Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1506: Find the spies and protect them?
night.

Big camphor tree base.

Second uncle, eldest uncle, Li Tie and Li Yu gathered in the inner city conference room.

"We got it. You guys keep watching tomorrow," said the second uncle.

Gu Shuang's voice came from the wireless long-wave radio, "OK, got it."

Second Uncle stood up and turned off the play button of the wireless long-wave radio.

He turned to look at Li Yu, "Xiao Yu, you also heard that the group of people in the northwest had bad intentions and prepared an artillery team in advance. They had ulterior motives. This is what we discovered, and there may be more that we haven't discovered."

"So I suggest that you can't go, Xiaoyu."

My uncle also advised:

"I think what your second uncle said makes sense. Just listen to us this time."

Li Yu frowned and sighed.

He actually wanted to see if this big boss would come in person. If the Northwest big boss came to talk in person, many misunderstandings could be resolved.

No need to guess like we do now.

"How about this, I'll go to Oil City tomorrow and see what happens. If their boss arrives, I'll show up; if not, I'll let Lao Bi show up and talk to them."

The second uncle and the eldest uncle looked at each other and it seemed that this was working.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say."

"We are going to Oil City tomorrow. Tiezi, are you ready?" Li Yu looked at Li Tie.

Li Tie nodded and said, "Don't worry, big brother, everything is ready."

Trading bazaar.

The bustling commercial district made Hong Gongcao and others feel the atmosphere before the end of the world.

Eye-opener.

After getting to know the market over the past two days, they discovered that the management of the trading market was not as strict as they had imagined.

Even if you bring a gun to the trade fair, they will seal it up and return it to you in the same condition when you leave.

Building 29, rooftop.

There are only Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao.

The night sky is bright, and the moon in the sky is very big and round, a super moon.

Gao Zhao looked at the neon-lit commercial district in the distance and said:

"Brother Hong, Da Zhuang and I will go out tomorrow and find a radio station to contact the headquarters and report the situation here to them."

Hong Gongcao nodded and said, "Okay. Also, bring something useful with you. We can exchange it for points. We can also go to the commercial district to spend some money with some points."

Gao Zhao glanced at Hong Gongcao and said, "You still can't forget her."

"What do you mean by that?"

"But it's really cheap now. You can have a night of sex for only 8 points."

Gao Zhao scratched his hair. He was very annoyed.

"We don't have any points now, and you think eight points are too few? You are here to perform a mission, not to show off!"

He couldn't understand why someone like Hong Gongcao was asked to carry out such a highly secretive mission.

No professional ethics at all.

Damn it.

Hong Gongcao sighed and said, "Just bring me some useful things. We need to have some points anyway. Without points, we can't do many things."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Gao Zhao had no choice but to agree.

the other side.

Trading mart North District, Administrative District.

Building 1.

Uncle San, Ju Tianrui, Lao Luo, Li Zhengping, Liu Jinglue, Ding Meng, Zhong Chuchu, Lao Huang, and Jackal. All the people with high status in Oil City are here.

Outside Building 1, there is tight security.

There were several off-road vehicles parked outside the door.

There were five people sitting at the long table.

Behind the long table, Uncle San and others sat in a row.

At this time, Uncle San looked at the five people opposite with sharp eyes.

"You mean, you are the Wuyuanshan faction under the Northwest faction, and your boss Ma Laoliu discovered that the boss sent spies to the Oil City Trading Market, and now those people may be in the trading market?"

Jin Kui faced this honest middle-aged man, who looked ordinary but gave him a great sense of oppression.

"Yes, let me ask you again, are you the top leader of Oil City?"

"I am." Uncle San hesitated for a second and answered.

Jin Kui quickly handed over the two photos in his hand, with names on them.

Although it is the end of the world, there will always be cameras in a base.

If you have a camera, you always have a Polaroid camera.

"There are nine people in total, and we only took pictures of two of them. If you find these two people, you should be able to find the other nine."

Old Huang, who was standing next to him, immediately took the photo on the table and brought it to Uncle San.

Uncle San looked at it carefully, then said to Liu Jinglue beside him:

"Go check and see if these people have come into the trading market recently. Verify it and don't alert them."

