Zombies don't need to rest

"Will this be our home in the future? Sun Island, what a nice name."

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"So it was me who destroyed this place? Brother Yang, is this true?"

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"But compared with those weak humans, aren't we evolving? They should be eliminated, am I right?"

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"Brother Yang, my mother and younger siblings are still alive, I'm going to find them."

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"Jiang Yang, if you dare to stop me, I will kill you first."

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"Recognize the reality. This is not a doomsday catastrophe at all. We are just evolving. Natural selection of the fittest is the truth."

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"There are things on that person that I can't understand, but don't worry, I'll get rid of him, I'm gone, when I come back, I hope you can prove that these little babies are really evolving, Brother Yang, goodbye."

The touch from the back made Jiang Yang open his eyes, turned over and sat up looking at the dark water in front of him, his scarlet eyes suddenly lit up.

grumble

A group of dense air bubbles drilled out of his body, black bones quickly drilled out of the skin and covered his body.

Step forward and gently reach out your hand when you see a huge boulder.

The river was flowing slowly, and he pushed the boulder away, revealing an entrance that was only one meter square below.

Stepping in, one hand dragged the bottom of the boulder to move over the entrance, and the black figure just disappeared into the rolling river.

In the study room of Longyin No. [-] house, Fan Zishan sat on a chair with a bath towel on and quietly looked at the screen in front of him, which showed the content of the latest meeting of the Federation Council.

Because it was proposed by Luo Jincheng, this topic has been officially passed after the unanimous approval of the military and representatives of various agencies.

Only five people voted against it:

Sun Jicai, Li Hongbo, Zheng Tianshun, Wang Yongyi, Wan Fukang.

These five people are the mayors of cities from bases [-] to [-] of the Federation, and they are also a small circle headed by the mayor of base [-], Li Hongbo.

Fan Zishan didn't know their details, but he knew that these five people had very close contacts and had considerable opinions on the development of the federation.

Looking at the content passed at the meeting, Fan Zishan sighed suddenly and said, "It's exactly what Mr. Jiang said."

Turning off the computer screen, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the city in the lights, and the dusty Ninth Street, Fan Zishan just stood motionless and did not speak.

After a while, he turned around and left the study in silence. After changing clothes for about 10 minutes, he took out his mobile phone: "I'm sorry to disturb everyone's rest, but please come to the meeting room. Important things need to be discussed."

Although the officials who were woken up by the notification sounded painful, this kind of situation was rare after all, so there must be something big, and they couldn't say much, so they could only get out of bed and change their clothes for the meeting.

Fan Zishan sent Jiang Yang another message, but did not receive a reply.

Looking at the dusty Ninth Street, it is estimated that Mr. Jiang is busy planning and construction at this time.

Putting down the phone and sighing, I really envy the energy of these zombies, they only need to absorb the radiation energy, and there is no need to rest at all.

Looking at the time, at two in the morning, Fan Zishan opened the door to the meeting room where the lights were already on.

"I'm sorry to inform everyone to come to the meeting so late. I just received the document from the Federation Council. Next, let me introduce some of the latest plans of the Federation."

In the meeting room, the officials who had just fallen asleep and were woken up listened to Fan Zishan's speech.

But by the time they finished listening to the meeting, no one in the room felt sleepy anymore.

Wu Lu, who had just discussed with Jiang Yang about the security issues in the Ninth Street during the day, sat in his seat and whispered, "Is it really okay to do this?"

No one answered him, because everyone had the same doubts. Fan Zishan looked at the frowning people present and said in a low voice: "If you want to smoke, take it yourself. Today, the situation is special."

He walked to the side and opened the window, and the cool wind blew into the meeting room, and he himself lit a cigarette and sat on the chair: "Fortunately, there is no need to worry too much about the Ninth Street, but the next thing is a bit difficult to handle. "

An official asked in a low voice: "Is there really nothing wrong with the zombies in our city?"

Fan Zishan nodded: "Don't worry, the problem now is not theirs, but us, and the hundreds of millions of people."

Someone frowned with a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "Aren't we basically autonomous, can't we refuse?"

Fan Zishan pointed to the document scanned by the scanner and displayed on the big screen: "We must abide by the regulations on opening up the market, and we also need this regulation to stimulate the market. This thing is on the list, unless we refuse to open only the market."

