Doomsday: Don't bother me with salted fish

People from the government surrounded the entire prison to prevent the people inside from escaping.

The people outside couldn't get in, and the people inside couldn't get out. The two groups had been deadlocked for several days.

Jian Yue noticed that there were several corpses lying outside the prison wall. They were ragged and skinny. They excluded people from the government first, and also excluded zombies wandering in the past. They seemed to be people who lived in the black market and died here for some reason.

Gu Xiaoming was not the commander of this operation, and Gu Xiaoming didn't know too much about the situation, so he couldn't explain it to Jian Yue.

Jian Yue is not a very curious person, so she didn't ask.

After bringing him here, he greeted the commander of the government. Gu Xiaoming didn't say much at all and let the other party make arrangements.

When he came here, he told his fellows that his own safety should come first and he should do what he can.

The commander of the government, surnamed Chen, was called Chen Xue. He was tall and thin with glasses, and looked very serious, with a full posture.

Hearing that Gu Xiaoming only brought more than 200 people, Chen Xue said directly dissatisfied: "Why did you bring this few people? The black market is full of vicious people. They kidnapped so many innocent people. This operation can only be successful." , can't fail, and must not let them jump over the wall in a hurry!"

In other words, the other party has jumped the wall in a hurry, and they have to win the black market before the situation gets out of hand. Naturally, the more people the better.

After being in contact with the black market these days, Chen Xue deeply felt the difficulty of the black market. Seeing that Gu Xiaoming only brought this few people here, how could he be satisfied?
The corpses on the ground were thrown on the ground by people from the black market, threatening them not to act rashly.

"The people I bring are all good players. I believe they can win the black market."

Gu Xiaoming simply explained, without mentioning the role of a good conductor.

He knew these people well, and if he took the initiative to tell them strategies, they would feel that he was pointing fingers, so let's wait until they begged him.

Chen Xue frowned, feeling that what Gu Xiaoming was talking about was just a scene, and asked again: "Where's Jian Yue? Is she here?"

The base always preaches how powerful Jian Yue is, but he wants to see how powerful a girl can be.

With so many supernatural beings, how can they compare to Jian Yue?
"Here we come." Gu Xiaoming returned, beckoning to Jian Yue who was not far away, "Jian Yue, come here."

Jian Yue was a little surprised that she was called by name, but she still walked over, seeing Chen Xue examining herself, she looked back unceremoniously.

This arrogant attitude somehow reminded her of Liang Shengwei.

She didn't understand, why are these people so arrogant?
This is the end of the world. Whether you can survive depends on your personal strength. They are bullying others now and living a good life. In the future, which supernatural beings will obey their orders, and who will not live for themselves?

"Hello, I heard that you are very powerful. It's up to you to win the black market mission."

Jian Yue didn't answer, but the person's tone of voice was not unpleasant, but the expression on his face was a little optimistic.

After a long while without Jian Yue's answer, Chen Xue said again: "What? Can't it be done?"

"It can be done, but if you don't want all the people in it to die, then don't let me do it." Jian Yue unconsciously retorted one or two, it's really the attitude of this person that makes people uncomfortable.

Chen Xue frowned even tighter: "What do you mean?"

Jian Yue looked serious: "It means, if you simply want to take over the black market, I can bring zombies over to ensure that there will be no survivors."

"Be serious."

Gu Xiaoming scolded in a neutral tone, without much seriousness in his tone.