"Yes." Liu Jinglie picked up the photo and left.

He can search for the corresponding person by the name in the photo. A camera has been set up at the registration office in Wengcheng, and almost everyone who enters the trading market to register will leave a photo.

By finding the person's name, you can find the person's photo.

By checking the photos given by those people, we can identify whether he is a spy or not.

After Jin Kui saw Liu Jinglie take the photo away, he looked at the people around him looking at him with scrutiny.

Pinching my thigh, I tried to use the pain to cover up the unrest in my heart.

"Boss of Oil City, we are here on behalf of Wuyuan Mountain's sincerity, and this is just a small token of our sincerity.

We are willing to be your agents in the northwest, and we can tell you any developments in the northwest."

"Why are you doing this?" Uncle San asked after taking a sip of water.

There is no free lunch in the world. These people from Wuyuan Mountain suddenly came over and said they were willing to help me.

His first reaction was to wonder if this was a conspiracy by the northwestern forces.

Everything had to make sense, and he needed a reason for Wuyuanshan to do this.

Jin Kui said what he had already thought of.

"First, we are not as strong as you, Oil City, nor as strong as Northwest. It is very difficult for us to survive in the cracks. We think Oil City is stronger than Northwest, so we naturally follow the strong. This is the truth. I hope that if you attack Northwest in the future, you can let us go, or let us join you."

"Second, we want a zombie vaccine."

Zombie vaccine?

After hearing these four words, Uncle San and others looked at each other in surprise.

No, where did they hear this rumor? How come we have a zombie vaccine?

The first reason is that the man who calls himself Jin Kui seems to be honest. But in fact, he is not that honest. They don’t think that Oil City is stronger than Northwest China, they are just betting on both sides.

Whichever force wins, they will just follow that force.

However, they are also useful to the Oil City.

These two reasons sound reasonable.

Uncle San thought for a while and decided not to hide the fact that there was no vaccine in Oil City from them.

There is no way to hide this kind of thing.

So he said, “We don’t have a vaccine.”

Jin Kui sighed in disappointment when he heard this.

He was not too surprised. In fact, Ma Laoliu was just guessing.

After all, they learned from Tian Yunxiao that people in Oil City could control zombies, so they thought that people in Oil City might have a zombie vaccine.

"Why do you think we have a vaccine?" asked Uncle San.

Jin Kui replied: "We heard from Yuan Zhi and his gang in the north that you can control zombies, and you can do things like controlling zombies, so we think you may have a zombie vaccine.

Since you don't have a zombie vaccine, can you really control the zombies?"

Faced with this question, Uncle San thought for a moment and nodded:

"more or less."

Jin Kui's pupils shrank slightly when he heard that.

He didn't expect that the people in Oil City could really control zombies. This was quite amazing.

The third uncle suddenly said:

"Although we don't have a zombie vaccine right now, with just one thing, we can develop a zombie vaccine. Even the zombie antidote you mentioned before is very likely to be developed."

Hearing what his uncle said, Jin Kui immediately asked excitedly:

"What? What do you want?"

"Meteorite from the sky."

Jin Kui was immediately deflated. Of course he knew about meteorites from outer space. He had heard about it from Huang Shiyong, a scientific research expert sent from the Northwest.

But the meteorite is in the northwest, and it seems to be sealed tightly.

It’s impossible to get it!

"As long as you can get meteorites from outer space, we can develop a zombie vaccine and an antidote will not be a problem." Uncle San didn't know whether he could develop an antidote, but he had heard Li Yu say before that with meteorites from outer space, the possibility of developing a vaccine was very high.

Regardless of whether it will succeed or not, let’s just paint a pie for them first.

Jin Kui smiled bitterly:
"I'm afraid that's impossible. The meteorite is in Jiayu City in the northwest and is heavily guarded. We can't get it."

"It's okay. I'm just telling you that if you can get a meteorite from outer space, we can give you the zombie vaccine and antidote." Uncle San replied nonchalantly.

Jin Kui said thoughtfully: "Okay, I will report what you said to our boss truthfully."

Uncle San talked with Jin Kui for a long time.
He was then taken away by Li Zhengping and his team and arranged to live in the North District.

