The Last Plant Controller

"Don't you think the money is not enough? I can add more! And don't you have a pistol for self-defense?"

Uncle Ling continued to try without giving up, hoping that Lin Chen would suddenly change his mind. He felt that his asking price was already quite high, and Xiaoba next to him felt that there was no need to increase it.

In his opinion, Lin Chen was just greedy!

However, money is not the most important thing in the last days. Lin Chen knew very well that selling guns in the apocalypse would be equivalent to killing the goose that lays the egg. Moreover, the RMB is meaningful only when both the country and the economic order exist. Lin Chen feels that it is difficult for the country to clean up zombies and restore order, so these numbers that only exist on the Internet are not as good as a roll of toilet paper - at least toilet paper is a daily necessity and must be used every day!

"Not for sale."

If it were to exchange for a spare May 4th pistol, Lin Chen might consider that the Type 95 was not for sale!

After a few words of persuasion again, Uncle Ling knew that Lin Chen would not sell, and he couldn't help but be disappointed. However, this made his evaluation of Lin Chen much higher.

"Uncle Ling, you are willing to give it up, those are six gold bars."

After Lin Chen left, Xiaoba tidied up the scattered paper cups, and then complained softly.

"If he had changed it at that time, then these gold bars were just for him to keep temporarily. It's a pity that this kid refused to change it. I don't know if he was really afraid of death, or if he knew the importance of guns like me. Oh, what a pity. ." Uncle Ling's words first contained a hint of murderous intent, and then a hint of regret.

Xiaoba's eyes flashed and he said tentatively: "Uncle Ling, since he won't give you face, we might as well..."

"No!"

Uncle Ling vetoed it without thinking.

Wu Guozhen and his men have always been wary of themselves, and the other survivors are also more or less worried. Once Xiaoba takes action against Lin Chen, even if he can do it perfectly, it is inevitable that they will not join forces to resist him.

Compared with the Ping'an Town guide and the supplies inside, what's a mere gun?

"Why? I'll take someone over there at night to make sure no one notices them. The next day, I'll tell them that they left overnight, so no one else will suspect anything."

Xiaoba's tone was calm, but his words were full of blood.

Uncle Ling still shook his head and said: "The day after tomorrow is when we are cleaning up Ping'an Town, and I don't want to cause trouble. Besides, are you that sure? That kid has at least two guns in his hand, just in case he is on guard or you accidentally miss it. , there will probably be injuries. It’s not like before. If you don’t have enough medical treatment, you may die if you get injured. There are only four of you who are still with me, so you can’t take such a risk for a gun.”

"Maybe you overestimate them. I don't think that kid is anything special."

Xiaoba muttered, very confident in his own skills. Moreover, he really wanted that Type 95 rifle.

This sentence surprised Uncle Ling. He looked at Xiaoba carefully, and then warned in a serious tone: "I don't care what you think, in short, you must not attack them before taking Ping'an Town. Even in the future, we must Only with my permission, understand?"

"All right."

Although he was a little reluctant, Xiaoba still didn't dare to disobey Uncle Ling's order.

Uncle Ling patted him on the shoulder and said nothing, but his eyes suddenly turned gloomy as he turned his back to Xiaoba.

………

"What did you say?"

After returning to the car, Shi Xuanxuan asked curiously.

"It's just about cleaning up Ping'an Town the day after tomorrow. By the way, he also wants to exchange gold bars for Qian Xu's gun." With that, Lin Chen told Shi Xuanxuan the previous events in detail.

After listening carefully, Shi Xuanxuan thought for a moment and asked, "After you refused, how did Uncle Ling and his subordinates react?"

Shi Xuanxuan's words stunned Lin Chen: "You mean they will attack us for a gun? But I don't think Uncle Ling is an impulsive person."

"I think so from your description, but this is just the worst possibility."

Lin Chen understood what Shi Xuanxuan meant. He flattened the car seat and sat back, stretching comfortably: "In that case, let's make some preparations in advance. I'm sure they won't take action before Ping'an Town is cleaned up. You won’t do it in front of other people either. That’s fine, I’ll take turns keeping watch with you, and you’ll just have to wake me up in the middle of the night.”

This behavior seems very irresponsible, but it is actually taking care of Shi Xuanxuan.

Generally speaking, people are most sleepy in the second half of the night, and if there is a sneak attack, it will most likely be during this time. Shi Xuanxuan knew this, so instead of being angry at Lin Chen who lay down first, she felt grateful.

