The Last Plant Controller

In Lin Chen's opinion, this condition of getting an extra share of the final distribution of supplies was actually quite useless.

Although Ping'an Town is small, it is still a town. If all the materials inside are cleared out, even a convoy may not be able to load them all. For Lin Chen, no matter how much stuff there is, it is useless if he cannot transport it himself. In the end, he will still have to take advantage of others.

What he valued more was the ammunition Uncle Ling mentioned.

"I'll go, Uncle Ling."

A rather strong man with a Chinese character face stood up, obviously having an idea in mind.

"It's Lao Peng!"

Uncle Ling looked at it but made no comment.

"How about I take my two brothers over?" the armed policeman also said.

He was originally a squad leader of the Songyang Armed Police Detachment, named Wu Guozhen. When the biochemical crisis broke out, he happened to be on duty with several of his men, and they also had guns. Unfortunately, several people on the road turned into zombies, so only two people arrived here alive. And at the earliest, he had two Type 79 micro-rams in his hand. But when he broke out of the zombie siege, he didn't think too much and shot out almost all the bullets, so now he can only use pistols to defend himself. If not, he now deserves the top spot in the camp.

Even so, the micro-charge with only half a magazine left and a deterrent effect greater than actual combat still made no one dare to take it lightly.

Perhaps out of consideration of the overall situation, Uncle Ling refused simply this time: "In our camp, you and I will be in charge, each with three guns. Such important firepower should be left in Ping'an Town. Then you can My men control the bulldozers, and my men are responsible for following up with the spear array. Killing those zombies is a piece of cake!”

There is no doubt that people who drive bulldozers and hot rods are the safest.

Uncle Ling naturally wanted his people to take control of the bulldozer, but unfortunately it was Wu Guozhen's men who found this killer weapon, and he did not dare to risk a break-up.

"Let me go!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Lin Chen stood up decisively: "There are three of us in a group, we promise to lure all the zombies over."

"you?"

Uncle Ling pondered for a while, then flipped through the hard-cover book Xiaoba gave him, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Your name is Lin Chen, right? Very good. As expected, a hero comes from a boy. The task of luring away the zombies is left to our brother Xiao Lin. But I want to make a point here. Since you have accepted this task, you must do it well. The total number of zombies in Ping'an Town is between 3,000 and 4,000. You have to lure away at least half of them. I don't care if you use the deepened foundation pit or lure them to other places. In short, at least you have to lure them away. Give us five to six hours!”

"Can."

Lin Chen nodded, indicating that he had no objection.

"Well, the task has been assigned to you, and you are not allowed to change it later. If you fail to complete it or change the plan without permission midway, it may endanger the lives of everyone in the town! I used to be on the road, and sometimes I was not good to my companions. I'll be polite, I hope you won't have to do anything to your own people then!"

Uncle Ling was afraid that Lin Chen would accept the task impulsively, so he emphasized it again and rarely used threats in his words.

"Brother, you must lure away the zombies."

"If it doesn't work, just drive the car and keep driving out."

Others were also afraid that Lin Chen would escape halfway and a large group of zombies would turn around and surround them, so they couldn't help but speak.

"Don't worry. After all, I'm here for the supplies in Ping'an Town. If we can't lure away the zombies, no one will be able to get anything. No one will have trouble with me, right?"

Lin Chen's explanation was very convincing, and everyone present immediately felt at ease.

"However, I also have a request, which is about ammunition."

Since Uncle Ling offered to compensate for some of the ammunition, Lin Chen would certainly not miss this opportunity to kill people.

Having expressed his position in front of everyone, Uncle Ling would naturally not go back on his words. He said generously: "Okay, but I only have 54 pistol bullets and 7.6mm rifle bullets. Is your rifle a 95mm? The bullets you need are 5.8mm, and it's useless to give them to you." Let’s do this, I’ll give you five pistol magazines in total, I don’t have any more.”

Uncle Ling's tone had an air of no doubt.

Lin Chen felt that he might not be able to get more by bargaining, so he simply showed an expression of satisfaction. In fact, what he wanted most was rifle ammunition, but if the caliber was wrong, there was nothing he could do.

"The next step is to arrange the second step!"

Once the most important part is taken care of, it will be much easier to assign the remaining tasks. In less than five minutes, Uncle Ling had arranged everything properly. Lin Chen also had to admit that this middle-aged man who claimed to have been on the road did have two skills. If he were to come in person, most likely no one would be so responsive.

"There is still one day tomorrow, everyone should hurry up and prepare, I won't leave you alone."

