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According to Zhong Zimo's plan, the women in this bus will be given to those with super powers in Chen Hu's hands.

  The apocalypse has only been here for more than six months now. It has not taken long for people to transition from an era of abundant materials and information explosion to the apocalypse.

  Many people are still happy about female internet celebrities and celebrities.

  This group of actresses in Zhong Zimo's hands will definitely open up a new world for Zhong Zimo.

  The car drove on the Hunan C Expressway and replenished supplies at the igloo.

  The driver directly extended his hand and asked Zhong Zimo for 1 million.

  Looking at the driver, Zhong Zimo frowned and said, "Didn't I already pay 100,000 yuan for the chartered car? How come we haven't arrived in C City yet, and you want 1 million?"

Thenmoney in the C City account, There really isn't much left. If prices continue to rise like this, the money in Zhong Zimo's hands will soon be reduced to a series of meaningless numbers.

  He had to frown and carefully plan how to use the money in his hand.

  Who knew? The driver said with a smile, "It's not like you don't know that the cost of gas in cars is expensive now."

"In such a cold weather, the price of gasoline or diesel has skyrocketed. At first, you just said you were going to City E, but we temporarily changed our route to City C, and then to City E."

 " The cost of this chartered car will definitely increase several times."

  In today's weather, in this extreme living environment, who can come out to pull a truck and work, who doesn't have his head tied to his belt?

  Seeing Zhong Zimo's cold face, the driver didn't say much and pointed to the igloo in front, "If you don't believe me, Mr. Zhong, why don't you go buy the supplies yourself?"

  Zhong Zimo glanced at the driver and walked towards to the igloo.

  There were many survivors sitting in this igloo, most of them looked bitter and resentful, and their clothes were bloated and dirty.

  The atmosphere wasn't great, but it wasn't so desperate that there was no hope at all.

  Zhong Zimo walked to the counter to buy diesel.

  The seller raised his eyelids, brought a pot of diesel to Zhong Zimo, and asked for 50,000 yuan.

  Such a small pot is enough to run 50 kilometers.

  Not to mention going from here to City C, and then from City C to City E.

  Zhong Zimo frowned and asked dissatisfiedly,"With prices in such chaos, how can you still stay under Gong Yi's management?"

  This is simply unscientific.

  For a top student with urban management experience, Zhong Zimo deeply believed that Gong Yi lacked a professional urban management commander.

  What a pity. If Gong Yi could accept him, he could actually help Gong Yi manage the so-called Xiangcheng base.

  So things ended up like this. Gong Yi lost a management talent, and Zhong Zimo failed to become the management commander of the Xiangcheng base.

  All because of Hua Mi's obstruction.

  The igloo salesman looked at Zhong Zimo as if he were a fool. He pointed at the small pot of diesel and explained impatiently, "Do you!want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, go away. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

  After saying that, the igloo salesman actually took out a pack of plum melon seeds, chewed them, and spit them at Zhong Zimo's feet.

  Zhong Zimo held his breath and actually spent 50,000 yuan to bring out a pot of diesel.

  There was nothing he could do if he didn't buy it. He had to go to Chen Hu as soon as possible and start his grand ambitions as soon as possible.

  Not long after Zhong Zimo left the igloo, a group of wreckers sitting inside began to sneer, "Is there something wrong with this person's brain? Who would buy a fuel sports car now?"

  Everyone knows that. When the Xiangcheng water plant was under construction, the director of the water plant hoarded a large amount of jelly water.

  These jelly waters contain very rich energy. What energy they contain is still being studied.

  However, the factory director said that the jelly water can be diluted and used as fuel.

  A 200ML bottle of jelly water can be poured into a car's fuel tank, whether it is a diesel or gasoline car, and it can run thousands of kilometers.

  So many people remember that when it rained continuously in Xiangcheng, people in Xiangcheng frantically pumped out jelly water.

  Use a water pump + condoms, and the jelly water after pumping is piled on the garbage dump.

  Although it is snowing now, as long as you are willing to dig through the snow layer and dig down hard, you can dig out the frozen jelly water layer.

  Crush these jelly water ice cubes, pour them into the car's fuel tank, and add some antifreeze or something, and the car will still be able to run.

  As for the sky-high price of gasoline and diesel sold in the igloo, it is just a private fraud through igloo sales.

  Those who are deceived are those new survivors who are not able to receive the latest news in time.

  Seeing Zhong Zimo coming out with a jug of high-priced diesel, the chartered driver rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

  Watching Zhong Zimo put on the oil with a serious face, he set off with a smile.

  When he got to the next igloo, Zhong Zimo no longer got out of the car to buy gas himself. He just gave the chartered bus driver money and asked him to buy it.

  The driver diligently took the hundreds of thousands in his cell phone, entered the igloo, and came out with an oil can to refuel the car.

  When the car started running, the driver didn't say what was in the pot, so Zhong Zimo naturally assumed that it was diesel.

  The Xiangcheng base under construction, drivers on the road, salesmen in igloos, and wreckers who often rush on the highway.

  They have already reached some kind of secret tacit understanding.

  No one will explain it clearly.

  If you can kill one, that's one.

  When they were about to arrive in City C, Zhong Zimo's car stopped in front of a remote igloo.

  The driver still took Zhong Zimo's hundreds of thousands and got out of the car to buy gas.

  Zhong Zimo stayed in the car, counting the money on his mobile phone and in his bank account.

  Suddenly, several people rushed in from outside the car.

  Vasili, the leader, stared at Zhong Zimo with a pair of red, bloodshot eyes, "It's been so long, Secretary Zhong."

  He twisted his neck in a strange posture, stiff and He said slowly, "Have you seen my brother? He is the one who ran out of the supply warehouse in City C and has a scorpion tattoo on his body?"

  Zhong Zimo is a well-informed man. He tried to steady himself and slowly shook his head.

  He recognized the man in front of him as the leader of the group of killers that Ma Zhixuan brought to the material warehouse in C City to attack Zhou Cheng.

  He immediately asked with concern,

 "What's wrong? Your brother hasn't been found yet?"

  "He has been found, but his consciousness is not very clear."

  Vasya scratched the back of his hand.

  Two days ago, he took the remaining brothers of the organization and finally caught the Scorpion brother who had been moving.

  The strange thing is that his Scorpion brothers seemed to be crazy, scratching and biting each of them.

  They finally subdued the Scorpion Brother.

  Unexpectedly, an accident caused Brother Scorpion to escape again.

  For killers, they have no humanity, but they have their own twisted set of values.

  Those who did not betray them were their brothers in the organization.

  Whether Brother Scorpion lives or dies, he must have an explanation.