Zombies don't need to rest

The drone flew over the city of No. [-] base, and finally completely disappeared into the night.

In the three-story building in the center of Base One, the bedrooms on the second floor were lit.

Luo Jincheng, who was lying on the bed, took off his interpreter glasses and sat up, walked to the window and let the cool breeze blow in.

The room was extremely quiet, and the drone quietly drilled through the skylight on the roof and landed on the pedestal outside the bedroom.

"Ugh"

A faint sigh sounded in the room, and the silver-white robot standing outside the door tilted its head to look at the closed door, and finally knocked lightly on the door.

Luo Jincheng's voice came: "I'm fine, you can continue to sort out the materials."

The robot nodded silently and left the bedroom door.

A few minutes later, the lights in the room went out, and the drone took off again, but this time the difference was that it did not go to the No. 11 base city, but went all the way north to the NO.[-] base city.

The sound of the hustle and bustle of the casino is isolated from the outside by the soundproof gate.

In the lounge, a few older people were standing in the innermost part of the room and looking at Jiang Yang carefully.

They are guessing who this person really is.

It is true that Jiang Yang mentioned the New Hope Mine just now. This is a secret that only the top members of the Crystal Palace know.

But the problem is that the original group of people have long since died, and now their children and descendants are taking over.

And these people didn't know Jiang Yang at all.

But at this moment, I'm afraid they can't help them sit down and have a good chat.

A few people with guns at the door surrounded the three of Jiang Yang, and the strong man who was shot by Feng Wenbin squinted his eyes and asked: "What the leader is doing is an internal matter of the Crystal Palace. It seems that it has nothing to do with you." Relationship."

If there is one person in the room who most wants to shoot at this moment, it is probably him.

But he was also hesitating while holding the pistol.

For no other reason, Feng Wenbin's shotgun was pointed at him from the beginning to the end.

This feeling of being killed by others made him very uncomfortable.

Facing his question, Jiang Yang nodded gracefully and answered: "Strictly speaking, not just the leader, even your Crystal Palace, or the life and death of the entire No. [-] base city has nothing to do with me."

He looked at the strong man with some pity in his eyes: "Your life and death will not have any impact on me. I don't even mind that all the people in your city are extinct right now. That would be a good thing. In this way, I can It’s easy to arrange tens of millions of people to come here to find jobs, instead of having to discuss with you worms how to make room for other people to live.”

"you!"

Jiang Yang interrupted the strong man's words as soon as he said it: "So children, for everyone's safety, I hope you can sit down. Of course, if the small toys in your hands can bring you some sense of security, then you can do whatever you want. Who are you pointing at, but you'd better not let them go off fire, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen to you."

The people present frowned tightly, this guy's tone was really serious.

A person standing by the window looked at the gate and asked loudly: "Mr. Lu, are these three friends you invited here?"

Lu Zhize outside the door didn't speak, just stood quietly on the steps of the door and looked at the bustling Sihai Casino.

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Didn't Xiao Lu tell you when he called you here? We have some important things to talk about, which concern you personally and the future of this city, but the speaker is not him but I."

He spread his hands and said, "Okay, children, although I am very old now, my patience is still limited. Now I will give you 15 seconds, sit back on your chair and listen to me carefully."

He grinned and licked his teeth, took out Feng Wenbin's cell phone and pressed the countdown.

Seeing the ever-decreasing number, the people present fell silent.

what is happening?

Where did this mental illness come from?

Several old people in the room looked at each other, but they sat down under Jiang Yang's gaze, and one of them asked in a deep voice, "Sir, are you from the north?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "There is no change over there. The original location was chosen well and will not be washed away by the rain, but it is not ruled out that as the precipitation line moves northward, it will become a lake someday in the future, so today's That was included in the conversation as well."

Hearing what he said, several old people also understood that this man had really been to the mine.

If he said that, he was definitely one of his own. No wonder Mr. Lu called his own people over.

After seeing them sit down relaxedly, more than a dozen people in the room sat down together.

But they didn't put away their weapons, they still pointed at Feng Wenbin who was still confronting the strong man with a shotgun.

Qi Pei hid behind Jiang Yang and watched what happened in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Boss, you are so handsome."

Jiang Yang turned his head and glanced at her: "I think it might be inappropriate for you to flatter me now."

Qi Pei was still very nervous when facing those people with guns, but she was very relaxed when facing Jiang Yang, and replied with a smile: "But I'm telling the truth."

Jiang Yang didn't speak, turned his head to look at the three people still standing in the room, put the mobile phone back into Feng Wenbin's pocket and said: "Very well, it seems that everyone is still very obedient, so these three children, you should It's ready, right?"

"Who do you think you are? Kid, it looks like I have to teach you a lesson." The tall, thin man with a submachine gun felt his eyes blur as soon as he finished speaking.

In the next second, he saw the pattern of the carpet occupying his sight, and at the same time, a huge force pressed against his back.

The mountain-like pressure instantly congested his brain, and his whole body lay on the ground like a cooked shrimp.

"click"

The gun that was in his hand was easily crushed by Jiang Yang and dropped to the ground. The deformed parts were scattered, and the barrel was broken into two pieces and rolled to the feet of the person next to him.

Seeing his terrifying strength, the few old men in the innermost looked at each other, and one of them, who seemed to be the highest, whispered, "It's him."

Several other people breathed a sigh of relief and quietly patted their own people in front to signal them to put down their weapons.

It's just that the scale of the Crystal Palace is already huge, and they can only control some people.

After Jiang Yang made a sudden move, several people in the room stood up with their guns raised.

Jiang Yang stepped lightly on the tall and thin man's back with one foot, stretched out a finger and looked at the standing people and said with a smile: "I have always been very patient with children, but the premise is that you are obedient. "

"boom!"

