Chapter 33

Killing people is not killing chickens or zombies. The death of a stone dragon is enough to deter everyone in the Yang family collection. Lu Ziming's goal is achieved. Then he begins to give mercy to Zhu and make a wish for them, and set up a clear image of Lu Ziming's reward and punishment.

"You can do two things now. First, I need someone to clean up Yang Jiaji's zombies. As long as someone can kill ten zombies, they can join the army; second, I need several people to help investigate the details of Yang Jiaji, how many survivors there are, what skills these people have, and what resources Yang Jiaji has, such as food, cement, wood, etc."

As soon as Lu Ziming finished speaking, two humanitarians ran out of the crowd: "Sir, I'm familiar with Yang Jiaji. I can investigate!"

"Hmm!" Lu Ziming nodded, pointing to the rest of the humanity: "you go and kill the zombies. Who killed ten zombies, cut off the heads of the zombies and come to me, and I will wait for you in the granary.".

The little gangsters left in the crowd are remorseful. Why didn't they hurry up when they hesitated to do something just now? Let them take the lead.

You know, investigating Yang Jiaji is much easier than killing zombies. These little gangsters are born and raised in Yang Jiaji. They can recite every plant and tree here with their eyes closed. Moreover, this is a good opportunity to curry favor with Lu Ziming. It can be said that they can ascend to the sky step by step, which makes people jealous.

"What are your names?"

"My name is Cui Dong."

"My name is Zhong Feng."

"OK! Wait here," Lu Ziming turned to the door of the grain depot and said to the humanitarian inside, "now open the door.".

The people in the granary saw Lu Ziming's thunder means and heard that Lu Ziming was from the army. Naturally, they didn't dare to resist. The iron gate was pushed open by "Zhiya".

Lu Ziming did not enter the grain depot, but stood at the door, looking round the road: "who has the final say now?"

The people in the granary looked at Shi Zhu, who had gone crazy, and looked at each other. After pushing and shoving for a moment, a middle-aged man in his forties came out, hesitated and said, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"What's your name? What did you do in the grain depot before?"

"My name is Bao Chengming. I used to be a small section chief in the grain depot."

"From now on, you are in charge of the granary. Before I come back, I want to know how much food there is in the granary. Do you understand?"

Bao Chengming opened his mouth and complained. As Shi Long said, all the grain in the granary was cast and sold out. Bao Chengming didn't know whether Lu Ziming would cut himself. After all, there was so much less food. Even a civilized society would go to jail. He gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Sir, the grain in the granary has been embezzled by casting. Now there are less than 10 tons of rice, 5 tons of wheat and some beans left...".

Lu Ziming thought about it and quickly calculated: "there are still 10 tons of rice and 5 tons of wheat. If the base needs to collect 500 survivors a month according to Murong bopeng's requirements for the base, the base needs to consume 500 kilograms of grain every day. The grain in the grain depot can last for up to two months, which is too little.".

It will be the end of August soon. The north will enter winter at the end of September and early October. At that time, there will be no food death in ice and snow. It will really eat people. Of course, Lu Ziming can ask Murong bopeng for help, but when he thinks that the virus has just erupted, the whole world is in chaos, traffic jams and railway interruptions. Even if he wants to save, he can't return to heaven. In the final analysis, the rescue still depends on himself.

"That's all?" Lu Ziming said coldly.

Bao Chengming's face was pale. He had already greeted the women of Shi Zhu's family in his heart. Now Shi Zhu was crazy. He had nothing to do with the grain depot. He thought he would take Shi Zhu's blame. He was unwilling to say, "Sir, I know that Shi Zhu has a friend who does grain and oil business in Fangcheng. They often have business contacts. There may be a lot of food there.".

"I!" the news is good. Lu Ziming doesn't care who Tamar's food is. As long as he grabs it, it's his own. "I'll talk about it when I come back. Think about it. There's still food there. As long as it's food, all the food will be brought back.".

"This is an army or a bandit! My life is so hard! How could I be unlucky to meet these people?" Bao Chengming was speechless. He knew that the order would not exist now. If Lu Ziming hadn't had a gun in his hand and the gold lettered signboard of the army, I'm afraid he would have been robbed by others.

"Do you two know how to get to lijiagang No. 1?" Lu Ziming asked Zhong Feng and Cui Dongdao.

"Yes, everyone in the Yang family collection doesn't know Li Jiagang No. 1, sir! You see the road ahead, turn left and walk another 500 meters. I'm familiar with it and I can take you." it seems that Zhong Feng is almost 20 years old. When talking to Lu Ziming, he uses a honorific title and lowers his waist to show his respect.

"You two get busy with your own business. I live in the granary at night. You can come to me whenever you have anything."

