Chapter 88 I need a lot of bullets.

Zhao Yunduo really didn't have time to pay attention to him. In front of him were scattered zombies in the playground, and in his mind he could still hear Shen Linglan's voice, her best friend telling her that the soil purification mission had been completed.

As for the wound on Liang Tuantuan's thigh, it had been festering since the people from the B City base violently opened the stitches. Now it was bleeding and festering, and he was lying on the ground in so much pain that he couldn't get up.

Zhao Yunduo threw the travel bag in her hand to Zhou Micheng, "Sister Chengzi, please help Tuantuan clean and suture the wound. Kong Liang, Wu An, and Yuanyuan, go and clean up the zombies around."

This was the first time she gave them orders as a team leader. Liang Yuanyuan saluted Zhao Yunduo playfully and said, "Okay!"

"Yes! Boss!"

"good."

The three of them immediately went to clean up the zombies with guns. Zhao Yunduo found a classroom and the surroundings became quiet. She could finally focus all her attention on Shen Linglan at the other end of her consciousness.

"Lan Baoer, say it again, mission accomplished!?"

"Yes!" Shen Linglan now has a whole box of injections in her hand, and the empty space is the one that Zhao Yunduo just gave to Connie.

Zhang Shengnan from the B University laboratory was even more capable than they had imagined. In the second experiment, she only needed three times of polluted air, and soon developed a purifier that would not be repeatedly polluted by the air.

Zhao Yunduo had previously thought that after he left Y City, this mission would be postponed for at least ten days or half a month, but unexpectedly, it was not delayed at all.

"Mission completed! The system said I could get 200 points!"

Shen Linglan's voice was even more excited than before. With these points, she could exchange bombs and planes in the system mall. If necessary, she could even exchange two planes!

Although the system has not settled the task yet, you can still choose in advance in the system mall. As Shen Linglan said this, she opened the system mall and found that she could choose the type of aircraft in the mall.

Before Zhao Yunduo died, the two had never even been on a plane, so how could they understand the types of planes? Shen Linglan searched on the Internet while discussing with Zhao Yunduo.

"A civil aircraft? It's big and heavy. I'll have to wait until the base is built and then consider changing it when I go traveling."

"A helicopter? There's too little passenger capacity. There's not enough room for everyone."

Shen Linglan drew it down for a long time and said, "This is good!"

She stared at the words in the system mall and introduced it to Zhao Yunduo, "It's a medium-sized military fighter aircraft that can carry up to 28 people or 5,000 kilograms of cargo. Its flying speed is also among the best among fighter aircraft."

"Okay! That's it!"

After the two of them decided on the items to be exchanged, they both had the same happy smile on their faces.

With this plane, Zhao Yunduo naturally has more freedom of movement. It is up to her to choose whether to stay here or find a safer and more solid new base.

The remaining 100 points can be kept and redeemed when needed.

After Zhao Yunduo finished his work, he was about to walk out of the classroom to kill zombies with Wu An and the others, but he didn't expect that the zombies on the playground had already been dealt with completely.

Wu An walked towards Zhao Yunduo holding a gun. He asked hesitantly, "It's not a good idea to keep using guns. The bullets will run out sooner or later. It would be best if everyone has a cold weapon. Do you have anything useful?"

Zhao Yunduo said: "Yes, dagger, fruit knife, mace, long sword, bow and arrow..."

She listed almost all the weapons in the space. Wu An thought for a while and said, "The long sword is okay, but the bow is too slow. The rest are all close combat weapons, which are not very convenient for fighting zombies."

Shen Linglan on the other side also heard it, so she asked Zhao Yunduo to ask him, "What weapons do you need?"

Wu An said: "Lances, halberds, spears and the like are all fine. A distance of more than one meter is a safe distance for humans."

Zhao Yunduo and Shen Linglan both thought it made sense, and Wu An was indeed the most stable one among them, and his opinions and ideas were worth referring to.

Fortunately, Shen Linglan has Mr. Zhang who can make all kinds of cold weapons, so it is not a problem. As soon as Wu An finished speaking, Shen Linglan called Mr. Zhang.

"Mr. Zhang, I need cold weapons such as halberds, lances, and spears. I need twenty of each."

After Shen Linglan explained her needs, she asked Mr. Zhang for the phone number of the scarred man who sold bullets that day. Mr. Zhang readily wrote down her request, but was a little hesitant when giving the scarred man his number.

"What's wrong?" Shen Linglan asked.

Zhang paused but said nothing. "No big deal. Just give him a call and ask him if he's still selling it."

After Shen Linglan hung up the phone, she kept thinking, was it because she gave too little money last time, or was it because she didn't handle it properly? So the scarred man refused to sell bullets anymore? After thinking of three or four possibilities, Shen Linglan didn't expect that it was Song Zhangcheng who answered the phone.

"Hello?"

Hearing the familiar deep male voice, Shen Linglan took the phone in front of her and confirmed the number. It was indeed the scarred man's number, and she didn't call Song Zhangcheng.

"Hello? Why are you here?"

"Shen Linglan?" Song Zhangcheng was silent for a while, and then someone's muffled groan came from the other side. Then Song Zhangcheng said, "What do you want?"

"That scar..." She paused, and then felt that she shouldn't ask about something she shouldn't ask, "You can too, I need a lot of bullets."

"Yes." Song Zhangcheng said, "I have it. But why didn't you buy it from me last time?"

Shen Linglan said, "I called you a few times last time but you didn't answer."

To be honest, Shen Linglan thought he was done with this business. After all, the money she gave him last time was enough, enough for an ordinary person to spend for most of his lifetime.

"I didn't get to it last time because of something."

Song Zhangcheng went to join the gang shopping last time, so he couldn't bring his cell phone with him, so it was normal for him to miss the call. But when he came back and found out that he had lost Shen Linglan's order, he was furious and took a taxi to settle the score with the scarred man without even having time to sit down.

Just after he beat up the man, the scarred man's phone rang. Song Zhangcheng picked it up and it turned out to be Shen Linglan.

Song Zhangcheng briefly explained, then paused, "I'll send you another number later, you'll definitely be able to contact me."

"good."

Song Zhangcheng gave Shen Linglan an address and asked her to call someone to get the bullets, then hung up the phone. He threw his phone onto the concrete floor, and the fragile screen cracked into countless holes in an instant.

"Next time I find out you're doing her business, you'll be out of business."

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't dare to do it again, Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, it was also Mr. Zhang who introduced him to me last time. I didn't know he was your guest."

The scarred man kept kowtowing to Song Zhangcheng. The scar on his face became even more red and swollen after being beaten by Song Zhangcheng, but he could only lower his head and obey, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

"That's more like it."

After hearing the answer that satisfied him, Song Zhangcheng simply took back the mace in his hand, put it on his shoulder again, and walked away with a swagger.