The skin and muscles will rot and smelly, but the bones can be preserved for a long time.

There is no difference between zombies and humans on this issue.

Survivors who have survived from the outbreak of the virus have extremely rich hunting experience. It has been almost a year since May last year. Each of them has encountered zombies and knows how to deal with these guys.

What's more, Wu Guoguang's monitoring station has injected many people with immune agents.

They dare to kill

They can kill

"You're not lying to us, are you?"

Suddenly, the woman in the red sweater said in confusion: "Is it such a good thing to exchange guns and bullets with a few bones?"

Su Hao glanced at her and showed a kind smile on his face: "It's not surprising that I don't believe it. As long as you have a fight, you will understand."

Su Hao has no intention of recruiting these survivors.

From unfamiliarity to recognition, it requires contact, and consensus on certain issues is needed. It also requires fair distribution of interests.

It’s like a men and women need to adapt to each other’s work-in period from getting to know each other and get married. Instead of being like a pig in heat, you can get on with a few "hum" sounds and lie down.

The existence of silver bones has been made public.

The Academy of Sciences is conducting research on this.

Wang Qinian has shared the preliminary research results with the military and even submitted them to the United Nations Bioscience Organization.

It won’t take long to see many people realize the importance of silver bones, which will trigger a new round of competition.

Su Hao is already a local military officer.

Silver bones plus first-level enhancement potion have produced a truly enhanced man. The military is stepping up the development of a 9mm caliber individual weapon system to replace the old 5.8mm light weapons. These weapons are just weak, but they can still kill mutant creatures when hitting the key points. Since the peace period, the military has accumulated a large number of weapons. At the same time, it has the identity of a second lieutenant and a researcher, and Su Hao can completely exchange it with the military with silver bones.

In the future world, Silver Bone's status is equivalent to currency. Major wealthy consortiums and military agencies hold it in large quantities. Due to the wide range of sources, as long as the amount is not particularly large, it will not attract covetness and trouble.

From submitting the first note to revealing the silver bones, everything Su Hao did was carefully planned. He took steps to disclose the secrets he knew, gained attention, and obtained benefits from both the military and the Academy of Sciences. These behaviors are natural to outsiders, and there is nothing to doubt.

With the basis of external public opinion and supervisory thinking, Su Hao can call on survivors to help him collect silver bones.

No one knows how many living people are still in Kunming?

Every day, people return from outside the city, and some leave the city.

Kill each other for food and clothing.

A steamed bun can turn against each other.

The hungry person began to stare at his hungry red eyes at his similar ones

Even a familiar companion is difficult to have real trust.

In this case, rashly gathering survivors in the city will only cause chaos and hostility. The reason why Su Hao sent a large number of team members to persuade survivors to join the team through long-term contact is precisely because of the same reason.

However, it is impossible for Su Hao to split up people to do such things for a long time.

Exchanges with silver bones and guns can attract many survivors around the team.

As long as the first exchange is successful, we will have some trust in each other.

A familiar attitude can only arise through continuous contact. At that time, if these people join, they can easily become "worker bees".

What Su Hao has to do now is to spread the news as soon as possible so that more people can know.

Although the five survivors were somewhat concerned, they had already begun to believe what Su Hao called "exchange". The woman in the red sweater and the thin man were even excited about where to get dead zombies, how many guns can they get? How many bullets can they get?

"Your camp is north, near the gymnasium, with black flags on the upper floors. Is that true?"

The man in the lead was more cautious. After getting the accurate answer from Su Hao, the bearded man suddenly thought of a very critical question.

"Well, there's one more thing. What should you call that?"

"Haha, my name is Su Hao."

His smile was as bright as the sun.

In the north of the mainland, there is a beautiful manor in Chinese style.

It is far away from the city, and the surrounding terrain is mostly plains and hills. A river flows through the wilderness, and most of the plants on both sides appear green, indicating that spring has arrived.

