Zombies don't need to rest

But he still curled his lips: "The monopoly formed by violent means is simply the lowest level method. You should be glad that we came in time, otherwise we might be liquidated someday."

Chen Zheng couldn't understand the meaning behind what he said, so he nodded honestly and shut his mouth.

Seeing that he really didn't dare to talk to him, Feng Wenbin shrugged his shoulders and looked at Jiang Yang who was walking in front of the last person.

After raising his hand to look at the time, he said to Qi Pei with ease: "So after the number of customers decreased, the bosses of these night clubs began to try their best to attract more girls into the water in order to serve the hobbies of the Guo family and related consumers. , and even threatened with force, there is even more indiscriminate direct drug use, right?

Qi Pei nodded.

Feng Wenbin continued: "Well, these methods are unacceptable to Brother Yang, so that Xu Qiang will be the same as these people later."

Hearing this, Qi Pei smiled, and said a little happily: "It is estimated that the boss Xu of our Muse Nightclub has something to do with this Xu Qiang."

Feng Wenbin took out his mobile phone and quickly searched for information: "Distant relatives with ordinary relationships, otherwise, your Muse would have already become one of the best venues in the sixth district.

But that boss Xu of yours is so courageous that he dared to do something to the child, so Xu Qiang had him to help him climb the way of the Guo family.

If we don't come, Muse will become the largest night venue in the sixth district in a few years. "

Pointing to the shotgun, Feng Wenbin said with a smile: "When the time comes, you can use this to kill him, and then be your leader and wait for Brother Yang to inform you of the next plan."

Qi Pei asked curiously, "What are you going to do next?"

Feng Wenbin shook his head and said, "I don't know. Brother Yang told me when he came here that he thinks the world can't always be this bad, and he needs fresh air once in a while."

In the room, Jiang Yang gently stepped on the last middle-aged man who was hoarse from shouting.

Looking at the last line of text on the paper in his hand, he said calmly: "During the 195 years from 207 to 12 in the catastrophe era, you have been forcibly selling special meals with added ingredients to [-] schools in the eighth district, and At that time, someone pointed out that the meals you sent contained psychotropic drugs prohibited by the federal government, but you secretly killed the whistleblower, can you explain this clearly?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak.

Jiang Yang continued to ask: "Since 192, you have established a laboratory on the outskirts of the eighth district, and then expanded a chemical production workshop. Don't tell me that you are producing cold medicine."

Amidst the other party's violent panting, Jiang Yang said calmly: "Tell me what happened? What are you selling? To whom? How much? Who is involved? Did Lu Zhize instruct you to do this or Who else? Why did it end up involving students?"

With the tragic situation of so many people before his eyes, the middle-aged man took a deep breath.

He wasn't sure that he could survive such torture, so he might as well give a full confession in exchange for a happy death.

Thinking of this, he said loudly: "The first business I was in charge of was selling painkillers. The appointment cycle of the hospitals in Base [-] City is too long, so many patients need this thing, but the organization's income turned over ratio is too high. I want to earn money. More."

"At that time, the municipal government was planning to recruit a group of official pharmaceutical factory technicians, and gathered a lot of students who came from all over the federation to take the exam. I selected a hundred of those who failed the exam to pay them, and got that laboratory."

"In the beginning, I wanted to make painkillers myself, but the cost was high and it was easy to be discovered by the Federation. As a result, when I was about to disband them, someone came up with a new type of painkiller that worked exceptionally well."

Hearing this, Jiang Yang also guessed what happened next.

The effect of the new painkiller is so excellent, and the production cost is much lower, this guy did not hesitate to push the medicine he made to the market.

Then unexpectedly discovered that this thing has a strong addiction.

It can work on new humans, Jiang Yang has probably guessed what it is.

Sun Hai also made this thing, but in the end it was rejected because it did more harm than good.

After discovering the addictive nature, this guy started to test the specific effect.

But after all, he is not a research institute or a hospital, he is just a drug dealer who relies on the protection of the Crystal Palace to grow bigger and bigger.

So his subjects chose the schools closest to the factory.

The middle-aged man said loudly: "Through long-term observation, we found that these drugs can make students concentrate for a short time, and also help their studies to some extent, so the first market we opened up as an independent drug is not an analgesic, but a pain reliever. It’s sold to students, it’s called the smart drug.”

Jiang Yang nodded, that's right.

A few years ago, Sun Hai told himself that in the groundwater circulation system of No. 11 base city, traces of this drug were detected.

At that time, he thought it was the drug leakage on his side and checked it carefully.