Uncle Ling picked up the paper cup, which was an order to expel the guests.

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;   The survivors who were summoned left in twos and threes. Even the armed policeman Wu Guozhen also walked out of the van with a younger brother. But just when Lin Chen stood up, Uncle Ling suddenly stopped him.

"Lin Chen, please wait a moment, I have something to discuss with you."

Looking for me alone?

Lin Chen stopped in confusion, but couldn't figure out why Uncle Ling wanted to see him. However, since he has super powers and a gun, he is not afraid that this person will be harmful to him.

"What's the matter?"

Lin Chen tried his best to keep his expression calm, and then sat down calmly.

This time, because there was no one else around, the two of them were almost face to face.

"How about it, are you used to coming to our camp? Although there are a little less people, the scale will be bigger after Ping'an Town is cleared and sufficient resources are available."

"fine."

"You came from Songyang City before, right? How is the situation there?"

………

Uncle Ling didn't seem to be in a hurry. He didn't say anything at the beginning. Instead, he said something innocuous.

"The final cleanup time is set at seven o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow. You will be the first to enter the town at that time. After we are sure to lure the zombies away, we will gradually kill them inside. After breakfast tomorrow, I will ask Xiaoba to take you to see Look at where the construction site is so you can have an idea when the time comes.”

"Is that all?"

Lin Chen didn't want to follow him any further. He thought about it and deliberately made an impatient look on his face.

Sure enough, Uncle Ling noticed this keenly.

"By the way, brother Lin Chen, where did you get that Type 95 rifle?"

After wandering around for a long time, the topic fell on Qian Xu's gun.

Only then did Lin Chen understand that he had the idea of ​​​​the automatic rifle. Although he knew that Uncle Ling would be unsuccessful this time, he did not refuse directly, but wanted to see what conditions he could offer.

"I got it because of my friends, what?"

Uncle Ling nodded and said seemingly unintentionally: "I am also a gun enthusiast. I always want to get a 95, but I have never been able to find a way. Otherwise, it would be a good idea for you to give me this 95 pistol. Give me a dream. Of course, I will never let you suffer."

After speaking, Uncle Ling winked at Xiaoba next to him.

The latter agreed knowingly, turned around and opened the cardboard box used to hold the TV in the corner of the van, and took out a small, heavy-looking box from the bottom.

"As long as you agree, these are yours."

Uncle Ling opened the box confidently and pushed it to Lin Chen's side. Almost at the same time, under the dim candlelight, several neatly arranged metal bars inside the box emitted a dazzling golden light.

"Is this... a gold bar?"

Lin Chen was a little indifferent at first, and then quickly realized what was in the box.

Gold!

He was a little shocked when he picked up a heavy gold bar, and his fingers suddenly felt that unique metallic texture and a slight coolness.

"That's right! There are six gold bars in total, each weighing 200 grams!"

Uncle Ling was very satisfied with Lin Chen's surprise. This was 1.2 kilograms of gold!

If it were before the end of the world, Uncle Ling would be able to get more than just this handful on the black market. It's a pity that now that the biochemical crisis has broken out, we really have no money to spend. As long as he can replace his 95 rifle with those bullets, the gold is nothing!

Lin Chen also admired Uncle Ling's handiwork, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to sell guns.

Even if you take a step back, he is not the owner of this rifle. Even if Lin Chen wanted to sell, Qian Xu would basically not agree.

"The problem is that it's useless for me to ask for gold...this thing can't be eaten!"

Lin Chen put on a silly and innocent look.

Uncle Ling was choked by Lin Chen's words, obviously he didn't expect him to refuse. He thought for a while, and then pulled out a Bank of China passbook, which contained 600,000 yuan. This was one he grabbed randomly from his private vault in a panic when the biochemical crisis first broke out. In the first two days, he still regretted not being able to take out all the money, but now he discovered that the RMB has been completely reduced to waste paper!

"What about the bankbook of 600,000 yuan? When the country restores order, this money will be enough for you to squander for a while!"

There was a hint of temptation in Uncle Ling's words, and another young man might actually have been fooled.

"No need, the world is in chaos now, it's safe to have a gun on you."

Lin Chen flatly refused, because Uncle Ling's second condition was purely a scam and not as reliable as the first one. Although 1.2 kilograms of gold is only three or four hundred thousand RMB when converted into RMB, such precious metals can still circulate in the apocalypse. Six hundred thousand yuan has no purchasing power and is completely useless paper!

In the Xinyuan Club, Lin Chen didn't even take the two million in cash, let alone such a useless passbook!