The walls and barbed wire fence far blocked the view of outside visitors. Standing on the top of the nearby mountain, you can see that the core building of the manor is a palace with a similar appearance to the Temple of Heaven. Of course, it is much smaller in size and not very large in size. It can only be considered exquisite, but not magnificent.

There are towers all around, and there are fully armed guards standing on it. On the ground, there are five or six sand trenchers piled up on the intersection. On the mercedes made of woven bags of soil, there are extremely shocking heavy machine guns. If you get closer and have good eyesight, you can see several straight-eye cannons hidden deep in the manor. The thick black muzzle is pointing outside, which makes you stutter and tremble.

An old man with white hair and beard sat on the sofa in the study on the second floor, with his legs raised, looking at a document with a focused expression.

His face was majestic and thin. His nose was protruding forward, his deep eyes, and his high forehead were easily reminiscent of the word "eagle looking at the wolf".

There are more than a dozen pages of the document, mostly numbers and tables. In the "Species" column on the left, names such as "slaves", "vehicles", "heavy machinery", "weapons and ammunition" are arranged in sequence. Further down, these details are extended. For example, "slaves" are specifically divided into men, women, old and young, as well as specific numbers of different age groups. "vehicles" are divided into heavy and light, different tonnages, uses, new and old, etc.

In addition to these, the documents also include food, medicine, building materials, area, and mineral resources.

Starting from the homepage of the document, it is filled with respect and greetings with humble tone. These empty words without any practical meaning occupy one-third of the pages of the paper. The old man skipped these complicated etiquettes and carefully read the following data and material sub-items.

The wall clock hand on the opposite wall has been running for nearly two hours.

Soon, the file has turned to the last page.

There are no sub-items and data of materials there, but a letter with strong accusations and resentment. It is full of irresistible anger and begging, deep sadness and sorrow. Through the letter paper, you can fully feel the violent mentality of the writer's desire to take revenge.

The old man quickly swept the letter paper with his shrewd eyes, smiled distractedly, and placed the documents aside. Then he picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of tea, and pressed the electric bell next to him to summon the servant.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue robe quickly walked into the room. His steps were light and steady, but he did not make any sound. Obviously, it was the result of long-term training.

The middle-aged servant walked to the sofa, stood with his hands down, bowed slightly, and waited silently for instructions.

The old man looked at the slightly shaking tea leaves in the porcelain cup and asked casually: "Where is that person?"

The servant replied humbly: "It's still in the reception room."

The old man turned his gaze to the file next to him, looked at it for a while, and spoke again: "What is your estimated result? Is there any difference between the existing resources of the "Shengfei" Group and the numbers on the file?"

“There is, but not very big.”

The middle-aged servant nodded affirmatively: "The problem mainly focuses on the number of slaves and heavy vehicles. The actual number is only about 13% of the documents. Perhaps even less. We have investigated————The "Shengfei" group's colonial plan in Kunming has been failed in recent times. They suffered heavy losses, and the proportion of core members of the group's deaths and disappearances is as high as more than 90%. Lin Feihu's two sons are also unknown. He has been sending people to search for it, but there is no news."

"Kunming?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, and a detailed map of the mainland immediately appeared in his mind. He quickly found the coordinates of the relevant provinces and cities, and compared the distance. The old man shook his head lightly and said, "Lin Feihu's appetite is too big. Kunming is thousands of kilometers away from the headquarters of "Shengfei". The roads along the way are either destroyed or blocked. The convoys have to consume a lot of fuel and are very unsafe. I really don't know what he is thinking?"

"Maybe it was because the coastal city had been occupied by us and other consortiums that he had to come up with this bad decision."

The middle-aged servant said carefully: "I sent someone to check: the disappearance of his two sons has been a big blow to Lin Feihu. He has been slaughtering slaves recently. The methods are extremely bloody and cruel. Many people in the "Shengfei" manor escaped. Even the bodyguards and close servants left. When submitting the documents, we conducted physical examinations on him. Lin Feihu's mental state is extremely abnormal and often incoherent. But as long as he mentions his son, he will be able to recover quickly. I am frank: He is actually crazy."

