Stock up on supplies! Raise zombies! The end of the world is over!

In the microphone, accompanied by chaotic electric currents, a cold female voice came out neither hurriedly nor slowly.

"We can be sure of one thing, Ji Wenshi, he is anxious."

"The drawback of the strengthening reagent is his fatal weakness."

Rong Zhengqiang didn't say anything, because what Jiang Run said was not a secret among the three bases.

“So, I think we have to fight, and we have to fight a big one.”

The three bases remained consistent in their attitude towards the battle.

Another person attending the meeting at the Southern Base spoke up, "City Lord Jiang, with our current combat power, I'm afraid our chances of winning are slim..."

City C is at its peak and its fighting power is at its peak.

Ji Xun interrupted at this time, "No matter how powerful the psychics are, they haven't received professional training after all."

"We may not be able to win in a head-on confrontation, but that doesn't mean we don't have other options."

"Lord Rong of the Southern Base should know this better than us."

Rong Zhengqiang, who had been silent for a long time, finally showed a smile on his face.

Season tour, not bad.

A clever man indeed.

They cannot defeat the enhanced psychics head-on, but they have tactics.

Rong Zhengqiang's southern base is a regular army, which is far superior to the guerrillas and generals of ordinary people in terms of awareness and military quality.

When it comes to advanced scientific research, he cannot compare to Ji Wenshi.

But when it comes to fighting, Rong Zhengqiang has many ways to defeat the enemy.

"Qingyue, tell Jiangcheng Base and Weihai Base about our plan."

Rong Qingyue took the communicator, and a deep male voice came through the loudspeaker, sounding so pleasant that it was a little distorted.

"We are going to spread fake news to make City C think we will lay siege in the coming days."

"Then we will launch an assault at a time when they least expect it and destroy the factory that produces the enhanced reagents."

He only talked about the general idea, and the specific battle plan has not yet been formally formulated.

Rong Zhengqiang informed the plan, which undoubtedly showed his sincerity.

Ji Xun said calmly, "I know Ji Wenshi. He will only place the production factory of the enhanced reagents in the safest place."

"I have people in the Jiwenshi City Defense. I will ask them to help investigate the location of the factory."

So far, only Jiang Cheng has not made any statement.

"What does City Lord Jiang think?"

One person asked.

After a brief silence, a faint female voice sounded, shocking everyone.

"Jiangcheng can provide 10,000 zombie troops and 100,000 war supplies."

"And three energy pills for each person."

Ten thousand zombie troops? !

One hundred thousand war supplies? !

After hearing the previous sentence, a senior official at the Southern Base breathed faster.

This is the first time I deal with City Lord Jiang. Why is he so generous?

Provide combat power and supplies!

Is this the situation of the richest man’s daughter?

So arrogant!

When they heard the words "physical strength pills" again, everyone fell silent.

What is this?

"It can restore mental strength and reduce fatigue. If you are a superpower user, it can help speed up the recovery of superpowers to a certain extent."

After hearing the explanation, everyone fell silent again.

This time I was surprised and suspicious.

"So, what about those energy pills? They don't have any side effects, right?"

Rong Zhengqiang was also thinking about this problem. With the lesson of strengthening reagents in mind, he had to be cautious.

"Don't worry, there are no side effects. I will give you the development method and you can produce it yourself."

Jiang Run's words completely dispelled everyone's doubts.

"Lord Jiang is righteous!"

Physical strength pills are so precious, but Jiang Run is willing to share them for free. He deserves everyone's admiration.

The meeting ended quickly.

In the meeting room of the Southern Base, everyone else had already left, leaving only Rong Zhengqiang sitting in the first seat.

He looked to his left, where his old friend Li usually sat.

Rong Zhengqiang lowered his voice, and his tone was like he was reminiscing with an old friend, "That girl in Jiangcheng is not simple. I think my son is in trouble."

"Ping, what should I do?"

On one side is his son's happiness, and on the other is the life and death of the entire Chinese people.

It would be great if that girl was not the mayor of Jiangcheng.