Global Doomsday: I have a portable farm!

After discussion between the two, they decided to lend the other party's strategic-class submarine to Pengcheng Base.

Zhao Hongyi quickly contacted Ma Dongshan, the leader of Pengcheng Base, via satellite phone, and then expressed his idea of ​​lending a strategic-class submarine.

Ma Dongshan on the other end couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Borrow a strategic-class submarine? Thank you for being able to tell.

If it weren't for the fact that the person calling was Zhao Hongyi, who had just helped at the Pengcheng base not long ago, he would have hung up the phone now.

"Vice Vice Zhao, the strategic-class submarines in our Pengcheng base currently have very important tasks to complete, and there is no free time at all!"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you with this." Ma Dongshan declined politely.

Zhao Hongyi is also a human being, so he can naturally hear the hidden meaning in the other person's words.

He said directly: "Chief Ma should know that the leader of our Demon City Base is going to Kyoto for promotion, right?"

"Of course!" Ma Dongshan nodded. When he said this, there was obvious envy in his tone.

Zhao Hongyi smiled: "After our leader leaves, the position of base leader will be vacant!"

"There are currently four deputy leaders in the base. Who will become the next leader of the base has become a troublesome issue, so the leader came up with a way!"

"Whoever can do one thing well can become the leader of the base, and the purpose of my wanting to borrow a strategic-class submarine is to complete this game!"

oh?

As soon as these words came out, Ma Dongshan couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He pondered slightly and said in a tentative tone: "Vice Vice Zhao seems to be very confident in himself. Do you think you can become the next leader of the Demon City Base?"

"Yes, I am confident enough. As long as you, Leader Ma, are willing to lend me the strategic-class submarine!" Zhao Hongyi said confidently.

Ma Dongshan was not in a hurry to agree.

Strategic-class submarines are the base's trump card and powerful weapons. Lending them out is no joke. Even if he is the leader, he must consider this matter carefully.

Seeing Ma Dongshan's silence on the other end of the phone, Zhao Hongyi felt happy. As long as Ma Dongshan did not explicitly refuse again, it meant that there was room for change in this matter.

Next, he just needs to pay enough.

"As long as Leader Ma is willing to lend me the strategic-class submarine, then after I become the leader of the Magic City Base, I am willing to form an alliance with the Pengcheng Base. We can exchange our needs and advance and retreat together!" Zhao Hongyi said.

hehe!

This sentence made Ma Dongshan sneer in his heart.

He is not a novice. Zhao Hongyi's words are completely empty promises and have no substantive effect.

It is still unknown whether the other party can become the leader of the Demon City Base, let alone other things.

Zhao Hongyi also knew very well that his empty promise could not persuade Ma Dongshan, so he said directly: "I am willing to give out 3,000 tons of rice in the future in exchange for the right to use strategic-class submarines for one month!"

oh?

I have to say that this time Ma Dongshan was a little moved.

Three thousand tons of rice is no longer a small number. An adult male consumes about 250 grams of rice every day. Five hundred grams is one kilogram, and one ton is two thousand kilograms. You can imagine what kind of number three thousand tons is. .

In today's era of extreme heat, no one can have too much of food.

Although there is currently plenty of food in the Pengcheng base, he will never refuse if there is more.

"Okay, I agree!"

"It will take one month. At the same time, I will send Wang Anzhi to help you!" Ma Dongshan said.

Zhao Hongyi couldn't help but look happy: "Okay, thank you, Chief Ma!"

With the addition of Wang Anzhi, a B-level powerhouse, his chances of winning will undoubtedly be greater.

He also knew very well that the reason why Ma Dongshan sent Wang Anzhi here was not only to help him, but also to ensure that the strategic-class submarine was not abused.

After all, once something like this is damaged or lost, Ma Dongshan will definitely feel so distressed that he can't sleep.

After the two parties negotiated, the recording was used as evidence.

Pengcheng Base sent a strategic-class submarine and a B-class strongman to help support Zhao Hongyi, and Zhao Hongyi had to pay 3,000 tons of rice as compensation for one year.

After the two parties agreed, Ma Dongshan immediately asked someone to notify Wang Anzhi to come over.

In the Magic City base here, Zhao Hongyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is it? Has it been confirmed?" Wang Yanlan asked quickly.

Zhao Hongyi smiled and nodded: "It's confirmed, Pengcheng will arrange for strategic-class submarines to arrive within three days!"

"That's great." Wang Yanlan couldn't help but look happy.

With the help of strategic-class submarines, the next game of exploring the underwater abyss will undoubtedly be easy and smooth.

"With the help of strategic-class submarines, there will be absolutely no problem in defeating Meng Ren and Su Qingyu!" Wang Yanlan's expression was full of confidence.

At this time, Meng Ren and Su Qingyu also returned to the room.

The first time I explored the underwater abyss, the effect was not particularly obvious.

The terror and danger in the undersea abyss are so serious that even Meng Ren, not to mention Su Qingyu, is not absolutely sure.

Darkness, depression, silence, and dangers hidden in the unknown are all huge troubles.

"Meng Ren, we must think of other ways. Otherwise, it will be quite troublesome for the three of us and one snake to explore the abyss of the sea!"

"Today we encountered a mid-level B-level monster. No one is sure what else we will encounter in the future!"

"The most critical thing is that we don't have a place to stand in the water. It would undoubtedly be much easier if we had a large submarine."

"etc."

At this point, Su Qingyu suddenly remembered that Nanfeng was killed by Meng Ren, and Meng Ren should know the whereabouts of the strategic-class submarine.

Meng Ren also reacted at this time, and his eyes lit up: "A strategic-class submarine?"

"Where did you put that strategic-class submarine? Isn't it already damaged?" Su Qingyu asked.

Meng Ren smiled: "How is this possible? I can't possibly damage such a good thing!"

"I placed the strategic-class submarine in a hidden place."

"Look at my stupid brain, we can definitely take a strategic-class submarine into the abyss of the sea. With that strategic-class submarine as a buffer and shelter, at least we can increase our chances of winning."

"The most important thing is that strategic-class submarines can dive to a depth of more than two thousand meters."

Meng Ren slapped his head. Because his power was getting stronger and stronger, Meng Ren had become accustomed to relying on his own strength to do things during this period. Only then did he not immediately think of the fact that there was a strategic-class submarine in the Taoyuan space.