"I'm not as good as you in fighting zombies, but I'm not completely useless. At least I can let you rest at ease."

She looked at Lin Chen's face, then looked at the dark outside of the car, and secretly made up her mind.

Therefore, when Lin Chen slept until it was slightly light, what he saw was Shi Xuanxuan staring out of the car window with a gun. There was a lot of bloodshot eyes in her watery eyes, and she looked a little haggard.

Lin Chen looked at his watch and found that it was almost five o'clock.

"Are you awake?"

Shi Xuanxuan noticed Lin Chen's movements, so she relaxed, stood up and opened a bottle of water to take a sip. Unfortunately, after sitting for too long, her legs were a little numb, and it took a while to recover.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

It was agreed that they would take turns to keep vigil, but Lin Chen was very embarrassed about his behavior of sleeping until dawn.

Shi Xuanxuan forced herself to cheer up and smiled, saying, "It's okay. I wasn't sleepy last night. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't wake you up. Anyway, I have nothing to do during the day, so it's not too late to sleep now. By the way, there was no movement all night last night."

"Thank you."

Lin Chen was a little touched and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden gunshot. Before he could react, another shot was fired in the camp.

It was five o'clock in the morning in October, when it was about to dawn but still a little dim. There was silence all around, and these two gunshots were too harsh. After just a few seconds, the camp was noisy. More than a dozen people rushed out of the tents and cars with all kinds of self-defense weapons, looking surprised and doubtful.

"What's going on?"

"Which bastard fired the gun? I was sleeping!"

The discussion and shouting continued, and Lin Chen's face was solemn, and he jumped out of the car with a gun. At this time, Qian Xu, who was more vigilant, had come to his car with a Type 95.

"Someone has turned into a zombie!"

In the chaos, someone shouted, and the crowd in the camp suddenly became excited.

"Is it a zombie attack?"

"Everyone, get in the car, the zombies are rushing into the camp!"

Just then, the crying of a child and the coughing of an old man sounded one after another, which intensified the panic. Even Lin Chen couldn't help but worry when he saw the hazy figure in the distance, who couldn't tell whether it was a person or a zombie.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of crisp gunshots rang out from the center of the camp. Uncle Ling, who rushed out in two casual clothes, swung his Type 81 rifle and fired a burst of bullets into the sky without hesitation.

"Shut up!"

"People in the camp, defend yourself on the spot, and don't move! Xiao Ba, turn on the car headlights!"

Uncle Ling's roar with all his strength gradually quieted the camp. Under his orderly instructions, the wind lamp that had been burning outside the van for half the night was re-lit, and several cars started quickly. The bright headlights completely dispelled the last trace of darkness that was about to fade away in the camp, leaving only dozens of disheveled people looking at each other. At this time, the people on the observation deck also made a safe gesture from a distance, indicating that they did not notice any zombies approaching.

"Where are the zombies? Who is the guy who is asking for death to shout? I will kill you!"

Uncle Ling looked around and did not see any zombies. He thought someone was deliberately spreading rumors, and he was immediately angry.

"Who shouted first?"

"Damn it, fortunately it was a false alarm."

After discovering that the camp was still safe, people breathed a sigh of relief, and some impatient people even cursed. But at this moment, a young man holding a replica of the Type 54 pistol privately made in a black workshop and about the same age as Lin Chen shouted: "It's a zombie, someone has indeed become a zombie!"

This sentence caused chaos in the camp again.

This time, Uncle Ling saw the young man who was talking, and he jumped off the van without saying a word, and ran straight over with murderous intent. However, when he rushed to the young man, the ferocious expression on Uncle Ling's face suddenly froze.

In the weeds not far from the young man's feet, there was indeed a zombie with gray skin lying.

Its body had not yet begun to decay, and it was obvious that it had been infected not long ago.

"How is this possible?"

Uncle Ling's throat moved, and he wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end, but the doubts in his heart were still unsolved. How could someone be infected in a camp with trenches and rough walls on three sides and a river on one side? What worried him even more was that if there was the first person infected, there might be a second and third one!

It was necessary to find out how he became a zombie, and Uncle Ling quickly made a decision in his heart!

At this time, seeing Uncle Ling's abnormality, others also gathered around. When they confirmed that the person lying on the ground was indeed a zombie, and that it was a companion who was still alive and kicking yesterday, they also changed color.