Because of the concern that they might be seen by the spies that came in, they were temporarily asked to live in Building 2 in the North District and not go anywhere for the time being.

Wait until Jin Kui, Li Zhengping and others leave.

Ju Tianrui, who had been silent just now, spoke up:
"Minister, it sounds real now. During the day today, our helicopter searched the artillery team sent from the northwest. It seems that the northwest side does have bad intentions."

"It makes sense to send out spies now."

Uncle San closed his eyes and thought. At this moment, Liu Jinglie hurried in.

"We found out that nine people entered the trading market two days ago. They are Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao. Exactly nine people. Their names are the same as the one the man just mentioned. And after comparing their photos, we found that they are indeed the same group of people. They are currently living on the third floor of Building 29, in rooms 3 and 305."

When Ding Meng heard that the person had been confirmed, he stood up and asked his uncle:

"Minister, do you need me to capture them now? There is no time to lose. If we let them run away tomorrow, it will be difficult to find them."

The words just fell.

Old Huang, who was sitting on a stool and drawing on paper with a pen, said quickly:

"inappropriate!"

"We can't catch them!"

Lao Luo and Liu Jinglue all looked at him curiously, but Uncle San only raised his mouth and asked:
"why?"

Old Huang frowned and said:

"Even if the market is strictly managed and scrutinized, it is open to the public after all. If they send spies, it will still be difficult for us to find them."

"If we arrest them now, more spies will be sent from the northwest later. By that time, we may not be able to find them out like we are doing now."

"Secondly, it will easily expose Wuyuanshan and make the boss suspect Wuyuanshan. Then we will lose someone who can provide us with intelligence."

"The most important thing is that since we have found the spy, the spy thinks he has not been discovered. In other words, the spy knows whatever information we want him to know and transmits it back to the northwest. We can make up some false news about this."

Old Huang's words made Li Zhengping and others suddenly realize.

It is impossible to prevent spies in the trading market. Instead of asking them to send out other spies, it is better to use the current spies to pass false information to the northwest.

"Old Huang, this move is really cool." Li Zhengping exclaimed.

"If we follow Lao Huang's method, Northwest China will know whatever we want them to know in the future, hahahaha."

"Yeah, let's make up some fake news and scare the boss to death!"

Everyone was amazed at Lao Huang's suggestion.

Uncle San knocked on the table and looked at Li Zhengping and Liu Jinglue.

"Over there, the patrol team must focus on monitoring the movements of the nine of them, but they must not be able to detect it."

"Over there, keep an eye on the nine of them. If they try to leave the market, report it to the patrol team immediately and they will track them secretly."

"in addition."

Uncle San looked at Lao Huang.

"Old Huang, find two reliable non-staff members and partners, slowly get close to them, and then use them to pass on the valuable intelligence they want."

Old Huang understood immediately, and nodded with a smile: "Minister, I understand, I understand."

"But, Minister, should we question the people they have come into contact with in the past two days to see if they have leaked anything they shouldn't have?"

Uncle San waved his hand, "No need to alert the enemy."

"There's no need to hide the situation at the trading bazaar. It doesn't matter if they know about it. The main thing is the situation in the oil city, which we can't let them know about."

For the Northwest, what the boss wants to know most is how strong the Oil City is.

In addition, how does Oil City control the zombies?

These two pieces of information are what the boss wants to know most.

It is easy for people to feel fearful when facing a force whose depth is unknown.

Uncle San and everyone discussed the specific countermeasures against those spies.

After the meeting, Third Uncle asked Liu Jinglue to simultaneously report to the headquarters what he had just talked about with Jin Kui and what everyone had just discussed.

The night deepens and the full moon hangs high in the sky.

Many people did not sleep well that night.

Xishi lies on a saddle in the cemetery,

Gu Shuang, who was in a park a few hundred meters away from the cemetery, looked at the old beggar sleeping like a dead pig, sighed, and kicked away the dead rats on the ground.
Jin Kui, who was in Building 2 in the northern area of ​​the trading market, looked at the commercial district in the distance with a look of curiosity and amazement in his eyes. "Isn't it a waste of electricity to turn on so many lights at night?"

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