Tensions Rise

With these words, Huan Chu's heart trembled, finding it difficult to maintain his detached attitude. For Huanchu, who is determined to establish his own team to ensure survival for himself, his family, and friends in the apocalypse, a tanker truck is really crucial. Just like a supply convoy during wartime, if a convoy has a fuel tanker, the convoy's range will be greatly increased, reducing the risk of entering the city to search for gasoline.

Huan Chu had ignored Wang Bo's previous proposals, but he did not expect that Wang Bo would have such courage. Facing his own countermeasures, Wang Bo calmly regained the initiative and even showed goodwill towards him. In this way, even if Huan Chu does not sell firearms to him, it is not appropriate to intervene in their affairs at will.

At this point, Huan Chu couldn't help but praise the police captain, whom he had not originally paid much attention to. In order to maintain absolute control over the team, he actually didn't hesitate to give away the most valuable and useful thing in the team. Although it is called an exchange, in terms of value, it is no different from giving it away.

Lu Hao and Chen Wenwen naturally knew how important a tanker truck was. Although they had developed a habit of not disturbing Huan Chu's decisions, their eyes looking at Huan Chu couldn't help but reveal a sense of eagerness.

Huan Chu fell into contemplation, pondering the pros and cons of Wang Bo's proposal. Wang Bo knew that Huan Chu was a smart person, and smart people wouldn't randomly pick up pies that fell from the sky. If this kid agrees right away, he will start to suspect that this cunning guy is planning to trick him.

But at this moment, Scarface suddenly spoke, pointing his gun at Wang Bo and cursing, "You fat-ass Wang, that oil tanker was...I risked my life to snatch it back from the zombie horde. Who gave you the right to use it to exchange for a gun? Where in the world does such a thing exist?" Is this the right idea? "

Faced with the imposing power of Wang Bo, the scar-faced man dared not refer to himself as "老子" (a self-referential term indicating arrogance), and changed his address back to "我" (a more humble form of self-reference).

In the hall, apart from the mice, not a single person made a sound.

When the gun was in the hands of the young man, there was a group of people standing by his side, because everyone was treated similarly on weekdays, so naturally the young man with the gun was included in their group.

The scar-faced man who was brandishing a gun and shouting this time was not as impressive as Wang Bo and Chen Yang in his usual performance. During peacetime, Wang Bo was the captain of the criminal investigation brigade of the city bureau. Naturally, he did not take pleasure in oppressing these poor people. Apart from occupying Yang Fei to satisfy his animal desires and setting the supply specifications, he did not have much conflict with others.

Although Chen Yang can be a bit overbearing, his many years as a police officer have made him too lazy to bully the members of the convoy every day. In his mind, these people are just a bunch of parasites. One cannot fight with worms every day.

Scarface, who used to be just a small-time thug doing odd jobs for people, didn't get much respect before the zombie outbreak. Although he could instill fear in others, he was often looked down upon. Instead, he envied the white-collar workers with their nine-to-five jobs and the students who played around all day in his heart. After the zombie outbreak, he suddenly found that his status in the world had risen by more than one level. The person I used to envy is now under my feet in an instant. The sudden sense of superiority made his underlying inferiority rapidly swell into unconditional arrogance, and he took pleasure in bullying these people every day.

In the entire team, apart from three police officers and a mouse, there was not a single person who had not been scolded or had their supplies taken by him.

At this point, he wanted to seek support, naturally no one would foolishly stand up.

Scarface obviously noticed the issue and couldn't help but look around in confusion. Seeing that no one dared to speak up under his self-proclaimed 'sharp' gaze, he began to feel anxious. A thug like him who usually relies on numbers to do anything, now that no one is responding, he feels uncertain in his heart.

The mouse saw the situation was not good and shouted loudly, "Brothers and sisters, we are all oppressed by these few police officers on weekdays." They don't see us as human beings at all. When there's danger, they want us to go first; when there's benefit, they take it all for themselves. Look at them, they are eating the best food while giving us expired and moldy food as if it's only natural. Now, in order to maintain their rule, they have to give away the most important oil tanker in the convoy to someone else. Don't you all have any objections to this? "

After delivering this short but passionate speech, the mouse took a deep breath, but did not receive the enthusiastic response from the crowd as intended, only hearing a cold voice from the crowd: "I only know that the two of you have almost taken all of our already scarce food." If this team were under your control, who knows how it would be ruined. "

Scarfaced Man saw an anomaly in the crowd of usually meek and submissive people, and couldn't help but stare around with his narrow eyes, constantly asking, "Who?" Who the hell is talking nonsense? Come out and face me, I'll shoot you dead, you son of a bitch! If you're a man, stand up for me! "

The man hid in the crowd and ignored Scarface's provocation, still coldly saying, "Look, can't handle a few words?" Are you going to kill me? What if we follow you and get into trouble just by saying something casually? I really can't believe someone like you. "

Upon hearing these words, the scar-faced man seemed somewhat embarrassed and angry. He pointed his fingers at the crowd, his hand subtly inching towards the trigger, as if he could fire at any moment.

