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

First floor of C City Hotel.

The lights in the conference room were dim and the atmosphere was as dull as stagnant water.

"Boss, we went to the central pavilion this morning, but they wouldn't let us in."

"I saw with my own eyes that Zhang Ping from the Southern Base went in normally."

"Boss, we didn't do that. We were framed."

"Now Ji Xun is suppressing us and only contacting the southern base. He is basically targeting us!"

"Just give me a few more days, and I will definitely find out who is behind this."

But in just two days, Chen Junrong looked like he had lost several years of his age. There was a dark spot under his eyes, and it was obvious that he had not slept well for several nights.

Hearing this, his eyes were filled with endless anger, and he threw the ashtray at the person who was speaking, "What are you checking?"

"Will it be useful to find out?"

Their goal is to strengthen the reagents.

Spend time and energy looking for clues, but by the time you find them, it's too late.

The person who was hit was trembling with fear and dared not say a word.

Chen Junrong took a deep puff of cigarette, and the smoke enveloped his entire face.

After the thick smoke, he whispered, "I have already found a way. Come with me to the Central Pavilion tomorrow."

"It will take at most a week. We have to get the enhanced reagents."

There was a cruelty in his voice that made people feel inexplicably frightened.

"Yes, boss!"

The building next to the central hall is a four-story building, which was a community hospital before the end of the world.

The servant pushed Ji Xun into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor below ground before leaving.

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped at the dark underground fourth floor.

"You came."

The old man has gray hair and wears goggles and protective clothing.

I heard the sound of his wheelchair rolling, but he didn't even raise his head and never stopped the experiment in his hands.

Ji Xun half closed his eyes and pursed his lips, "Grandpa."

The old man didn't answer, but dripped the scarlet liquid from the dropper in his hand into the glass dish. After a moment, the old man sighed and cleaned the laboratory table.

Behind him, his assistant helped him take off his protective suit and eye mask.

Ji Wenshi turned to look at his grandson, his wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly, "I also heard about what happened recently."

"It's just a healing ability. Even if he dies, that's it."

"Ji Xun, don't forget our great cause."

The old man's voice was shrill and his tone was slow and obscure, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable listening to him.

Ji Xun didn't say anything, his gentle eyes were now ice-cold.

He whispered, "Yes."

The old man left, and his assistant came forward and skillfully rolled up Ji Xun's sleeves, revealing dense pinhole marks.

The slender needle was inserted into his blue blood vessel, and blood flowed into the transparent glass container.

The color of his blood was a little strange, there seemed to be a hint of green in the red and black, which looked really weird.

As the blood flowed out, his already pale face became more transparent.

He gritted his teeth and endured the dizziness. For some reason, the scene of Jiang Run deliberately acting like a spoiled child and disgusting others emerged in his mind.

He murmured the three words "Jiang Yurun" in a low voice, enduring the pain all over his body.

It was already late at night when Ji toured the villa.

The lights in Jiang Run's villa had been turned off long ago. He sat outside the villa for a long time, until his shoulders were filled with snow, and then he returned to his residence.

Jiang Run, who was supposed to be asleep, had already secretly gotten up, and she and Zhu Ning stayed in Lin Yun's room.

After a while, the woman on the bed stood up with a look of joy on her face, "Miss, I understand!"

“The central hall is just a cover. The community hospital next to it is where the real researchers are located.”

"There seem to be about ten floors below, and each floor has a different use."

"Specifically, I, Ru Meng, don't know much."

Jiang Run nodded, knowing just a rough address was enough.

She curled her lips and wrote the message on a piece of paper with her left hand, making two copies, exactly the same.

"Leave it to those two bases and let them fight each other."

Rather than spending a lot of money to obtain the formula for the enhanced reagent, it would be better to steal it cleanly and efficiently.

Jiang Run never thought that her plans would fail, because she knew that in the face of huge benefits, there would always be people who would give it a try.

"what?"

"They actually want 500,000 kilograms of food in one go in City C? And 30,000 crystal cores?"

Why don't you go and grab it?

Food is already hard to come by due to the severe cold weather, yet they demand 500,000 kilograms at once without even asking for negotiation.

But the southern base only needs 300,000 kilograms.

They were treated differently.

Ji Xun still holds a grudge against the healing psychic who was injured...

"Boss, they are going too far."

"Where do we get those 500,000 kilograms of grain?"

"If we had taken over the transit station, this amount of food wouldn't be a problem."

"Can……"

The man who spoke looked at Chen Junrong's face, and sure enough, it was already pitch black.

He realized something was wrong and stopped talking without going on.

But everyone present knew...

The grain transfer station was originally led by Chen Junrong and Zhang Jiu, but they were seriously injured and had to flee back to the base in a panic.

This can definitely be called Chen Junrong’s history of shame.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What can we do now?"

A middle-aged man stood up, a little hesitant.

Chen Junrong frowned and stared at him, "What do you want to say?"

"My subordinates reported to me this morning that they had found the exact location of the research institute."

"I was afraid he was talking nonsense, so I arranged for someone to investigate and found that the place was indeed heavily guarded, with more patrols, both overt and covert, than the central hall."

An ashtray was thrown at him, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The man said aggrievedly, "There are too many people. I dare not check carefully. I dare not say anything until I am sure."

Hearing this, Chen Junrong's expression finally relaxed. He hooked his finger and asked Xiaowu and another person to go investigate.

An hour later, Xiaowu came back exhausted.

"He's right, there is indeed a problem there."

In the conference room, the gloomy atmosphere was swept away and everyone's faces were filled with joy.

Chen Junrong also felt relieved. If the researchers in his base weren't so useless, he wouldn't have had to come to City C to run into trouble.

This time when he came to City C, just one strengthening reagent was not enough to satisfy his appetite.

He also wants the research team in City C...

Now that City C has offered a sky-high price, it’s no wonder that he has acted so ruthlessly.

"Send a telegram to Xiao Feng and ask him to bring a thousand superpowers to support us."

"A thousand superpowers?"

The number of psychics in their base is no more than two thousand, and excluding the low-level ones, there are only about a thousand of them.

There are zombies surrounding the city outside. If all the combat-capable superpowers withdraw, what will happen to the ordinary people in the base?

"The base can be rebuilt, but if we can't get things like strengthening reagents, we will no longer have a place to stand in the future."

Everyone understands the truth, but it is shocking to see Chen Junrong so casually disregard the lives of tens of thousands of people.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little chill in their hearts.

If they become a burden in the future, will Chen Junrong abandon them like he is doing now?