Skin and muscles rot and stink, but bones can be preserved for a long time.

In this matter, zombies are no different from humans.

The survivors who have survived the outbreak of the virus have extremely rich hunting experience. Since May last year, almost a year has passed. Each of them has encountered zombies, and they know how to deal with these guys.

What's more, Wu Guoguang's monitoring station has injected many people with immunization drugs.

They dare to kill

They can kill

"You're not lying to us, are you?"

Suddenly, the woman in the red sweater said with a puzzled voice: "It's really such a good thing to be able to exchange guns and bullets with a few bones?" ”

Su Hao glanced at her, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "Don't believe it, it's not strange." It only takes one deal and you'll understand. ”

Su Hao had no intention of recruiting these survivors.

From strangeness to recognition, there is a need for contact, and a consensus on certain issues is needed. There is also a need for a fair distribution of benefits.

It's like a run-in period when a man and a woman need to adapt to each other from realizing that they need to get married. Instead of being like a pig in estrus, you can "hum" a few times casually and get on your stomach.

The existence of Silver Bone has been revealed.

The Academy of Sciences is working on this.

Wang has shared the results of his preliminary research with the military, and even submitted them to the United Nations Biological Science Organization.

It won't be long before many people realize the importance of silver bones, and it will lead to a new round of competition.

Su Hao is already a registered military officer.

The silver bone and the first-order enhancement potion produced a true enhancement person. The military is stepping up research and development of a 9 mm caliber individual weapon system to replace the old 5. 8 mm light weapons. These weapons are only less powerful, but they are just as capable of killing mutated creatures as they hit the vital points. From peacetime accumulation to the present day, the military has accumulated a huge number of weapons. With the status of a second lieutenant and a researcher at the same time, Su Hao can completely exchange silver bones with the military.

In the world of the future, the status of the silver bone is equivalent to currency. The major wealthy consortia and the military all hold large amounts. Due to the wide range of sources, as long as the possession is not particularly large, it will not attract covetousness and trouble.

From handing in his first notebook to making his silver bones public, everything Su Hao did was carefully planned. He took steps to reveal what he knew, gain attention, and gain on both the military and the academy of sciences. These actions seem logical to outsiders, and there is nothing to be suspicious about.

With the public opinion of the outside world and the thinking foundation of the supervisor, Su Hao was able to call on the survivors to help him collect the silver bones.

No one knows how many people are still alive in the city of Kunming?

Every day, people return from outside the city and others leave the city.

Kill each other for food and clothing.

A steamed bun can turn against each other.

The hungry and panicked began to stare at their own kind with their hungry red eyes

Even if you know your peers well, it's hard to have real trust.

In such a situation, rushing to rein in the survivors in the city will only provoke chaos and hostility. The reason why Su Hao sent a large number of team members to persuade survivors to join the team through long-term contact was precisely for the same reason.

However, it is impossible for Su Hao to detach people to do this kind of thing for a long time.

Trading things like silver bones and guns can draw a lot of survivors around the group.

As long as the first exchange is successful, there is more or less trust in each other.

Twice, three, four times familiar attitudes can only be produced through constant contact. At that time, if you let these people join, it will be easy to become "worker bees".

What Su Hao has to do now is to spread the news as soon as possible and let more people know.

Although the five survivors still have some concerns, they have begun to believe the "exchange" that Su Hao said. The woman in the red sweater and the skinny man even talked excitedly about where to get dead zombies and how many guns they could get. How many bullets?

"Your camp is on the north side, near the gymnasium, with a black flag on the upper floor. Is that so? ”

The man at the head is more cautious. After getting an accurate answer from Su Hao's mouth, the bearded man suddenly thought of a very critical question.

"Well, one more thing. That, you, what should you call it? ”

"Hehe, my name is Su Hao."

His smile was as bright as the sun.

In the north of the mainland, there is a beautiful manor house in Chinese style.

It is located far from the city, and the surrounding terrain is mostly plains and hills. There is a river flowing through the field, and the plants on both sides are mostly green, indicating that spring has arrived.

Walls and barbed wire block the view of visitors from outside. Standing on the top of a nearby hill, you can see that the core building of the manor is a palace similar to the Temple of Heaven. Of course, it is much smaller in size and not very large in area. It can only be regarded as exquisite, but it is not grandiose.

Surrounded by towers, heavily armed guards stood. On the ground, there are five or six sand barricades piled up at the intersection. On the battlements made of woven bags filled with earth, heavy machine guns with extremely deterrent power are erected. If you get closer, you can see a few direct-aim guns hidden in the depths of the manor. The thick black muzzle of the cannon was pointing outward, making people palpitate and tremble.

An old man with a white beard sat on the sofa in the study on the second floor, his legs crossed, looking at a document intently.

He had a majestic countenance and a thin figure. The protruding nose, deep-set eyes, and high forehead are easily reminiscent of the phrase "eagle and wolf".