Seeing that his behavior in anger could endanger the safety of the team, Li Rui, who had been watching from the side, could no longer stand by. He pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at the scar-faced man's forehead, and coldly said, "Put the gun down, be careful not to accidentally fire." "

Scarface quickly pointed the gun at Li Rui. Ordinary people still had some fear of special police, but he also knew that if he showed any weakness now, he would probably be overwhelmed by the police. With a desperate attitude, he spoke out, "Can't you just stand aside and watch?" What does it have to do with you if I kill a dog? Do you believe that I can kill you with one blow?! "

As a qualified special police officer, Li Rui may not have experienced many battles, but he has been held at gunpoint many times. Facing Pang Le's fierce and wild demeanor, Li Rui did not dare to act rashly, but he was more than capable of dealing with an ordinary fugitive.

Li Rui remained expressionless, staring coldly at the scar-faced man. The 54 in his hand kept swaying slightly with the scar-faced man's movements, aiming at the center of his eyebrows. He said, "Shoot!" You're firing a gun! If you shoot first, I can also kill you first! "

Scarface obviously knew that Li Rui was telling the truth. Although he had played with knives before, he had never tried shooting a gun. He couldn't be sure if he could kill Li Rui with one shot.

The special police officers consume a considerable amount of live ammunition in their daily shooting practice. Every time they fire a shot, there will inevitably be a bullet hole in their forehead.

However, the scar-faced man was already in a difficult position. If he were to put down his gun now, his authority within the convoy would immediately collapse.

Between saving face and saving his life, Scarface really wanted to choose both, but the other party clearly had no intention of giving him a way to have both. He could only hold up the gun from a distance, trying his best to maintain a fierce expression on his face, occasionally winking at the rat behind him.

This kind of finding a way out for both parties is something that is often done during the negotiations between factions, which is naturally the specialty of cunning advisors like the old rat.

At this moment, he immediately understood what Scarface meant, quickly rushing to the middle of the confrontation and pushing down Scarface's gun barrel, urging, "Scar, don't ruin the peace for a trivial guy!" Can everyone put down their guns? Can we talk about this peacefully? We are all just trying to make money... I mean, survive in this messed up world, right? The zombies haven't arrived yet, but we're already fighting among ourselves. What a mess. Scarface, Scarface, please put down the gun first, Officer Li too, let's all sit down calmly and talk things out! "

The scar-faced man who had been given a way out snorted, put down his gun, but did not holster it back on his waist, apparently also a little afraid that the police would turn on him directly.

Li Rui, however, had no such scruples. Seeing that Scarface had no intention of killing anyone, he simply put the gun back into its holster.

He was not worried at all that Scarface would launch a sneak attack. The gun-drawing speed he had honed in the police force was enough to take him down before Scarface could shoot.

The atmosphere in the hall finally eased up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, no one wants to see unnecessary scenes of bloodshed, and more importantly, the sound of gunfire from the fire will not attract zombies.

This is what most people are most worried about.

Seeing both of them put down their guns, Wang Bo also holstered his gun and said to the scar-faced man, "Old Scar, do you really need this gun?" Will never give it back to Chen Yang no matter what? "

Faced with this question, Scarface did not hesitate at all, and directly said, "There's no need to discuss this issue. No matter who gets the gun, he definitely won't give it back to you." "

Even with only 8 bullets? Wang Bo glanced deeply at the scar-faced man and continued, "You should know that we can't spare a single bullet for you anymore." "

Scarface seemed surprised by this and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the mouse. After listening carefully to the mouse, the scar-faced man gritted his teeth and said, "That's right." Even if I only have 8 bullets, I won't give them back to you. "

Wang Bo nodded in understanding and casually said, "Well, in that case, all the conditions we discussed earlier are now null and void." The food for the team was originally brought by a few of us who were armed. Now that you have the gun, you don't need our supplies anymore. Believe in yourself that you can also find food, right? "

Without waiting for Scarface's response, he turned to Huan Chu and asked, "Mr. Huan, what do you think of my proposal?" A gun with 50 rounds of ammunition is parked outside. You can just drive away with the oil tanker. "

While speaking, he also took out the keys to the tanker from his waist, indicating to Huan Chu that he didn't need to worry about the scar-faced man.

"A 9mm gun with 20 bullets, the oil tanker belongs to me, how about that?" Huan Chu has made a decision.

Wang Bo's face suddenly darkened.