Upon hearing this, the Governor of New York widened his eyes and stared at Smith with an expression of disbelief. "You want me to hand over the people of New York to be eaten by zombies?! In that case, how is it any different from letting that Spider God take over New York?"
"Forehead..."
The New York governor clearly misunderstood Smith's meaning, and Smith immediately explained: "Meat doesn't just refer to human flesh. It can also be pork, beef, lamb... It doesn't matter. They accept any kind of meat, even rotten and expired meat."
After that, Smith added, "Compared to fresh meat, rotten meat is more appealing to ghouls. We in Boston have established a long-term partnership with ghouls using rotten meat."
"Just...that's it?" the Governor of New York asked hesitantly.
New York is a big state, and dozens of tons of meat rot every day. If it were just this, there would be no problem at all.
"Yes, that's it."
Smith nodded as a matter of course. "There aren't many ghouls right now, so the demand isn't great either. It might be difficult in the future."
"That's great! I'll do it now!" After saying that, the Governor of New York hurried away and began to deal with the incident.
During the time the two of them were chatting, the clouds had dissipated, the ice and snow had completely disappeared, but the zombies were still wandering the streets.
The residents who had fallen into deep sleep were gradually waking up, but the lives lost in the past few hours could not be brought back.
Smith stood on the rooftop, looking at the calm New York, exhaled deeply, and stared into the distance.
What exactly does the Gloomy and Chilly God want to do? Did he defeat the Spider God for some unknown purpose?
The number of zombies is increasing, and something feels wrong.
After pondering for a moment, Smith sighed and murmured, "Forget it, let's go back to Boston. That's my turf. Even if anything happens, I'll be able to find out immediately. Nothing goes right here."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Leon and others who had returned from the airport.
In a dark corner, a cold look flashed in the eyes of wizard Rhodes.
He couldn't believe that his plan had failed, but the fact was the fact and it was inevitable.
But Rhodes could still endure it. He could endure the destruction of his country and the ruin of his family. What was the point of a mere plan?
Rhodes believed that he would always be able to wait for the right opportunity to restore the empire!
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