The last leader of the world starts with an elite infantry squad!

"What? Please repeat."

Da Da Da~

As he spoke, Huang Jiaqi, under the cover of a Type 99A main battle tank, held a gun in one hand, with the butt of the gun against his shoulder shaking continuously. In the distance, a zombie fell to the ground with blood gushing out of the back of its head.

"Task autonomy?" Huang Jiaqi repeated it after turning off the safety.

"Yes, Captain."

Listening to the depressed voice on the other end of the intercom, Huang Jiaqi could clearly feel that Yang Yuming was in a bad mood.

It only took a quick guess to guess that something tragic had probably happened in the cold storage, otherwise Yang Yuming, who was always calm and composed, would not have been like this.

Huang Jiaqi believed that he knew the squad leader of his company's elite squad one relatively well and trusted him, otherwise he would not have recommended him first after the battalion issued the mission.

After thinking for two seconds, Huang Jiaqi immediately agreed.

"Okay, but be careful not to cause any trouble!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yuming turned his head and looked towards Minghua Shelter, his eyes slowly narrowed.

The soldiers in the squad who were familiar with him knew that when their squad leader showed this expression, someone was about to be in trouble.

At the same time, the commander of the 99A main battle tank also received a notice from his superiors, asking him to temporarily obey Yang Yuming's orders.

...

"Brother Zhang! Something terrible has happened! The soldiers are coming!" A man with a rat-like face ran into the park office building in a panic, shouting towards the office on the first floor as he ran.

The office was filled with smoke as a group of vegetable vendors gathered together to gamble, with loud laughter and cursing ringing out.

Several vegetable vendors were holding scantily clad women in their arms. Whenever they won a card, they would reach in and rub them, causing the women to exclaim in surprise and then burst into triumphant laughter. The scene was very lively.

bang~

The door of the conference room was pushed open

"Something terrible has happened! Soldiers are coming to attack us!!!"

"what?"

Upon hearing the news, the noise in the conference room quickly stopped, and everyone looked at Zhang Ziwen who was sitting in the boss chair in the crowd.

Zhang Ziwen was in his early thirties, with a ruffian look on his face as he held a cigarette sideways in his mouth.

He was wearing an old-fashioned grey suit, with no inner garment, and the neckline was wide open, revealing his bronze chest muscles. He was leaning lazily on the chair, with an innocent-looking girl in JK clothes sitting on his lap.

"Fuck, why are you all looking at me? I'm not the boss! What? I wasn't there when everyone was respecting me, but now you're asking me for help after getting beaten?"

As he spoke, Zhang Ziwen put his hand into the girl's skirt as if no one was around, smiling wickedly.

"Oh my, girls are made of water after all!"

At this time, a yellow-haired young man pushed the door open, walked quickly to Zhang Ziwen, leaned down and whispered a few words.

"Hahahaha~"

After hearing this, Zhang Ziwen suddenly laughed, pushed the girl away, and rubbed his fingers on her body.

"It's over! The coward is running away!"

"Huang Mao told me that our leader Wang Laoliu was not found, and even the leader Zhang Fugui is gone~"

Zhang Ziwen's expression was full of teasing

Ah? ?

? ?

The crowd was in an uproar. At this critical moment, the boss of their vegetable vendors and the leader of the shelter were gone? ?

How do we fight the military?

"Zhang Ziwen, stop slandering me! The boss has gone to get foreign aid, how could he run away?" A bald middle-aged man in the crowd couldn't help but retort.

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Ziwen suddenly jumped up and kicked the bald man hard into the crowd with a ferocious expression!

"You idiots have been sold and are still helping others count money!"

"Back then, I asked you old guys to choose me as the leader, but you old guys insisted that I was not old enough!"

"Now it's all right, Wang Laoliu is old! Of course the turtle is old!!"

"Where are the people at the critical moment? Where are the people? They are all gone!!!"

Zhang Ziwen got angry, and the vegetable vendors present were silent, no one dared to reply, mainly because his words did make some sense...

"Okay, Ziwen, now is not the time for internal strife. The soldiers are here, so we must unite and overcome the difficulties together! Don't worry, as long as you lead us through the difficulties, we will definitely choose you as the leader!"

"Everyone agrees, right?!"

"Yes! That's right, as long as Brother Wen can lead us through this difficult time, we promise to choose you!"

"Yes, choose Brother Wen!"

“We will definitely choose you!!”

...

Hearing the vegetable vendors' response, Zhang Ziwen, realizing that his goal had been achieved, stopped acting.

"Okay, since you chose me as your boss, I, Zhang Ziwen, will naturally keep you safe!"

"The most important thing when you're out there is loyalty!"

"Since we are going to fight the army, each of you should hand over your guns and use them together!"

...

Hearing this, the vegetable vendors in the field suddenly lowered their voices.

You are hitting us in the groin! !

The guns in their hands are the foundation of their lives. Otherwise, what else can they rely on to survive? ? Do they really rely on loyalty?

With fists, of course!

Before the shelter had guns, there were more than 30 "shareholders"! After the guns were installed, there were only a dozen left. Guess where they went?

If the gun is handed over today, what if Zhang Ziwen refuses to return it after the army is driven away?

Wouldn't that mean you're just like meat on the chopping board?

Although everyone present knew that Zhang Ziwen was right, it was indeed necessary to concentrate all weapons to deal with the army.

But the question is, if we lose our rights because of this, what difference does it make whether we defeat the troops or not?

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, the man who had just proposed Zhang Ziwen came out to help:

"Ziwen, how about this? Don't hand over the weapons. Just let the people who can use the weapons join the battle. Although you have people on your side, the use of firearms still requires proficiency, right?"

"Okay, I'm fine"

Zhang Ziwen secretly felt sorry for the current situation, but he just said it casually. He didn't expect these old guys to be so stupid.

It is more important to resist foreign enemies first. I have plenty of time to kill these old guys.

"Okay, okay! Let's do it!"

"We'll gather people immediately!"

The other vegetable vendors hurriedly accepted the responsibility, fearing that Zhang Ziwen would quit, and also fearing that Zhang Ziwen would ask them to hand over their guns.

Everyone knows that it is not easy to be a leader at this time. As long as there are people in front to support them, they will still have room to turn around whether they advance or retreat.

If you win, continue to enjoy yourself. If you lose, take Zhang Ziwen to target practice!

The most that these people should get is life imprisonment, right? ? Probably? ? Anyway, it’s not as serious as Zhang Ziwen’s.

In fact, they didn't have much confidence to fight the army, but they couldn't bear to give up! They couldn't bear to give up such a huge benefit, and they couldn't bear to give up the status of the superior!

Although I made money before the end of the world, my social status was not high and I had the experience of being looked down upon by others.

People always grab what they lack the most..

Now that we have finally climbed up, almost no one wants to let go

People always have a lucky mentality. What if? What if the troops are strong on the outside but weak on the inside?

And what about Zhang Ziwen? Zhang Ziwen is also gambling!

There are no bullets in the betting troops’ guns!