Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1565 Spy War
Lan City.

Wuyuan Mountain.

"Are there any other smaller, more powerful cutting machines? These are too big to carry." Ma Laoliu asked Jin Kui with a frown.

"Boss, the cutting machines have high power and are basically large in size," Jin Kui explained awkwardly.

"No, don't bring anything too big. It will definitely be discovered if you bring it." Ma Laoliu thought for a while and said, "It's better to bring two electric drills."

Jin Kui hesitated to speak.

Seeing that he opened his mouth but didn't speak, Ma Laoliu said impatiently:
"Just say whatever you want to say, don't hide it."

Jin Kui said, "Boss, I feel like it's very risky for us to do this. If the big guys find out that we're trying to steal the meteorite, we'll be dead!"

"There is absolutely no need to take such a big risk for Oil City. The gain is not worth the loss."

Ma Laoliu clenched the cup in his hand. He knew the risk was great, but when he looked at Xiaoru's face, his heart ached.

In order to develop an antidote for zombies, he can give up everything.

But reason told him that it was indeed inappropriate to do so.

Taking a deep breath, he waved his hand weakly, "Forget it, just go down, don't worry about it."

"Do we still need to prepare an electric drill?" Jin Kui asked after hesitating for a few seconds.

"No need. Didn't you say that if the boss finds us, we will surely die?"

"Okay, then I'll go down." Jin Kui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had successfully persuaded the boss not to steal the meteorite.

The boss was very good to him and was very loyal, but sometimes he was too bold.

Why do you have to develop an antidote for zombies?

"By the way, boss, Expert Huang said that he would return to Jiayu City with us when the time comes." Jin Kui turned around and stopped, then said to Ma Laoliu.

"What? Why didn't he tell me? Why did he leave so suddenly?" Ma Laoliu stood up from his seat.

Jin Kui quickly explained: "I heard him say that there was an internal adjustment in their research team, and they wanted to transfer him back."

"Then we're going to give up the research laboratory that we worked so hard to build for them?" Ma Laoliu looked unhappy.

"They will send other scientific researchers over later."

"Oh, that's fine. Huang Shiyong is too timid and is too cowardly to do experimental research. He won't achieve anything great. It would be better to replace him with someone else."

Jin Kui did not answer. He punched Ma Laoliu, bowed and left.

Their Wuyuan Mountain was originally an independent force, but later, due to the tyranny of the Northwest, they had to submit to the rule of the Northwest and exist as a subordinate force.

As a subsidiary force of the Northwest, Wuyuan Mountain is responsible for resisting all zombies coming from the east and preventing the zombie tide from entering the Northwest.

The northwest will also provide them with some weapons and ammunition support.

Since the virus research team in the northwest needed to conduct human experiments, but the surrounding population was relatively small, they captured survivors through Ma Laoliu to conduct human experiments.

After a long time, at the suggestion of Ma Laoliu, Northwest set up a research institute branch near Ma Laoliu, mainly to conduct clinical human trials on the vaccines developed by Northwest.

After Jin Kui left, Ma Laoliu's face suddenly turned gloomy.

He took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass.

Drink it all in one gulp.

It was late at night and he should have rested, but he didn't dare go back to his residence. Every time he went back and saw Xiaoru's face, he couldn't stop feeling regretful and in pain.

It’s been almost six years.

It’s been almost six years since Xiaoru became a zombie.

Reason told him that it was almost impossible to transform zombies back into humans, but he was still unwilling to believe it.

The motivation that keeps him alive is Xiaoru.

He must turn Xiaoru back into a human.

It would be difficult to rely on his own strength, so he could only place his hopes on the Northwest boss.
However, in the past four years, it has not yet been developed in the northwest.

Expectations and disappointments again and again.

At this time, an oil city suddenly appeared and told him that as long as there was a meteorite from outer space, he could develop an antidote.

This temptation is like a juicy chicken drumstick suddenly appearing in front of a person who is about to starve to death.

But the big chicken leg was hanging on a horizontal bar in the air. If he wanted to get the big chicken leg, he had to reach the horizontal bar and jump up to get it.

But the altitude below is hundreds of meters. Whether one can land steadily on the horizontal bar after jumping down is unknown, or the probability is extremely low.

The promise of Oil City to him is that big chicken leg, and the meteorite from outer space is that big chicken leg.

He wanted to go to the northwest to steal a meteorite from outer space, which was like jumping off a thin horizontal bar a hundred meters high.