The document has more than a dozen pages, mostly numbers and tables. In the "Types" column on the left, the names are listed in order, such as "slaves", "vehicles", "heavy machinery", and "weapons and ammunition". Further down is the extension of these details. For example, "slaves" are specifically divided into men, women, and children, as well as specific numbers for different age groups. "Vehicles" are divided into heavy and light, different tonnage, use, degree of newness, etc.

In addition to these, the things covered in the documents also include food, medicines, building materials, area areas, mineral resources

From the first page of the document, it is full of humble honorifics and greetings. These blank words, which have no real meaning, occupy a third of the page. The old man directly skipped these complicated etiquette and carefully read the data and material items behind.

The hands of the wall clock on the opposite wall had already run past the two-hour scale.

Soon, the document had reached the end of the page.

There were no more material breakdowns and data, but a letter with strong accusations and resentment. Full of irrepressible anger and pleading, deep sadness and grief. Through the letterhead, you can feel the writer's violent desire for revenge.

The old man's shrewd gaze quickly swept over the letter, smiled disappretently, and set the document aside. Then he picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of tea, and casually pressed the electric bell that summoned the servant next to him.

A middle-aged man in a blue coat quickly walked into the room. His steps were light and steady, but he didn't make the slightest sound. Obviously, it is the result of long-term training.

The middle-aged servant walked to the sofa, stood with his hands down, bowed slightly, and silently waited for orders.

The old man looked at the tea leaves swaying slightly in the porcelain cup, and asked casually, "Where is that person?" ”

The servant humbly replied, "Still in the reception room." ”

The old man moved his gaze to the document next to him, looked at it for a while, and spoke again: "What is the result of your estimate?" Are there any discrepancies between the existing resources of the "Sheng Fei" Group and the figures on the document? ”

"Yes, but not very big."

The middle-aged servant nodded affirmatively: "The problem is mainly focused on the number of slaves and heavy vehicles. The actual figure is only about 13 per cent of what is on the document. Maybe less. We have investigated———— recent colonization plans of the Sheng Fei group in the Kunming area have failed. They suffered heavy losses, and the proportion of core members of the group killed or missing in battle was as high as 90 percent. Lin Feihu's two sons are also missing. He kept sending people to look for him, but there was no news. ”

"Kunming?"

The old man's eyes narrowed, and a detailed map of the continent immediately appeared in his mind. He quickly found the coordinates of the relevant provinces and cities, compared the distance, the old man shook his head lightly, and said, "Lin Feihu's appetite is too big. Kunming is thousands of kilometers away from the headquarters of "Sheng Fei". Roads along the way were either damaged or blocked. Convoys are fuel-intensive and unsafe. I really don't know what he thinks? ”

"Maybe it's because the coastal cities have been occupied by us and other consortia that he had to make this decision."

The middle-aged servant said cautiously: "I sent someone to investigate: the disappearance of the two sons has dealt a big blow to Lin Feihu. He has been slaughtering slaves lately. The methods are extremely bloody and cruel. Many people in the "Sheng Fei" manor escaped. Even the bodyguards and attendants were a little gone. When we submitted the documents, we did a physical examination on him. Lin Feihu's mental state is extremely abnormal, and he is incoherent many times. But just mention his son, and the whole person will soon regain consciousness. IMHO: he's actually insane. ”

"Crazy?"

The expression on the old man's face was a little surprised, and then quickly became indifferent: "Hmph, a madman, a list of false reports that are less than twenty percent of the actual number. There is no need for such people to live. He's more disgusting than a zombie. ”

The middle-aged servant was silent for a few seconds, and then said slowly, "He is actually very pitiful. All his relatives died, and Lin Feihu just wanted revenge. That's the only reason why he's struggling. Otherwise, he would not have taken advantage of his clear mind to hand over this statistical document and ask for our help. ”

"Help?"

The old man's expression was still indifferent, and there was a hint of anger in his words. He curled his fingers and tapped on the table: "Poor people in this world are everywhere. Many people have their entire families eaten by zombies, and they are still struggling alone in the ruins of the city. They are also collecting slaves, and no one can talk about nobility and kindness. Lin Feihu killed a lot of people, what should the families of those people do? What's more, the document he submitted is very watery, and it can even be said that it is a fake at all————"

The middle-aged servant hung his head, waiting for the old man's anger to calm down a little before he spoke again: "Actually, he didn't lie. ”

The old man turned his gaze to the servant and said "hmm" incomprehensibly.

"This data is stored on a computer and only top management has access to change it. After receiving a request from "Sheng Fei", I sent someone to bring back the computer from their headquarters. There is no evidence of alteration in the stored information. The last recorded date was in June last year. I don't think that Lin Feihu thinks that the people he sent out are dead, they are just missing, and their whereabouts are unknown. As a result, the loss of personnel and materials is not recorded. He has not been conscious, and can only rely on these data. ”

The old man subconsciously frowned, and looked at the middle-aged servant's gaze, which also became gloomy and cold.