In the end, it was discovered that the thing came in from the outside, and it was not a local thing in the NO.11 base city at all.

Looking at the middle-aged man waiting to die under his feet, Jiang Yang said, "So you are selling that thing, do you know that your thing has been targeted by the federal guards? If it weren't for the Crystal Palace Wipe your ass for you, can you still lie here and talk?"

The few old people who sat in the innermost and witnessed the whole killing also frowned.

They have also recently been investigating why they were targeted by the Federal Guard.

It turned out that the problem was here.

After stepping on the middle-aged man, Jiang Yang threw the last piece of paper to Feng Wenbin, and gently pressed his hand on the middle-aged man's neck: "If you don't count Xu Qiang, you are the smartest among the twelve people who died. Alright, since you've said it all, the next thing has nothing to do with you anymore, I'll give you a ride."

"click"

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out in the room.

Jiang Yang looked at the blood stains on his body, and smiled at the rest of the room: "Let me go and deal with the clothes later, it's time to talk about business."

Looking at Lu Zhize who had been standing in the corner without saying a word, Jiang Yang pointed to the broken pieces on the ground: "Let's clean it up, the work here is over, I'll go to Xu Qiang's side later."

Lu Zhize nodded and called his men to clean up the scene.

After Jiang Yang walked into the changing room, there was a sound in the room.

One of the old men said: "Not counting Xu Qiang, the twelve who died were all leaders of various organizations that were merged after the expansion. Back then, in Base City No. [-], including us, a total of [-] societies were merged and established. The Crystal Palace is the leader, and now, except for Xu Qiang, the rest are our own people."

He held his trembling hand and stood up looking at the people in the room: "I believe our people should not do such a thing."

The thin and tall man who was brought down by Jiang Yang with a submachine gun before said: "It is true that I have long disliked these guys, but they have a lot of people and their business is messy. They are still the veterans of our Crystal Palace. We I have never been able to find a chance to do it, this, uh, Mr. Yang helped us solve a lot of troubles."

The others also nodded.

These are people who are used to life and death, and it is impossible for them to give up resistance because of Jiang Yang's brutality.

What really made them put down their guns and watch the massacre was because Jiang Yang didn't hurt any innocent people.

Several old people looked at each other.

They have all heard the existence of this person more than once from their parents, and it is the strict discipline from their parents that keeps them restraining themselves all the time.

But the problem is that they can manage themselves, but they can't control the forces that existed in Base City No. [-] before they arrived.

Even if Mr. Lu is still alive.

These forces were also forced to join the Crystal Palace back then, and they have not been fully integrated for so many years, so they can't control these people.

But it's fine now.

Jiang Yang killed all the leaders of these forces.

Except for Xu Qiang, whose arm was torn off because he offended Jiang Yang first, the whole army was wiped out.

An old man frowned and asked: "The leader is dead, what will their subordinates do? And so many people died at once, how to explain to the guards?"

Lu Zhize, who directed his men to clean up the scene, said in a deep voice, "I'll explain to the guards."

"Then trouble you."

Jiang Yang's voice came, and the person who appeared in front of people again was still the middle-aged man who looked gentle and elegant, like a teacher.

There is a faint smile on his face, and he looks like the number one hero in an idol drama.

Although he just tore up a dozen people in front of everyone.

He stood in the room and looked at the rest of the people: "It's all my own people, so let me tell you what we have to do next. There are two Mr. Lu in the guard team who are responsible for solving the problem, and everyone here needs help. I have a favor."

Under the gaze of everyone, he showed a warmer smile and said: "I said a long time ago that an underground force like the Crystal Palace can only be, and must be, a product that only exists at a certain stage. "

He looked at the old people: "But unfortunately, what you have done in the past 80 years has not satisfied me."

Several old people lowered their heads in shame, and Jiang Yang looked at them: "The New Hope Mine is a feat achieved by a group of heroes and ordinary people at a time when the whole world is in doomsday, and as their children and descendants, You can't even get rid of these hooligans around you, and some people even hang out with them."

Lu Zhize stood on the side with his head down and didn't speak, just like his father bowed his head in shame when facing Jiang Yang's reprimand during the day.

Looking at them, Jiang Yang said calmly: "I must reiterate that the Crystal Palace is an underground force rather than a black and evil force, so I think we need to do a big cleaning before we start our official work."

97 Can’t be changed, need to be repaired a little bit

No. 11 base city, the demolition work of the ninth block is still going on, and a factory building that looks a little crude but has a different world inside has been built on the riverside that was originally located outside the city.

More than 3000 zombies stood together.