If you don't step on the right place or don't step firmly when you fall, you will fall to death.

Just like he stole the meteorite in the northwest. If he didn't have time to escape, he would even implicate his brothers, and the boss would definitely kill him.

"Can you change your mindset? Tell the boss directly?"

"Let the boss give me a small piece of meteorite, then I will take the meteorite to Oil City. After Oil City gives me the antidote, I will give half of the antidote to the boss?"

"No, if the boss knew I had any connection with Oil City, he would definitely kill me."

"Fuck! These two gangs from Oil City and Northwest are so fucking speechless! Wouldn't it be better for them to work together to research an antidote for zombies?" Ma Laoliu grabbed his hair and let out a cry of pain.

He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

It was so annoying, but he couldn't solve it.

Feeling miserable, he could only drink to relieve his sorrow. It seemed that drinking one cup after another was not enough for him, so he picked up the bottle and blew into his mouth.

It takes a lot of strength to blow the liquor with your mouth.

Ma Laoliu could drink quite a lot. After he finished a bottle of strong liquor in just a few gulps, he finally felt tipsy.

I lay on the sofa in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Muttering to himself,

"At this stage, there are meteorites in the northwest. Oil City needs meteorites, but the northwest needs the anti-cancer team. From the last conversation, since Oil City can control zombies, it means that they have done in-depth research on zombies. The anti-cancer team is likely to be there."

"The Northwest is strong, and the Oil City is also strong."

"Thinking from the boss's perspective, he definitely wants to develop an antidote and have exclusive possession of it. The same goes for Oil City."

"Is there any way to get them to sit down and work together sincerely to research a cure for zombies?"

"Do some ideological work for the boss? Ask him to take out the meteorite first?"

"Oh, it's impossible. The boss is unlikely to do this. You old bastard, you even used a substitute, and you were seen by the Lord of Oil City. It's fucking amazing! You have no shame!"

"The mayor of Oil City seems to be easy to talk to. How about asking him to take a step back and start cooperation with Northwest?"

"It doesn't seem likely. The last time the boss played that trick, trust collapsed. It's unlikely that the mayor of Oil City would take the initiative to step back. Besides, there are so many helicopters in Oil City, and Jin Kui has been to the trading market. There are a large population, and the strength may be stronger than that of the Northwest."

“How annoying.”

Ma Laoliu stared at the ceiling blankly. Sometimes he really wanted to curse.

Can't these powerful people sit down and work together to develop a cure for zombies for the sake of all mankind? Damn it.
How can people be so selfish?

I, Ma Laoliu, am still thinking about how to promote cooperation between your two families late at night.

Damn, I'm so great.

Ma Laoliu seemed to have drunk a little too much. A confident man would always inadvertently add some positive colors to his behavior and magnify it again and again.

northwest.

The boss was half lying in the bathtub.

He looked at the mirror opposite him and squinted at himself.

These days, Gao Zhao and Hong Gongcao contact me every few days.

Report on the situation in Oil City, but in his opinion this information is irrelevant.

The two most core questions still have no answers.

In addition, the trading market established in Oil City is quite interesting.

Gao Zhao and Hong Gongcao both pretended to join in. If they could be promoted slowly, it would be beyond his expectations.

A few days ago, Gao Zhao asked himself to send more people to provide support, continuously infiltrate the Oil City, and get promoted step by step by completing missions.

Get inside.

Ah!
The boss raised his lips. In his opinion, setting up this trading market in Oil City was the biggest mistake.

The establishment of the so-called five-level system is even more of a joke.

Although it can motivate subordinates to work hard, it also disperses power and poses hidden dangers.

It's like a thousand holes, which will be penetrated step by step.

In his opinion, there is no need for a fierce war to destroy the trading market.

All you need to do is send out more spies, and then join their Oil City step by step, slowly get promoted, and wait until the power you have mastered reaches a certain level.

Seize power in one fell swoop.

He will expend the least effort to gain the greatest benefit.

Thinking of this, he climbed out of the bathtub.

Because of regular exercise, he keeps his body in good shape.

Wow!
The water on his body dripped onto the tiles.

Wrap a towel around your hair and dry it.

He came to the living room and picked up the intercom to contact the guards downstairs.

"Let Youlong come over."

"Yes, sir."

The guard looked at the flickering lights upstairs and had some guesses.

In the middle of the night, Captain Youlong was asked to go up.
Forget it, let’s go find Captain Youlong.

The guard didn't think much and ran out in a hurry.

(Ask for monthly ticket)