The official in charge of the economy suggested: "We really need to accept free market regulations, but we can make our own ban list, right?"

Fan Zishan shook his head: "Even if we ban the sale here, what about the other base cities? How about Luo Jincheng's base cities? If they were the only ones selling it, I'm afraid some of us would pay a lot of money to buy it."

The officials were sitting in their respective positions, sucking their teeth, and Fan Zishan was pulling his hair helplessly. Apart from the blue smoke floating around, there was only silence in the conference room.

"dong dong dong"

The door was knocked suddenly, people raised their heads curiously, and then saw a young man in a formal suit walking in from outside.

The scarlet eyes were bright and penetrating, and he said expressionlessly, "Sorry, I'm late."

Fan Zishan stood up and introduced: "Everyone, everyone should know that this is the representative of zombie workers in our ninth block, Jiang Yang, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yang nodded as a greeting, and then looked at the big screen next to him.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Fan Zishan in surprise, only to find that the mayor of Fan was spreading his hands helplessly at him: "Luo Jincheng's proposal, even including me, only has six votes against it, and it can't stop his plan at all." .”

He personally pulled out a chair for Jiang Yang to sit on, then looked at the somewhat surprised officials and said, "Mr. Jiang helped a lot when the zombie factory was dismantled, and now he and other zombie worker representatives are in charge of Ninth Street. Let’s speak freely, we are all our own people.”

The officials nodded, but they were somewhat cautious, after all, it was their first time sitting with a zombie in a meeting.

Jiang Yang looked at the content on the big screen.

He had been thinking about how the Federation would deal with the unemployed workers after the zombie factory was abolished.

Opening up the free market is indeed a good idea.

But the problem is that it is at the bottom of the list of products that are allowed to sell.

There is one thing that all officials do not want to see:

[Light weapons represented by guns]

80 Big groups, small individuals

In Jiang Yang's memory, for the accumulation of goods caused by overproduction, it seems that qualified capitalists would choose to pour them into the sewer to stabilize market prices.

Of course, he must also admit that Luo Jincheng has really achieved innovation in this industry.

Fan Zishan frowned and asked, "The price of guns will never be low. With the current savings and economic level of the federal people, will anyone really buy them?"

The officials couldn't answer his question. Only the person in charge of finance said, "I estimate that only about [-]% of the people in our city can afford it."

The head of the security chief rubbed his chin and said, "Two percent is close to 200 million people, and 200 million guns are placed in the city. Even if we gather all our police officers together, we may not be able to beat them."

What he said was just a joke. After all, as the base city guard, its combat effectiveness is actually no worse than that of the regular army, but it is mainly composed of light combat armor, and the number of mechas does not meet the standard of the regular army.

But people are not laughing, because although it may not have a serious impact on the Guard, but if there are so many guns in the city, then city safety is definitely a big problem.

However, some officials said: "But are there really so many people willing to spend a lot of money to buy a gun that will be the focus of the guards?"

Fan Zishan nodded: "I think so too. If guns must be opened, then the guards and the staff of each block can be strengthened to supervise them, check them regularly, and review the use and wear of guns. In addition, we can also Strict control over bullets."

This statement was agreed by many people.

However, just when Fan Zishan was about to continue to improve according to his own ideas, Jiang Yang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Usually, people's willingness to buy guns is indeed not too strong, but if at the same time, there are millions of people in the city What about the unemployed idle zombies?"

Looking at Fan Zishan who was stunned suddenly, Jiang Yang said expressionlessly: "In the warehouse of the Federation, there are weapons produced by hundreds of millions of zombies that consumed all the steel and mineral reserves in the past 100 years, and they want to sell them. It is definitely not easy to go.

Moreover, the public may not be able to accept these weapons into their homes so quickly.

but if.

At this time, a strong instability factor is injected into the society.

Guns became a necessity. "

His words surprised those officials who didn't know Jiang Yang, but they also understood why Fan Zishan called this Mr. Zombie to the meeting.

After all, Mr. Jiang is really different from other zombies.

Their eyes were focused on Jiang Yang, but he just said plainly:

"The relationship between zombies and humans has continued to deteriorate over the past 100 years, although the factual reason is that people dare not complain to their savior, so they can only blame us for the current bad situation of the Federation."

