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"Wow!"

Looking at the screen, Wang Hu couldn't help but curse, "Where did these people come from? There must be at least a hundred of them!"

"I estimate there are more." Tang Long's gaze fell on a patrolman.

The man was wearing a faded camouflage uniform; although worn, it was still clearly a standard-issue uniform.

"Moreover, judging from their equipment and posture, they don't seem to be ordinary survivors."

"They must have a military background, or at least have received militia education or reserve training! They don't seem like ordinary rabble."

Wang Hu stared at a sentry that appeared on a screen.

His brow furrowed slightly: "That's right! The way that kid carries his gun is the military's 'three tight, one loose' posture. These guys are really tough to deal with."

He turned to look at Tang Long, his face filled with a fierce look.

"Captain Tang, what do we do? Should we just go for it?"

Tang Long shook his head.

"It's best to avoid conflict if possible! Enough people have already died in the apocalypse."

"What should we do then? We can't just stand by and watch, can we?" Wang Hu said, somewhat unwilling.

Tang Long remained silent for a moment, then looked at the granary in the distance.

"Courtesy first, then force."

"Our biggest problem right now is food, not making enemies."

"If we can obtain food through trade or cooperation, that would be good too."

He looked at Wang Hu.

"Take two brothers with you."

"Take two boxes of canned goods and some commonly used medicines from the car as gifts, and try to make contact with them."

"We should identify ourselves and say that we hope to exchange weapons, ammunition, or other supplies for food."

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"Remember," Tang Long instructed, "your task is to probe, not to provoke a conflict."

Wang Hu took a deep breath and nodded emphatically: "Understood, I understand."

.....

Ten minutes later.

A pickup truck stopped about 100 meters from the grain depot gate.

The watchtower on the gate sounded a piercing alarm.

Several patrolmen, leading vicious dogs, quickly surrounded them, their dark gun barrels pointed at Wang Hu and his two companions.

"Who goes there! Get off the bus!"

Wang Hu pushed open the car door, got out, and raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons.

The two police officers behind him also got out of the car, carried two boxes out of the trunk, and placed them on the ground.

Wang Hu shouted loudly.

"We mean no harm! We're from the Dongcheng District Police Station and we'd like to speak with your supervisor!"

The patrol team remained vigilant.

A moment later, the granary door opened a crack, and a man in faded camouflage clothing with a face as black as iron stepped out, followed by seven or eight equally menacing armed men.

His gaze fell on the holster and combat boots at Wang Hu's waist, and he frowned slightly.

He sneered, "That's really strange. There are still police these days?"

"We're here to seek cooperation," Wang Hu said with a smile, pointing to the boxes on the ground.

"This is a small gift; we would like to exchange weapons and ammunition for some food."

The man gave a wink to his men behind him.

Two men immediately stepped forward and pried open the box with their bayonets.

One box contained canned luncheon meat, and the other box contained various antibiotics and bandages.

The man kicked the tin can: "Quite a generous gift. Looks like your family is quite wealthy."

Wang Hu remained unfazed: "These were all found during the search and rescue of survivors. We are very sincere; we only want food, and the price is negotiable."

The man didn't reply. Instead, he squatted down, carefully examined the medicine packaging, and then picked up a can and weighed it in his hand.

Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes sharpening like an eagle's: "I'll take the things."

Wang Hu felt a sense of relief.

But the next second, the man suddenly raised his gun.

boom!

The bullet precisely pierced the pickup truck's front tire! The vehicle suddenly lurched.

Then...

The gun was raised and steadily pointed at Wang Hu's forehead.

"I have plenty of grain," the man said coldly, with a hint of wariness and hostility. "But the rules are my rules."

"Want to make a deal? Have your boss come in person. If I'm in a good mood, I might reward you with a few bags of rice."

His men behind him burst into laughter, and raised their guns in unison.

Wang Hu's pupils contracted slightly, his muscles tensed, and he forcefully suppressed the urge to draw his gun.

He stared at the man for a full three seconds before slowly nodding.

"I will definitely deliver the message."

"Get out!" the man said coldly, putting away his pistol.

Wang Hu turned around, got into the car, and drove away.

……

Ten minutes later.

On the reaction tower of a chemical plant.

Wang Hu stood aside and reported the situation: "That's how it is. The other party seems to have absolutely no intention of contacting us."

Tang Long listened quietly, his brows furrowing slightly.

"This guy, he thinks we're easy prey!" he muttered to himself.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Hu and Chen Ming.

"Let's go! Let's go back."

Both of them were taken aback.

"Going back already?" Wang Hu looked completely bewildered.

Tang Long rolled his eyes: "Otherwise what?"

"There are over a hundred people on the other side, all armed!"

"There are only twelve of us. Are we just going to send ourselves to our deaths?"

Wang Hu scratched his head: "It seems so! That's right!"

"Alright! Let's go."

......

After half an hour.

The group rushed back to the East District base before nightfall.

They didn't go to the municipal government building. Firstly, it was already dark, and secondly, Su Yan and Liu Qiang would be back tomorrow, so there would be no point in them going there.

It would be better to find some time to take a good rest.

As the car slowly drove into the security zone of the Dongcheng First Police Station.

Looking at the clean streets in front of him and the construction site of the wall in the distance, Wang Hu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Home is still the most comfortable place."

Tang Long didn't say anything, but simply nodded in agreement, opened the car door, and got out.

The continuous high-intensity work had left him feeling somewhat tired.

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhao Fan quickly came to greet him.

"Team Leader Tang, Team Leader Wang, you're back."

"Hmm." Tang Long nodded. "How have you been these past few days?"

Zhao Fan handed over a handwritten report.

"Currently, the number of survivors in the base has exceeded six hundred."

"As you instructed, the labor dispatch and work point system have been fully implemented, and the construction progress of the wall has been accelerated by 30 percent."

"Once the survivors from the city hall are all transferred here, the progress should be able to increase two to three times."

"The newly cultivated vegetable garden has been planted, but..."

Zhao Fan paused, looking somewhat troubled.

"Just what?" Wang Hu asked.

"The food is being consumed too quickly, putting a lot of pressure on the canteen."

"Plus, we also have to take care of the people from the municipal government. We've basically switched to eating porridge now," Zhao Fan said with a wry smile.

Wang Hu stepped forward and patted Zhao Fan's shoulder hard, making him stagger.

"Well done, kid."

"In just a few days, you've arranged hundreds of people perfectly. You have the style I had back in the day."

Zhao Fan grinned, rubbing his shoulder that had been slapped so hard.

Tang Long interrupted their conversation.

"Let's go eat first, I'm starving."