#142 - Chapter 142 One More Target
Qin Jin walked out of the interrogation room.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his upper pocket, took one out, lit it, and took a deep puff.
For a long time.
The smoke was exhaled again and scattered in the air in front of him.
He looked at the sky.
Since humans stopped industrial activities, the air on Blue Star has been getting better every day. Even though it was approaching winter, there were still no clouds for thousands of miles, and the weather was pretty good.
I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow.
He didn't kill Fang Tianqing when he came out.
This Fang's life needs to be kept for now.
He will be useful tomorrow, and he needs him to lead the way.
He withdrew his gaze.
He walked towards the office.
What others couldn't see was that a fire had already ignited in his heart!
Back in the office, he didn't even bother to eat lunch, focusing all his attention on tomorrow's trip!
Originally, he only planned to go to the Yangcheng Military Region, but now it seems that he needs to add another target.
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Just after the lunch break, many managers and captains in the base received Qin Jin's meeting notice.
Soon, everyone came to the conference room on the second floor of the office building, filling the seats, waiting for the boss to speak.
Qin Jin sat in the first seat, crossed his hands, stared seriously at the base leaders below the stage, and slowly said:
"Everyone should have heard today that someone ambushed and killed our people."
He glanced around, saw that everyone had a clear expression, and continued:
"These people came from a shelter in Yangcheng. The leader of that shelter sent them here to find someone, someone who framed us and then killed someone!"
"So, if there are no accidents, we are already in an irreconcilable situation!"
Ignoring the people below who began to look at each other, Qin Jin stood up and said loudly:
"Everyone understands my style of doing things! I will not sit still and wait for death. I will go to solve this trouble tomorrow, and there are still many things to deal with in Yangcheng!"
"I am not asking for opinions! But asking everyone to be prepared for war!"
He tapped the table and glanced sharply at everyone.
"Each department should prepare as quickly as possible this afternoon. We will set off early tomorrow morning!"
A voice of agreement came from below.
Everyone naturally knew President Qin's character. Once he had made a decision, he would not change it.
Immediately, Qin Jin began to arrange tasks one by one.
Vehicle modification is inevitable.
A lot of weapons, ammunition, and bombs also need to be prepared this time.
After receiving the tasks, everyone quickly dispersed to get busy, leaving only half a day to deal with it quickly.
The entire base was mobilized again!
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Yangcheng.
A place near the suburbs.
There is a factory here that covers nearly 20,000 square meters.
Even in the suburbs, it is not small for a first-tier city like Yangcheng.
The factory is surrounded by a nearly seven-meter-high wall!
Enclosing the entire factory area.
In some open spaces inside, you can see some messy tents, awnings, or buildings made of iron sheets and wooden boards.
However, most of them seem to be damaged and unusable.
Further inside are some office buildings and closed factory buildings.
At this time, you can see many people wearing thick clothes observing and patrolling on some high-rise buildings.
This is Fang Tianqing's shelter.
It is much smaller than the Wanshi shelter, and even smaller than the largest shelter in Yangcheng.
In one of the most magnificent seven-story office buildings, in a luxurious office on the fifth floor, there are two people staying inside.
One of them is a man in his early forties, wearing a black down jacket, bowing his head and standing motionless by the door.
The other is a man in a large padded jacket, with an extraordinary aura and a face of fifty or sixty years old, bending over and leaning over in front of an unusually delicate bonsai. He glanced at the sunny weather outside the window, thought about it, and turned the bonsai to an angle so that the plant could better receive sunlight.
He also picked up the small pruning shears placed next to him and carefully trimmed some of the protruding thin branches and leaves.
After a long while, he spoke without raising his head:
"The weather has been getting colder recently. Have the people below rioted?"
The middle-aged man who had been standing with his head bowed seemed to have been waiting for the old man's question. Hearing this, he began to narrate:
"President Guo, there has been no riot. We have recently placed them all in the factory building, and those who go out have also found some warm clothes."
"Moreover, these people have basically accepted our control. Everyone can only get food by working."
The middle-aged man reported in an orderly manner.
The old man in the padded jacket was still pruning the bonsai, not looking at him, just uttering a few words:
"Continue."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man continued to say what he had already drafted in his mind:
"In terms of food, we have now changed to two meals of white porridge a day. The people below had opinions at first, but now they have been suppressed. In addition, we have started contacting the Yangcheng shelter according to your instructions and continue to discuss the exchange of weapons and food with them. Our people have learned that they do not have much food left."
"Now the temperature outside has dropped below zero, making it even harder to find food. We probably won't have a good time this winter."
The old man's pruning movements paused, his eyes shot out a sharp light, he looked up at the middle-aged man, and slowly said:
"Not a good time?"
"Then when our walls are built to ten meters, kick out some of the excess people!"
"If kicking out a hundred people doesn't work, then kick out two hundred people!"
"Wouldn't that be a good time?"
"Wouldn't it be easy to find people in the future?"
The middle-aged man quickly lowered his head even further and replied in agreement.
The old man then turned around and slowly walked to a luxurious and imposing boss chair in the office and sat down.
He seemed to remember something and asked:
"Is there still no news from Little Fang?"
The middle-aged man still maintained his bent-over posture and respectfully replied to the old man:
"President Fang has not returned yet. Do we need to send someone to check again?"
The old man leaned back in the chair, thought for a long time, and then uttered the words from his mouth:
"Wait another day today. If he hasn't returned, send some more people over tomorrow to see what's going on!"
"No matter what, there must be a result!"
After speaking.
The old man waved his hand towards him.
The middle-aged man agreed and slowly exited the room, gently closing the door.
The old man's name is Guo Chunrui, and he is the biggest leader of this shelter.
When he was young, he relied on mixing in the gray area to accumulate a lot of wealth. In recent years, he has taken advantage of China's rapid development and has long cleaned up the previous gray areas, creating several large industrial companies and is a well-known figure in Yangcheng.
After the apocalypse, he also gathered survivors through some means and developed into the current shelter.
Unfortunately, in the early stage, the conflict with the other two co-founders was serious, and the newly arrived refugees were unwilling to cooperate, which dragged down the progress of development.
Otherwise, the wall would not only be seven meters high now.
It was the fault of not concentrating power.
However, it is not too late now. Give him a little more time, and he is confident that he can build a stronger shelter!
So that he can live better.
Guo Chunrui's eyes stared at a photo frame on the table.
The photo is of a family of four.
He reached out and stroked the photo.
For a long time.
Only a soft sigh remained.
(End of this chapter)