A younger official couldn't help but exclaimed for his bold remarks, but Jiang Yang just nodded at him indifferently, then looked at Fan Zishan and continued:

"But things have come to this point, conflicts are inevitable, and the existence of unemployed zombies will stimulate people to buy guns desperately, so discussing the reasons for the problem is not what we should do.

Before we have the ability to question Luo Jincheng, we still need to find a way to implement his policies.

Besides I don't think it's a bad thing at all, there are indeed some of us old guys who need to sit at gunpoint to learn civility and manners. "

Wu Lu sat in the back row and looked at Jiang Yang with admiration. Mr. Jiang was indeed the same Mr. Jiang.

Fan Zishan took a deep breath and asked, "Then I wonder if Mr. Jiang has any good ways to sell and manage guns?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while and said: "I think first we need to pass the death penalty. If the penalty corresponding to gun crimes is not the death penalty, then any management will be futile."

This is a very unique point of view, Fan Zishan wrote it down seriously, and then listened to Jiang Yang continue to say: "I have no idea about the management of guns, and I don't think you will sell guns to those psychopaths madman.

I just want to say that the crime rate in a city has nothing to do with whether there are guns or not. "

Seeing the frowning of the head of security, Jiang Yang said slowly:

"For details, please refer to Base City No. [-]. Zombies and guns are not the source of chaos. Bad governance and hungry people are the beginning of all conflicts."

Fan Zishan fell into deep thought, Jiang Yang stood up: "I still have something to do over there, everyone, I'll take a step first."

After nodding and greeting several officials he knew, including Wu Lu, Jiang Yang left the meeting room first.

Walking back on the street, Jiang Yang frowned and thought about it. Luo Jincheng's plan was a little anxious, which was not like his usual style.

Could it be that he has discovered something new?

Or, what's wrong with him?

The door of a beer hall on the side of the street was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and thin figure staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

This was followed by violent vomiting, mixed with crying.

After a while, the man muttered a few words and got up from the ground, leaning on the wall and walking eastward with difficulty, but he was very drunk, and fell to the ground again after walking two steps.

This time it took him more than ten minutes to get up again, rubbed his ribs, gritted his teeth and continued walking.

After seeing Jiang Yang standing at the intersection, he first stared at Jiang Yang's red eyes, and then said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zombie, please let me go. I want to go home."

The stained suit looked embarrassed, but he still tried his best to support the wall and stood up straight. He politely waited for Jiang Yang to get out of the way, but he bent down unnaturally and pressed his left hand with one hand when he was breathing. flank.

Jiang Yang whispered, "Your rib is broken."

The man waved his hands with a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense, I, I'm fine, I just drank too much."

Jiang Yang made way sideways, and the man took two steps while supporting the wall, but quickly vomited it out again.

This time, his face had turned pale, he gasped in pain a few times, then leaned back a little bit and sat on the ground.

Looking at Jiang Yang who hadn't left yet, he forced himself to smile: "Sorry, I'll go home after a rest."

He sat on the steps by the side of the road and pressed his abdomen with one hand, patted the stain on his chest indiscriminately, then let go of his hand in vain and let it hang aside.

Glancing at Jiang Yang who still hadn't left, he smiled and said, "Zombies don't get drunk, do they?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "Alcohol will only damage our cells, and more life substances need to be consumed to repair the body."

The man shook his head drunkenly, and after a while he suddenly said: "But human beings are different. We need to use this self-harm method to convince others of our determination to accomplish something."

He stroked his stomach lightly with his hands on his own, and after doing it a few times in a row, he said palely:

"In the final analysis, I still have to ask others to do things, but fortunately, there is still this way. If they really want nothing, I have no chance to use this method to get things done, right?"

"dad!"

There was a sudden sound in the distance, and then a not very tall figure was seen running over.

The man subconsciously wanted to hide behind Jiang Yang, but he was so drunk that he couldn't control his body and lay down on the side of the road.

Quickly ran over to support him, the boy froze for a moment when he raised his head and saw Jiang Yang, then quickly lowered his head and supported his father's shoulder, trying to make him stand up.

Jiang Yang pressed his shoulder and said softly, "He just fell down, probably with broken ribs. I've already called an ambulance, and it should be here soon."