In the lead are 120 zombies from the Windless Tavern.

At the moment, they are receiving the tasks of their respective groups under the command of Dong Quanyun.

"We have carried out theoretical analysis and experimental production of construction waste recycling countless times in the past 20 years, and now we are entering the formal production stage. I hope you can find out the problems in time and improve our entire resource recycling system as soon as possible.

At the same time, I also hope that you will ensure the quality and safety in your work.

In addition, for the workers in each group, you must calmly analyze the problems and suggestions they raised during work. Don't be self-righteous, and don't cling to our little knowledge. Teach what should be taught, and learn what should be learned. That's it, disband. "

After Dong Quanyun finished speaking, he handed out group task schedules to the zombies.

After carefully browsing the work of their own group, these zombies from Windless Tavern began to greet other zombies who were waiting for work to enter the factory building.

A mountain of waste has already piled up on the open space in the distance, and zombies are sending more waste over in a steady stream.

After each team officially entered the work station, the first round of trial production began.

The scraps removed from the various buildings were crushed by the zombies with brute force, and then put into the newly built blast furnaces.

The zombies in the Windless Tavern not only serve as the team leader in charge of production, but also serve as technicians to check the operation of these equipment and adjust them in time.

Dong Quanyun stood on a pile of waste and looked at the bustling factory building.

So many years have passed, and the idea that brother Yang said at the beginning is becoming a reality step by step.

Then follow the original plan.

After building this new home, Wufeng will officially begin to explore the world and the boundless starry sky above.

In this process, there is still a very important problem to be solved, that is, the production of so-called living matter.

Brother Yang has never told everyone about the progress of this issue, and even the windless people don't know where people are conducting research in this area.

In short, Brother Yang said that he will solve this problem on the day they officially start deep space exploration.

Although this sounds mysterious and mysterious, the zombies are willing to believe Jiang Yang.

Because they were willing to believe him more than 100 years ago.

A small group of zombies carrying large bags quickly walked back from the field path outside.

They are the research team responsible for investigating the biological environment in the wild after receiving Jiang Yang's order, and listening to what they said, the harvest from this trip is quite huge.

"Mr. Dong"

A voice came from below.

Dong Quanyun lowered his head and saw Fan Zishan standing on the ground holding a notebook and looking at the factory building under construction.

Gently jumping down from the pile of waste more than ten meters high, Dong Quanyun shook hands with Fan Zishan.

The mayor has often come to the Ninth Street District recently, and the dust from the demolition has made his delicate suit dirty. In recent days, he simply asked Dong Quanyun for a set of overalls, and took them with him every day. The notebook shuttles among the ruins of the Ninth Street.

Dong Quanyun had a good impression of the young mayor. Seeing him staring curiously at the blast furnace inside the factory, he asked blankly, "Mayor Fan, what's the matter?"

Fan Zishan nodded and asked: "I asked the technical staff, generally speaking, the remanufacturing of recycled waste will lead to a decline in the performance of the finished product. How do we solve this problem here?"

Frowning, Dong Quanyun said helplessly: "I'm afraid it will take me about a year to explain the technical issues to you."

He looked at the busy zombies in the factory: "But in general, in our design and experiments, we can minimize the impact and restore the nature of the substance itself to the greatest extent. Of course, these are all theoretical calculations and small-scale experiments. The results of the experiment, the specific effect can only be determined after the finished product comes out."

Fan Zishan took a deep breath and asked, "So you've been thinking about these issues for a long time, haven't you?"

Dong Quanyun nodded: "To be precise, when the NO.100 base city was built more than 11 years ago, Brother Yang was already considering the follow-up urban expansion and upgrading and reconstruction work."

Putting away his notebook, Fan Zishan looked at Dong Quanyun seriously and asked, "Why?"

In the past few days, Fan Zishan has been walking around the Ninth Street.

It was the first time he had such close contact with different zombies.

To his surprise, these zombies were not as cold as they looked.

On the contrary, they are very willing to chat with themselves, and many times they can even say quite a lot of helpful suggestions for themselves.

But these, no one has ever told me, and no zombie has ever approached any official organization to communicate their thoughts.

It feels as if they have actually seen the world clearly a long time ago. At this moment, most people live in their own comfortable environment, watching the changes of the world calmly.

These days, he felt as if he had come into contact with a strange world.

A world that is completely different from my own cognition, from the education the Federation has given me since I was a child, and from the stories passed down by countless people, but it is more real and more desirable.

And the builder of this environment that makes the zombies comfortable, this world that is incompatible with the current world, is Mr. Jiang.