Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Oil City.

After Lao Xie and a dozen others returned from outside, Uncle San personally greeted them.

In the city wall, Lao Xie and others checked and then let them return to the oil city to rest.

"Minister, after testing the drug, it was found that it can attract zombies for about a week." Old Xie reported to his uncle after returning to Oil City.

Uncle San nodded and pointed to the dormitory building next to him:

"I see. You should go and rest first. It must have been very hard for you these past few days."

When they looked over from the Oil City, they saw that the behemoth was buried underneath countless zombies, which was a terrifying sight.

What’s more, there were people staying in that car.

"Hey, Minister, the top armor plate of the Big Mac was bent by the zombies, and the side armor plates can't be pulled up either."

Old Xie still felt that he should talk about these things with his uncle so that the minister could understand the situation of the vehicle.

"Ah."

Uncle San thought for a moment, patted Old Xie on the shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to fix it. You can go and have a good rest first. Come and talk to me in detail after you wake up."

"it is good."

When Old Xie heard what the minister said, he said no more.

My head is indeed a little dizzy. I haven't been sleeping well in the giant car recently.

One is that the zombies outside were making too much noise, and the second is that being in such an environment made me anxious and I couldn't sleep.

I haven't slept well for six or seven days in a row, and now I feel a little dizzy when I walk.

"Minister, I'm leaving now."

Uncle San waved at him, signaling him to go quickly.

Old Xie returned to his residence, and all the energy he had maintained in his efforts to stay energetic suddenly disappeared, with fatigue coming over him like a tide.

I took off my coat, went downstairs to take a shower, and fell asleep.

the other side.

Inside the city wall, Lao Yi led his men to inspect the behemoth.

The Behemoth is very large, so it is inevitable that one or two zombies will hide in some gaps.

"Captain, the vehicle's power system is still intact and generally undamaged. There are only some issues with the armor plate and the meat grinder."

"Not bad." Lao Yi exclaimed.

After fighting in the zombie horde, this car can still maintain this condition. Its quality is really good.

"Can it be repaired? How long will it take to repair?" Lao Yi looked at him and asked.

There are also some tank and armored vehicle maintenance personnel in the oil city, and those under Lao Yi can also repair them.

It was an easy task for them to repair the vehicle's armor plates and meat grinder.

The team member thought about it and gave an accurate answer.

"It can be repaired. As for time, the armor plate will probably take two days. As for the meat grinder, the blade inside is a bit blunt and needs to be polished completely, which will take three days."

"Considering some other minor issues with the car, let's call it two days."

"In a week, the car will be completely restored in a week."

"it is good."

Old Yi looked at the zombie corpses all over the ground in the city, waved his hand, and asked the people behind him to deal with them.

Time is like rain falling from the sky,
After falling to the ground, it flows through the low-lying areas.

In a blink of an eye, another week passed.

During this week,

Oil City used the oil formation and volunteer rotation method to survive this week.

After the oil well was taken over by Ling Feng and others, exploitation was resumed, with three shifts working 24 hours a day to ensure that oil could be extracted continuously.

Not only was Ma Sailong demoted to a cooperative employee, he was also pulled out of the oil extraction work. After cleaning toilets for a month, he was assigned to work in the power room.

Stay in the power room every day, and when the fuel in the generator is consumed, refill the generator with fuel in time.

Every time he passed an oil well, he felt full of regret.

But the matter is done, and it’s hard to go back now.

Moreover, he was unwilling to take the risk of extracting oil and solving the problem of fuel shortage in Oil City, which caused dissatisfaction among many combatants in Oil City.

Once upon a time, as the person in charge of oil production, although he was just a non-staff member, he was able to attend meetings, and Ju Tianrui and others respected him.

But now, although it has not reached the point where everyone is calling for his death, Dongtai's attitude towards him has changed greatly.

Faced with the change in attitude of Dongtai and others, Ma Sailong could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

After all, I was too confused before and didn't understand the situation clearly.