"You seem to be talking to Lin Feihu?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the old man continued to ask in an indifferent tone: "Tell me, how much benefit did he give you?" ”

The middle-aged servant shook his head and said respectfully, "Even if I have the courage to do so, I will never dare to take this kind of advantage." I just think Lin Feihu is very pitiful, and the remaining resources and slaves of the "Sheng Fei" group are not small. Helping him appropriately and satisfying the most important wishes should not be excessive, and it is also in our interests. ”

The old man stared into his eyes and asked coldly, "Not excessive?" ”

The servant hesitated for a few seconds, a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes, and slowly smiled bitterly.

"My wife gave birth last month. I have a son, who is almost all of my life, except for his loyalty and dedication to the consortium. ”

The old man slowly put away the hard coldness on his face, nodded slowly, stopped talking, and sat on the sofa deep in thought.

After a few minutes, the old man got up from the couch. He paced back and forth in the room a few times, then turned around and ordered the middle-aged servant who was waiting beside him.

"Let Lin Feihu wait a little longer, I need to think about it again."

The servant bowed yes and slowly exited the room.

The footsteps in the hallway faded away. The old man opened the door of the inner room of the study, and along the special passage full of electronic alarms, he came to a door wrapped in copper skin, which had the dual functions of luxury and protection.

It is a south-facing room. It was spacious and decorated in a modern style. There are oil paintings and various picture frames on the walls, and the extensive use of transparent materials makes the room look a little eerie. In the central hall is a grand piano, and a young man in his twenties sits on a bench, his eyes slightly closed, immersed in the sound of his fingers and keys.

He is tall with broad shoulders and slightly long hair that slightly softens the curves of his angular face. He has white skin and a nose that stands like a knife, and he looks very proud. The young man wore a cotton shirt with open buttons at the neckline, revealing his muscular pectoral muscles, and his powerful and toned collarbones that stretched across his shoulders.

He is playing Mozart's Turkish March.

The rhythm is sonorous, fast and smooth, and the playing style is extremely unrestrained and full of intoxicating musicality.

The old man stood silently behind the young man with his hands crossed in front of him, smiling all over his face.

He remained silent until his long, white hands pressed the last accent on the keys to complete the piece.

The old man couldn't help but start applauding, and said with a smile: "If you were born fifty years earlier, I'm afraid that even musicians like Lang Lang will bow down at your feet." ”

The man turned around and smiled, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth: "Lang Lang is dead." I've seen the video sent back from Hong Kong by the surveillance officers———— he belongs to the "Category B" constitution with no immunity, and can only turn into a zombie. ”

With that, the man got up from the piano bench, walked to the table, took a few sips of the cup with lemonade, and took a few sips. He looked at the old man with a glint of wisdom and confidence in his eyes.

"Dear uncle, you came here to find me, it should be for the matter of the "Sheng Fei" group, right? ”

The old man spread his hands and his expression was very satisfied: "There is a kind of person in this world called "genius". And you, Sibo, are undoubtedly the most outstanding of the geniuses

The young man named Sibo waved his hand modestly: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be worried about whether you should agree to Lin Feihu's request?" ”

The old man nodded, and his gaze immediately became serious: "I'm a little undecided. How to say that people who have lost their loved ones deserve sympathy. ”

Sibo directly grasped the core of the problem: "In other words, purely from the perspective of interests, the assets of the "Shengfei" Group submitted by Lin Feihu are not enough to ⊥ us to help him?" ”

"You're right."

The old man paused: "But"

"Then it's nothing————"

Sibo was smiling, but his tone was unmistakably resolute: "It's no time of peace, and no amount of banknotes is waste paper." Both population and goods are necessary bargaining chips that can be used as bargaining chips. Since Lin Feihu can't come up with anything more, we can't take advantage of him. Kunming is too far from here. According to the plan, it is an area that we will develop in the second or even third step. The consortium has collected as many as 160,000 slaves from the eastern regions. Our biggest problem at the moment is to digest them as quickly as possible, so that the food produced can meet the normal consumption. Everything else has to be abandoned. ”

After a pause, Sibo continued: "Uncle, the current world is full of opportunities, and it is the best time for the Gao Consortium to rise. There is a need for a clear distinction in the treatment of specific matters. Population and food are the foundation, as well as the military's fortifications. If resources are wasted for other ancillary goals, we end up with nothing.

"I think the same as you."

The old man was still a little hesitant: "But you have to consider what other people think." For example, my close attendant, he felt that Lin Feihu deserved sympathy for Xiaobo, in addition to interests, we should also pay attention to human feelings. ”

"Then hand Lin Feihu over to Ouyang Junlin's gang————"

Sibo quickly thought of a solution: "Send someone to the headquarters of Sheng Fei now, collect all the slaves, and bring all the valuable things under control." Set aside one-tenth of the food and weapons for Ouyang Junlin. Tell him: This is the honorarium for helping Lin Feihu find his son. ”