly pinching the bones of his hands. He was smiling, and his hands kept making a "crackling" sound.

He wore a loose lounge coat that showed off his strong chest muscles. The beard on the cheeks and chin was short and apparently freshly trimmed. Although he didn't have a weapon in his hand, with the person who had just been beaten to death and was almost crushed to pieces as an example, no one would think that Zhou Xiaohan was still kind and harmless, and he couldn't pose a threat to himself.

The thin man's eyes widened and he looked at Zhou Xiaohan tremblingly.

He suddenly realized that he was simply the stupidest fool in the world.

Yes, since the "Zhou Clan" can take out a huge number of weapons to exchange for food, it must have hidden power. There were three other business groups involved in the negotiations, but they all remained silent, did not participate in the robbery, and did not send anyone to inform them.

Looking back, I still think about the problem too simply. If "Zhou's" was really a piece of fat, this kind of good thing would not be his turn at all, and would have been carved up by others a long time ago.

However, he had calculated very accurately, and he also saw the convoy full of food set off. Now, in the entire "Zhou's" territory, there are indeed less than eighty people left, or even less. It is simply impossible for them to resist themselves.

Perhaps in order to prove the thin man's idea wrong, he suddenly found that the screams he heard in his ears were mixed with many familiar ingredients.

Those who were dying and seriously injured were their own men. They are calling for help using familiar contact methods. Also, those who keep falling out of the window are obviously members of their own group. Their clothing and logos speak for themselves.

In horror, the thin man's mind fell into confusion.

This, how is this possible? I have an absolute advantage in the number of personnel, how can I lose? Even if the other party is prepared, it is absolutely impossible.

Me, I must have gotten something wrong? What's missing?

Looking at Zhou Xiaohan standing in front of him, the thin man suddenly felt that his hands were as heavy as steel, and he couldn't even bend his fingers. He looked up in a dazed panic, cold sweat the size of a bean constantly broke out on his forehead and cheeks, and the liquid rolled down his skin to the surface of his clothes, oozing damp marks.

The air seemed to freeze, restraining the thin man's body, making him almost unable to make a single movement.

He felt a bitterness in his throat, like a traveler who had walked in the desert for a long time and could die of water at any moment.

At this moment, the only thing the thin man could do was to stare at Zhou Xiaohan with a shocked and desperate gaze, and let out a ghostly howl from the depths of his throat.

"I, I was lied to, I was deceived by them. Turns out, it turns out you're a booster, a fucking damn booster"