One shot suddenly.

Jiang Yang let the bullet hit his face, and his figure disappeared in place again.

"laugh"

Amidst the strange sound, the shooter suddenly screamed.

His entire left arm was torn off by Jiang Yang.

Red blood sprayed out, but Jiang Yang just smiled and said: "Of course I can understand the rebelliousness of puberty, but please bear with the pain of puberty, what is that word called? Oh, yes, youth pain Literature, now the pain has been given to you, I hope you can develop on the road of literature."

Throwing the torn arm on the ground, Jiang Yang looked at the few people sitting in the innermost with a smile: "Now you know who I am?"

Looking at the hard-core alloy warhead that was still stuck to his face after the collapse, several people nodded.

Jiang Yang smiled and pointed to the man with a broken arm who was sitting on the ground because of the pain: "Find someone to take him to the hospital. Xiao Lu is waiting at the door. The ambulance should have arrived just now."

One of them stood up and went to the door to order a few words, and two people came in with a stretcher and carried the person on the ground away.

Wiping the blood off his hands with the curtain, Jiang Yang took off the bullet on his face and threw it on the ground with a smile, asking the strong man, "The child is in good shape, what's your name?"

What happened just now was so sudden that the man didn't even have time to react that everything was over.

Looking at the deformed warhead on the ground, he swallowed hard.

He is the leader of a branch of this huge underground organization, but this guy in front of him looks like a monster.

The man suddenly remembered a rumor in the organization.

It is said that some people at the top have an independent small group.

They are related to a mine that used to exist, but no one knows where it is now, called a mine called New Hope.

And those people have access to the military.

All the firearms in the organization were obtained from them.

Rumors also mentioned that those people had light combat armor specially designed for the military.

Looking at that warhead, the conclusion seems beyond doubt.

The so-called one who knows food is a hero, and the strong man no longer cares about Feng Wenbin shooting himself, but he missed anyway, just a cigarette, nothing serious.

He put away his weapon and replied honestly: "My name is Chen Zheng."

Jiang Yang came over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder: "Then Xiao Chen, why don't you want to sit down and have a good chat?"

Looking at his bright smile, Chen Zhengli said confidently: "I have hemorrhoids."

"puff"

Qi Pei, who hid behind Feng Wenbin after Jiang Yang left, couldn't help laughing.

This guy was not good just now, but now he is as honest as a kindergarten kid.

And that excuse sounds so stupid.

Her laughter didn't affect Chen Zheng at all, he looked at Jiang Yang with a smirk and said, "Why don't I go stand aside for a while."

Jiang Yang shook his head: "You're pretty smart, just stand here."

Chen Zheng stood there obediently and did not speak, while looking at Jiang Yang curiously.

Why can't the boss's combat armor see the color?

Has the military's technology reached this level?

Just as he was thinking, Jiang Yang said again: "Anyone else has a problem and hurry up to ask it. If not, let's start talking about business."

The people present looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, seeing that no one stood up again, Feng Wenbin handed the shotgun to Qi Pei, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yang.

Nodding his head, looking at the content on the paper, Jiang Yang patted the strong man on the shoulder: "Chen Zheng, tell me why the leader of Firework Lane didn't come?"

Chen Zheng replied: "According to the rules of the Crystal Palace, the leader is indeed eligible to participate in the council meeting, but the leader has stopped participating in any affairs since ten years ago."

Jiang Yang interrupted him impatiently: "Tell me the reason."

Chen Zheng looked at the people in the room, and after the old people in the innermost part nodded, he said: "Since ten years ago, the leader has handed over his voting rights to Xu Qiang, the person in charge of the sixth district. The Quebecs of all ages no longer participate in the Chamber of Deputies."

The sixth district of the third base city, the place with the densest nightclubs in the whole city.

Practitioners in these special service industries also work there. Jiang Yang nodded and asked, "Has the leader fulfilled his responsibilities?"

Chen Zheng frowned: "The leader's responsibility?"

Lu Zhize outside the door shook his head when he heard the voice.

During the day at the Shengshi Hotel, when Jiang Yang mentioned that the leader was still responsible, he was stunned.

The main reason is that the position doesn't seem to be useful to him.

Do these ladies still need a leader?

Even if it is necessary.

Isn't it the mission of the chicken head to lead them to make money, and at the same time restrain them from taking private jobs to ensure the maximum profit?

Does this involve responsibility?

There is a part of responsibility in terms of making money for the organization, but what else?

Looking at the puzzled people in the room, Jiang Yang pulled Qi Pei out with a sigh, and said calmly: "The leader of Fireworks Lane is responsible for setting prices in a unified way, unifying the market and rules of the game, and screening out psychopaths with mental and physical defects. Guests are refused entry.

Internally, it is necessary to ensure the safety of the girls under his command. At the same time, it is necessary to ensure that girls are not forced into prostitution, and minors are not allowed to do anything. While supervising the business of girls, it is also necessary to monitor whether there are adverse situations such as embezzlement of money, forced transactions, and threats to safety and infectious diseases. "

Following his words, the old men in the innermost part of the room lowered their heads silently.

Lu Zhize who was standing outside the door sighed softly.

He also went back and looked through the information to find these rules.

The problem is that there are too many restrictions. If this is the case, the income will definitely drop a lot.

Besides, is it really necessary for something like Fengchen Industry to be so formal?

Anyway, they are all sold, so it’s enough to make money?

What are you doing with so much?

However, when Jiang Yang was at the Shengshi Hotel, he said something that made him feel very reasonable.

That's why he finally agreed to fully cooperate with Jiang Yang.

"The situation forces people here to have no other choice but to choose this path, but they can't completely let go of it because of this. The world needs rules, especially in special industries."