"Crazy?"

The old man's expression was a little surprised, and then he soon became indifferent: "Hmph, a madman, a false report list with less than 20% of the actual number. There is no need for such a person to live. He is more disgusting than a zombie."

The middle-aged servant was silent for a few seconds and said slowly: "He is actually very pitiful. All his relatives are dead. Lin Feihu just wants to take revenge. This is also the only reason why he survives. Otherwise, he would not have handed over this statistical document while his mind is clear and asked us to help."

"help?"

The old man's expression was still cold, with a hint of anger in his words. He bent his fingers and knocked on the table: "There are poor people everywhere in this world. Many people's family was eaten by zombies, and they were still struggling alone in the ruins of the city. They were all gathering slaves, and no one could say that they were noble or kind. Lin Feihu killed many people, so what should the family members of those people do? Besides, the document he submitted was very watery, and it can even be said to be fake-----"

The middle-aged servant lowered his head and waited for the old man's anger to calm down a little before speaking again: "Actually, he did not lie."

The old man turned his gaze to the servant and said "um" in a little bit.

"These data are stored in the computer, and only senior management personnel have the authority to change it. After receiving a request from "Sheng Fei", I sent someone to bring back the computer from their headquarters. The stored information has no trace of correction. The last time I recorded it was in June last year. I think Lin Feihu doesn't think that the people he sent were dead, they were just missing and their whereabouts were unknown. Therefore, the losses of the relevant personnel and materials were not recorded. He has always been unconscious and can only use these data as the basis."

The old man subconsciously frowned and looked at the middle-aged servant's eyes, which became gloomy and cold.

"You seem to be talking to Lin Feihu?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the old man continued to ask in a cold tone: "Tell me how much benefit did he give you?"

The middle-aged servant shook his head and said respectfully: "Even if I have the courage, I will never dare to take such benefits. I just think Lin Feihu is pitiful, and the remaining resources and slaves of the "Shengfei" group are not small. It should not be too much to help him properly and satisfy his final wish, and it is also in our interests."

The old man stared into his eyes and asked coldly: "Isn't it too much?"

The servant hesitated for a few seconds, a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes, and he slowly smiled bitterly.

"My wife gave birth last month. I have a son who is almost the whole of my life except for his loyalty and duty to the consortium."

The old man slowly put away the hard coldness on his face, nodded slowly, stopped talking, and sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

After a few minutes, the old man stood up from the sofa. He paced back and forth in the room a few times, then turned around and ordered the middle-aged servant who was waiting next to him.

"I need to think about it again if Lin Feihu waits for this matter."

The servant bowed and said yes, slowly exiting the room.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor gradually disappeared. The old man opened the door of the study and walked along the dedicated passage filled with electronic alerts to a door wrapped in copper leather, which has both luxury and protection functions.

This is a south-facing room. It is very spacious and has a modern decoration style. Oil paintings and various photo frames are hung on the walls, and the transparent materials are used to make the room look a bit weird. There is a grand piano in the central hall. A young man in his twenties sits on a piano bench, his eyes are slightly closed, immersed in the sound of beautiful music played by his fingers and keys.

He is tall, with wide shoulders, and his slightly long hair softens the angular facial curves. His skin is very white, with a sharp nose, and looks very arrogant. The young man is wearing a cotton shirt with a button on the neckline open to reveal his burly and strong chest muscles, and a collarbone that extends to both sides of his shoulders, full of strength and tonedness.

He is playing Mozart's "Turkish March".

The rhythm is sonorous, fast, smooth, and the playing style is extremely unrestrained and full of intoxicating music.

The old man crossed his hands in front of him, stood silently behind the young man, smiling.
To be continued...