And his father, Huang Youwei, was no better.
It's only been a month since the apocalypse began.
He married seven concubines.
Moreover, four of them were stolen.
Many villagers were angry but dared not speak out.
Who told Huang Youwei to have so much power?
Those who had previously opposed him,
They all disappeared inexplicably.
"Village chief, there should be more than thirty people..."
We also have hunting rifles.
How come we can't even get a snowmobile?
The speaker was Chang Hua, the captain of Team Three.
Although he only joined Huang Youwei after the end of the world,
But they are die-hard loyalists.
Therefore, Huang Youwei entrusted the three strongest teams to him.
"That's a bulletproof snowmobile."
Moreover, it is extremely sturdy.
They smashed through the roadblock in no time.
It was like a moving tank.
"Dad, is there even a need to think about it?"
If we had such a bulletproof snowmobile,
Then you can go into the city to search for supplies.
Furthermore, you can also go to the law enforcement office.
The guns inside
It's much more powerful than a shotgun.
"At that time, dominating Qingyang Mountain will not be a dream for us."
Huang Hongwei's eyes gleamed.
Upon hearing this,
That makes sense.
They all echoed this sentiment.
Only Huang Feihong, the captain of Team Eight, remained silent.
Huang Youwei had a big smile on his face.
He was obviously very happy.
Speaking of ambition,
He was even better than his son.
When they first moved to Qingyang Mountain,
He then conceived the idea of annexing several nearby small villages.
One-on-one
Huangjia Village has an absolute advantage.
But surprisingly, these villages chose to unite.
This thwarted the annexation plan.
If we had the weapons from the law enforcement office
Then everything becomes simple.
At that moment, he saw Huang Feihong in the corner, looking silent.
Huang Youwei said unhappily.
"Feihong, do you have a different opinion?"
"Dad, what does he know, he's just a fishmonger?"
Huang Hongwei looked at him with a mocking expression.
Everyone burst into laughter in unison.
Clearly, this isn't the first time Huang Hongwei has made fun of Huang Feihong's profession.
Huang Feihong's fists were clenched tightly under the table.
But he had a simple, honest smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, village chief."
We've received relatively few supplies recently.
There isn't enough food for the elderly and children.
I haven't eaten all day either.
I'm hungry.
I was daydreaming just now.
"Chang Hua, did you embezzle the supplies from Team Eight?"
Huang Youwei's face was sullen.
He looked at Chang Hua.
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