Lu Ziming was not ready to go to lijiagang No. 1. He and Yan Hangguang went back to find he Jianbiao and drove over. "Boss, are you really going to take all those little gangsters into the army?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Hangguang frowned and said, "I don't think it's like these people have enough food and clothing in peacetime. Coupled with the impact of the environment, their evil thoughts have been buried under the constraints of law and morality. There is no good thoughts. Now the order is so poor. Allowing them to join the army and fight will only increase the number of disaster survivors. Boss, these people can't want them."

"You're right. These people can't want or stay!"

"Boss, you don't want to kill them all", Yan Hangguang shivered at the thought of Lu Ziming directly killing Shi Long, and Lu Ziming was too cruel.

"It's not me, it's themselves. I didn't say I wouldn't allow them to fight privately," Lu Ziming said with a sad smile.

"Two peaches kill three people, high! It's really high!" Yan Hangguang stirred up his thumb and said, "these people will do it themselves for the head of the zombie. It's a good plan to borrow the corpse to kill people.".

"It's not as mean as you think. These people have no experience in killing zombies. Death and injury are inevitable. After injury, they will become zombies... It's not too late for us to start again."

The party soon came to the gate of lijiagang No. 1. "Lijiagang No. 1 is actually a sanatorium of the Armed Police Corps. With beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, these people really can choose a place?" he Jianbiao sighed.

Lu Ziming didn't expect that Murong bopeng's Arsenal was actually a sanatorium of the Armed Police Corps. He thought it was just an insignificant warehouse, which was somewhat beyond Lu Ziming's expectation.

Lu Ziming stood at the gate of the sanatorium and looked inside. He found that it was very quiet. There were no zombies, not even a doorman.

"Break the door open!"

With a "squeak", the door opened by itself, and Yan Hangguang came out, "boss, don't you end it when you turn in? Why do you have to fight and kill".

"Go to one side and cool down!" he Jianbiao was a little angry holding a fire axe.

"It's cool here. I'm not going there!"

"Why do you have a fan in your hand?"

"Yes?"

"It's cool there. Where are you going? Don't hang around in front of me!"

"It's so quiet here. There are no people, no zombies, and no signs of fighting around?" Lu Ziming carefully crossed a path and came to a luxury hotel.

"There are no people in the hall, and the vehicles are placed neatly. Something is wrong, something is wrong!"

Entering the hotel hall, the decoration inside can only be described as luxury. The marble floor is as smooth as a mirror, the carpet is thick enough to sink into the ankle, and the huge crystal chandelier is three stories high. Lu Ziming and his three people stand inside, looking shabby and small.

He Jianbiao walked into the service desk, turned around and said, "Lu Ziming, there should have been a riot here. You see, there was no time to clean up the things on the bar, the phone didn't hang up, and the time on the log book was just before the outbreak of the virus. What should have happened suddenly, and the people in the bar will go away?"

"Will they all evacuate? They are soldiers. They shouldn't be like us."

"No!" Lu Ziming turned over the record book and said, "the record shows that the hotel has a total of 62 guest rooms, 57 rooms, a study group from Jiangxi and a working group from Shandong. The number is no less than 100. Plus the hotel service personnel, it should be more than 150. Now there is no one to see, which is obviously wrong".

"Will they all travel, or don't get up and turn into zombies in their rooms..." Yan Hangguang said N possibilities in a row.

"You think everyone else is like you. After eating, sleeping and eating, you know to shoot all day!"

Lu Ziming picked up the door card on the service desk and said, "don't make a noise. Don't you know when you open the room?"

"No one, check everywhere." Lu Ziming gently pushed open the door of a room and looked inside. He found that the room was clean and there were several suitcases in the corner. It was obviously left by the guests.

"It's really unlucky for NIMA." Yan Hangguang threw a dozen women's underwear all over the floor. "There's nothing useful. Eh, what's this? When you go out, you still bring so many condoms and SM. Who married her and won't be killed by her. Boss, look at the woman in the picture. She's so beautiful and a bit like a star. Really! Don't believe it? Look.".

Lu Ziming and he Jianbiao both turned their heads to one side. As soon as I didn't know the man, I wouldn't be contaminated by his stupidity. "It's stupid. I don't even understand it. It's either a flower maniac or a * * * *".

"Lu Ziming, we have seen more than a dozen rooms. They are all the same. Will the people here go out to participate in any important activities? Otherwise, how can there be no one?"

"What you said is very reasonable, and I think so too. Is there spiritual communication between us? We can let everyone here go out without an appointment unless there is something important? Let's go," Yan Hangguang repeated.

He Jianbiao rolled his eyes and said, "if my reasoning is correct, the people in the hotel must be somewhere, such as a restaurant, a conference hall, or a stadium. We might as well look for them separately.".