When everyone was desperately trying to resist the zombies, defend the oil city, and defend the trading market,
However, he was concerned about the slight risk of oil extraction in heavy rain, and used his professional advantage as the person in charge of oil extraction in the oil city, and told the minister and Ju Tianrui that they could not extract oil in heavy rain.
But actually it is possible.

I can't blame anyone but myself, because I was blinded by greed.

Fortunately, although Uncle San downgraded him from a non-staff member to a cooperative member, he did not deduct his points or expel him from Oil City.

With the points he had earned previously, he had no shortage of food.

It has been a month and a half since the thunderstorm disaster began.

During this month and a half, survivors died every day in the trading market.

Some were sick, some starved to death, or some collapsed from exhaustion while climbing the wall.

During these days, trading in the bazaar was booming.

Various items were exchanged, and Oil City saw this situation and set up a clinic, then worked with South Paradise to intervene.

Take out some supplies and trade with these survivors.

Even the survivors in the central area of ​​the trading market were relocated and given another place to live, with the central area set aside as a special place for trading.

This long street forms a small business district.

Oil City is jointly managed by South Paradise and charges a booth fee to businesses that settle here.

Almost all the shops here are medium to large-sized ones. They occupy a storefront on their own and the shop area is relatively large.

In addition, a small square was set up where many small teams or scattered survivors could set up stalls, and they also had to pay a certain fee to the Oil City.

In this small business district, in addition to the survivors from outside who opened shops, Oil City and South Paradise also used their own resources to open some shops here.

Facilities such as clinics, pharmacies, and daily necessities stores were all planned and built by Oil City and South Paradise.

Inside the Oil City, in a temporary reception room near the gate.

Lord Tiger came to visit in person with Chen Er.

Uncle San hurried into the reception room, "Master Tiger is here."

When Lord Tiger saw his uncle, he immediately put down his crossed legs and stood up to greet his uncle.

"Minister Li."

Uncle San waved his hand and told him not to be so polite.

"Master Tiger, is there something you want to talk to me about today?"

Uncle San is a straightforward person. He doesn't like to beat around the bush or lay too much groundwork, so he asked directly.

Lord Tiger has had contact with Uncle Third several times, so he naturally understands Uncle Third's temper.

So he didn't beat around the bush and directly told his uncle the purpose of his visit.

"I want to use your radio to contact the brothers who are still in South Paradise. To be honest, when I brought the large army here, I left dozens of brothers in South Paradise to look after them."

"It's been a long time since I last contacted them, so."

Uncle San thought it was something else, but when he heard it was just this little thing, he smiled and said:

"Hahaha."

"I thought it was some big deal. Tiger, you're too polite. If you want to use the radio, just come in and use it."

As he said this, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers behind him.

"Dongtai, you take Master Hu over later. He can use it as long as he wants." There is not only one radio station in the Oil City. There is also one in Uncle San's room, and two fixed radio stations are installed in the two helicopters.

Hearing Uncle San agree, Tiger Lord quickly stood up and clasped his fists towards Uncle San and said:
"Thank you, Minister Li."

"You're welcome. Is there anything else, Tiger Lord?"

"No, I just want to use the radio."

Uncle San thought for a moment and said aloud:
"The business district in the trading market is getting hotter and hotter now. Master Tiger, please take care of it. We need to focus on blocking the zombies outside the wall and can't take care of too much."

"rest assured."

"Minister Li, don't worry, I will manage that shopping street well."

Seeing that they had almost finished talking about everything, Uncle San stood up and said to Tiger Lord:

"Okay, then, Mr. Tiger, Dongtai will take you there later. I'm leaving first."

"Okay, Minister Li, go ahead and do your thing."

Watching Uncle San and the others leave, Dongtai walked up to Master Hu and said:

"Master Tiger, I'll take you there. This way please."

Mr. Hu nodded, clasped his fists in thanks, and followed Dongtai towards the meeting room.

In the conference room.

Dongtai brought Hu Ye and Chen Er in together. On the way, Chen Er kept looking left and right, trying to find the figure of the imperial concubine.

But I still couldn't find it, and I couldn't help feeling discouraged.

