#968 - Chapter 968 Smiling Like a Chrysanthemum

A new day dawns.

The zombies outside are still quite active, and places with a large number of survivors have attracted many zombies eager to taste flesh.

Heng City's Prison-style Base is naturally surrounded by many; last night was another night of nearly ten thousand zombies attacking.

Who told them they have so many people here, at least two thousand, and the number of survivors they've killed is countless, it's no exaggeration to describe it as having sky-high blood energy.

Unfortunately, they still can't break through the defense of Hell.

In the face of their powerful weapons, the zombies' flesh can only add to the corpses lying outside.

After dawn, Hell naturally began to send people to clean up the fallen zombie corpses outside.

"Damn it! It's us again doing this crap! Can't it be the turn of other hunting teams to deal with these stinky dead bodies!?"

A Hell member, his nose wrapped in rags and holding tools, couldn't help but complain.

He was assigned to handle the corpses today; this difficult job is generally assigned to lower-ranking personnel, so someone like him who joined Hell not long ago is relatively unlucky.

"Hurry up and get it done! After finishing this, you can go back to rest and get half a catty of ordinary meat, which is better than those survivors who died outside in the past few days!"

Another companion comforted him.

As he said, those of them who joined Hell are considered good.

At least they have "food" and don't have to starve to death, and they have tall walls to protect them from dying in the mouths of zombies outside.

There is no hope in this world; only by being more ruthless than other living survivors can you have the qualifications to survive.

"Hey? Look quickly, a car is coming from over there!"

The man who spoke first suddenly caught a glimpse and discovered that a car was approaching from afar.

Hell doesn't have surveillance installed; they usually communicate via walkie-talkie, and they don't think anyone would be courting death by causing trouble here.

The speaking man's voice quickly attracted the attention of his surrounding companions, and the car stopped about three hundred meters away from the Prison-style Base's wall.

Several men got out of it and shouted from afar:

"We are from the Mad Dog Gang! Here to offer large amounts of meat and various grains and supplies to Hell! Request permission to pass!"

Luo Zihhao shouted loudly towards the Prison-style Base over there.

He had been here several times, but every time he came, he felt a sense of awe for the buildings there.

That was the unease of facing a higher level, which could control his life.

Usually, he would arrange for his subordinates to come; this time, he came in person, naturally because he was "coerced" by certain people.

The process was relatively smooth.

After hearing Chief Luo's words, the Mad Dog Gang, as an affiliated base, had already been registered in Hell's list, and the corresponding personnel in charge of the liaison quickly came to confirm.

Gao Qiang lowered his head, scanning the environment inside the Prison-style Base with his peripheral vision.

He followed the Mad Dog Gang leader and sneaked in!

After a series of preparations last night, and after getting Luo Zihhao, a key figure, Liu's team drove them to Heng City overnight, and after calculation, dropped them off about ten kilometers away from the Prison-style Base just after dawn.

After that, Gao Qiang took the car that had been called over with Luo Zihhao and drove towards the Prison-style Base.

After careful consideration, only one Green Source team member followed him and mingled into the Mad Dog Gang's team that was offering supplies to Hell.

If they are not discovered on this trip, it will be fine, but once exposed, it will almost certainly lead to death.

So, entering here requires absolute courage and guts.

Luo Zihhao had a micro-bomb implanted in his body, and he was fed a virus capsule coated with a thick protective shell; according to calculations, this capsule shell can last for about a week. (A similar technology was used when the New Hope Base attacked Green Source before, and now it is just being optimized for use.)

If he cooperates obediently, the capsule and micro-bomb will naturally be removed from him later.

The few people who successfully entered the Prison-style Base were moving the "tributes" they brought to the designated place.

Afterwards, Gao Qiang will find another opportunity to complete his mission.

Before long, Hell was already familiar with the actions of this kind of affiliated force.

Mad Dog Gang Leader Luo can be considered an old acquaintance who has been here before, and he quickly handed over the things he brought in the car to the other party.

"Not bad, there are more than two hundred catties of meat, including nearly ten catties of premium! As for the other odds and ends of supplies, they are all things we need; this time, your Mad Dog Gang is really going all out!"

A small cadre from Hell who was specifically in charge of material handover said to Luo Zihhao with a smile on his face.

The latter glanced around and saw that, apart from a few of this small cadre's people, there were no other outsiders, so he secretly stuffed a small bag into his hand.

"Brother Huang, a small token, please accept it! To be honest, a few of us brothers want to join Hell; it's really too difficult to survive outside now! There are zombies and survivor resistance, so we want to simply and completely join Hell's ranks!"

Luo Zihhao blinked and pleaded.

He actually wanted to bring the subordinates he brought with him to join the Prison-style Base!

This was, of course, a plan they had made before they came.

The small cadre of Hell weighed the "tribute" in his hand, opened it, and took a sniff; a fragrance different from ordinary meat emanated.

Premium!

His smile became even brighter.

"If you want to join us, you can; you are also our old cooperation partners."

He slowly opened his mouth, saying the words Luo Zihhao wanted to hear.

But then his tone changed.

"But!"

"As you also know, there are many people in our base recently, and we have to resist more and more zombies outside, so the entire Prison-style Base is already a bit overwhelmed, so...."

The small cadre hadn't finished speaking, and seemed to be really a bit embarrassed, but the last word "so" was particularly drawn out.

Luo Zihhao, who understood human relationships, naturally knew what he meant, and quickly "reluctantly" handed over the next prepared "tribute."

"Brother Huang, look, I actually forgot that I had something else for you; Hell is indeed under great pressure, so we want to join here even more to contribute! I hope you can help us arrange it."

The small boss took another plastic bag, opened it without hesitation, and his eyes lit up.

It was some rice and grain!

This was a good thing!

Although Hell here mainly focuses on meat, these people don't not eat normal grains.

It's just that it's been so long since the end of the world, and it's been difficult to find such precious grains; if there is any, naturally no one will refuse.

"Easy to say, easy to say; we happen to have several departments here that are short of manpower; since you come in to play a role first, then I will arrange some positions for you!"

The small cadre's entire face was almost smiling into a chrysanthemum.

(End of this chapter)