You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"Wang Hu!"

"Du Chao!"

"What are you two doing!"

"Release Superintendent Xu now! Hurry up!"

The two men were taken aback and, upon seeing the expression on Zhang Ye's face, instantly understood.

They had made a fool of themselves.

Ever since they entered this ruined mall.

Their nerves had been tightly wound.

First, it was the horde of corpses on the first floor, then they met Xu Lin and Chen Bingjiang one after another.

Any little noise made them subconsciously think that Zhang Ye was going to make a move.

After all, these twenty bodyguards were all directly under Zhang Ye's control, every move they made represented Zhang Ye's thoughts.

Now it seemed that the survivors who had suddenly approached were mistaken for enemies, which triggered the bodyguards' resistance.

The misunderstanding was quickly cleared up.

Xu Lin looked at his gun, which had returned to his hands.

He then looked at the embarrassed Wang Hu and Du Chao.

And the twenty bodyguards who acted as if nothing had happened, his thoughts became even more firm.

"Cooperate?"

"What do you mean, Superintendent Xu?"

Zhang Ye, looking at Xu Lin sitting on the sofa, had already guessed something.

As expected.

Xu Lin, from behind the desk, exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke decisively:

"Take down Chen Bingjiang."

"Or drive him out of the mall."

"Whatever you want, as long as you fancy it, you can take it."

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly shifted.

His tone became somewhat unpredictable.

"In the future... if the government people come..."

"I can apply for a reward for you..."

"And there's a bonus."

The two were in an office inside a restaurant.

The bloodstains on the floor had already dried up.

The paintings on the wall had fallen and lay crumpled in the corner like waste paper, leaving behind two dark holes, one large and one small.

Xu Lin spoke while constantly keeping his eyes on Zhang Ye.

His attitude was very sincere.

Zhang Ye, however, chuckled inwardly. Government commendation?

You'd be lucky to survive in the mall at all.

As for the government—

The municipal building bustled with people every day, but now probably not even half a living soul remains.

And to whom would you apply?

The rescue teams descending from above?

Or wait for an unknown time in the future when order is eventually restored?

Moreover, even if there were commendations or bonuses, what use would they be now?

If he wanted to, he could just send an employee out for a spin and bring back a pile.

Besides, judging from Xu Lin's tone just now, it was clear he didn't even believe this himself.

It was less about telling Zhang Ye, and more about comforting himself.

As for the earlier part of his speech, that was even more of a pipe dream, since all those things were predicated on dealing with Chen Bingjiang first.

Xu Lin seemed to know that his proposal wasn't enough, his gaze flickering.

He thought for a moment, then stood up and said:

"Aren't you looking for a generator?"

"There's one on the fourth floor."

"Come on, I'll take you there now."

The two quickly left the office and approached the back of the fast-food restaurant, where they found a small generator near the main electrical panel.

"Almost every shop here has a backup power source."

"It's business, you know."

"Better safe than sorry."

A hint of a smile finally appeared on Xu Lin's face, and after explaining for a bit, he waited expectantly for Zhang Ye's response.

But Zhang Ye felt somewhat embarrassed.

Because this generator in front of him was, in fact, smaller than the two they had brought back from the hotel.

At best, it could only serve as a source of power for the store's lighting.

For the entire villa area, it was just a drop in the bucket, utterly useless.

Xu Lin's powers of observation were extremely keen, and he quickly noticed the fleeting disappointment on Zhang Ye's face, and hastened to add:

"This isn't the only one."

"If you want, there should be quite a few more."

But Zhang Ye just shook his head.

"No use."

"I don't need this kind."

Xu Lin was then taken aback, "Then what kind do you want?"

"A large generator set that could keep the entire mall running normally."

"If that's not possible, a single floor would do."

"That's too small."

Zhang Ye spread his hands, his face showing helplessness.

Too small?

Xu Lin still wasn't satisfied.

Even if the place you live is big, if one isn't enough, surely two would suffice?

At worst, we could get four or five to restore electricity.

Could it just be that you don't want to cooperate?

Is this just an excuse?

Zhang Ye smiled and offered no explanation.

After all, the two weren't exactly familiar, and it seemed a bit too early for revealing secrets.

It wasn't just the four floors of the mall. Experience more tales on empire

There were people above.

Starting from the fifth floor, one entered Zheng Youcai's control area.

Unlike Xu Lin, the escalator from the fifth to the sixth floor was monitored, and as soon as Zhang Ye approached, someone immediately blocked his way.

"Are you the group that came in from outside?"

The speaker was a young man dressed in a waiter's uniform.

However, his expression was quite haughty.

In the middle of summer, he was actually dressed in a suit and tie, his forehead beaded with sweat.

Zhang Ye was about to speak when Ai Bing pulled at his hand.

"Let me handle this."

She stepped forward, her cold and stunning face instantly softening considerably.

"Is your boss Zheng here?"

"We want to discuss a business transaction with him."

"If it works out, it will be greatly beneficial to both parties."

The man dressed as a waiter hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"A business deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

Ai Bing glanced at him, and her red lips parted slightly to reveal two words.

"Supplies."

Contempt flashed in the man's eyes instantly.

He sneered, and his gaze circled over the bodyguards behind Ai Bing before settling on several bulging backpacks.

Such scant supplies?

And they dare to negotiate business with them?

The nearby onlookers seemed to notice this as well, and their eyes carried a hint of disdain.

To them, it appeared that these outsiders had come to the mall to scavenge for supplies.

Now that they knew there were people inside, they wanted to find a suitable boss to join.

What talk of business was merely an opportunity to meet their leader.

"Sorry, our boss Zheng..."

The man was about to refuse when he noticed the woman staring intently behind him.

He quickly turned to look.

There, he saw his own boss looking down at them, gesturing.

Let them in.

The man quickly understood his boss's intent and hastily stepped aside.

"Boss Zheng is upstairs."

"You can go up now, but I advise you not to have any other ideas—"

"Otherwise—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

He simply warned Zhang Ye and the others with a cold gaze.

Zhang Ye smiled nonchalantly and quickly followed Ai Bing onto the escalator.

As his twenty bodyguards might not seem significant against the several hundred survivors in the mall,

they were more than enough to ensure their safety.

Moreover, these bodyguards weren't human.

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Complete sets of riot gear completely concealed their identities.

Whether it was Xu Lin, Chen Bingjiang, or their subordinates, up until now, no one had discovered the true identity of the bodyguards.

This made the zombies twenty ticking time bombs embedded deep within the crowd.

When would they detonate?

Zhang Ye would decide.

If someone really provoked him, the twenty zombies only needed to take off their helmets and peel off their gloves to instantly cause chaos.

And he could take the opportunity to escape.

Or possibly, fish in troubled waters and obtain what he wanted.

Thoughts raced through his mind.

On the escalator, a middle-aged man with a fair complexion was smiling faintly.

He was Xu Lin's ally.

Zheng Youcai.