Ever since I bumped into it on the fence during my last shift, I haven’t been able to see it in the following shifts.

Not every time they can just get to the wall.

It was a great coincidence that we almost ended up in the same watchtower like last time.

Sullen.

Lord Hu didn't have the heart to care about Chen Er who was following behind him. At this moment, he wanted to know more about how Crazy and the others were doing.

After all, the madman had been following his brothers since the apocalypse broke out.

Among the original members of South Paradise, there was only one madman.

The others either died or were killed in rebellion.

Dongtai walked over to the operator and said, "Turn to the channel that contacts South Paradise. Tiger Lord wants to contact South Paradise."

The operator glanced at Tiger Lord behind the east desk, nodded, and quickly adjusted the channel.

"All right."

The operator was about to stand up, but was held down by Dongtai.

Dongtai moved two chairs from the side and placed them next to the radio station.

"Master Tiger, please sit here."

Dongtai pointed to the two chairs next to him.

"Thank you." Lord Tiger was eager to contact the madman, so he sat down without any formalities.

The operator also handed the headset to Tiger.

Tiger Lord waved his hand and said, "No need, just turn it on."

The operator glanced at Dongtai, and when he saw that Dongtai had no objection, he unplugged the headset cord.

Then he pressed the play button and said to Tiger Lord, "You can contact the people in South Paradise now."

Tiger Lord leaned forward and moved closer to the microphone.

Coughed twice.

"Crazy, crazy, can you hear me? I'm a tiger, can you hear me?"

Tiger Lord's nickname is Tiger and his real name is Li Qilan.

But few people know his real name.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Half a minute passed, and there was still no reply from the madman.

Dongtai reminded: "Master Tiger, you can call again. Maybe the signal is not very good. Try calling a few more times."

As there was no reply from the madman, a look of worry appeared on Tiger Lord's face.

After hearing Dongtai's reminder, he nodded gratefully to Dongtai.

Call again.

"Crazy, can you hear me? I'm Tiger, if you hear me, say back."

Lord Tiger called out more than ten times in a row, but still received no response from the madman.

As the number of calls increased, Tiger Lord's heart sank instantly.

South Paradise is not like Oil City, which has so many ways to stop zombies.

What's more, he only left fifty people to the madman. If a real zombie tide comes, they don't know if they can withstand it!

Lord Tiger still didn't give up and continued calling.

Two minutes later, just when Tiger Lord was about to give up.

There was a burst of electricity coming from the radio station.

sizzle-

"Is that Master Tiger? I'm crazy, I heard you."

"How are you guys now, Tiger?"

Shila-

The chair that Tiger Lord was sitting on suddenly moved forward, and the legs of the chair made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.

When Tiger heard the madman's voice, he said excitedly:

"Great!"

"We are all fine. How about you? I have been calling you for a long time, but you have not answered. Are you all okay, brothers?"

Hearing that Tiger Lord had been calling him, the madman said somewhat awkwardly:

"I just fell asleep and didn't hear it."

"Falling asleep?" A strange expression appeared on Tiger Lord's face. Is he so leisurely?

There are countless zombies in their oil city. Even at this moment, volunteers on the wall of the trading market are still risking their lives to fight off the zombies.

But, the crazy ones are sleeping?

There are only fifty of them, how come they are so idle?

Fifty people would probably have a hard time defending even the walls of South Paradise.

The madman coughed twice and explained, "Yeah."

"When the storm came, it was impossible to defend the wall, so I simply asked Lao Zhang and the others to withdraw."

"We have been staying in the house for more than a month and have not gone out."

"Has the zombie crawled in?" Tiger Master asked quickly.

The madman looked up at the window in front of him, which was nailed shut with boards and behind which were various objects blocking the window.

There's not even a crack to be seen.

"They crawled in, but there shouldn't be many of them. We stayed in the house the whole time and didn't go out."

"The brothers are fine, but when the storm hit, two of them were injured when they returned here."

When Lord Tiger thought about it carefully, it made sense.

After all, there are only fifty or so people in South Paradise, and it is not very popular, so the number of zombies it can attract is limited.

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