The black-haired boy smiled at them and said, "As long as I pull the trigger lightly, you won't get even one liter of your 9,000 liters of gasoline." People

at Changfeng Base said anxiously,

"Xiao Yi! You..."

"Xiao Yi, don't do anything stupid!"

"Xiao Yi, put the gun down!"

The black-haired boy didn't respond, still holding the gun and looking at the members of Lieyan quietly.

Hu Yang's face was full of astonishment: "Are you crazy? It's great for you, a space-based psychic, to join our Lieyan, do you really dare to shoot?"

Hearing this, the black-haired boy slightly deflected the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger. Bang! With a bang, the bullet rubbed his forehead and flew out, singed off a few strands of hair, and left a burnt blood mark on the side of the boy's white forehead. He sneered at Hu Yang:

"You try it?"

The group of superpowers in the Flame Base were also stunned by this crazy move! How dare you shoot! If the gun was a little more off, the brain would be splashed everywhere!

"You, you give the gun first! Other conditions can be discussed later!" Hu Yang, who was also frightened, could only compromise.

Xu Yuncheng, who was standing next to the boy, walked over and patted him on the shoulder. The black-haired boy lowered the muzzle of the gun, but did not put it away or close the safety. Xu Yuncheng said to the Flame Team:

"Let's drive to the side of Huaian Town, and then Xiaoyi will unload the supplies in the space. Your truck can't drive in, so we Changfeng can lend you a van. After you and Xiaoyi retrieve the gasoline, we will give you 9,000 liters, and then we will go our separate ways."

Changfeng Base took the initiative this time, and the Flame side had nothing to refute. After all, it was for gasoline. If they pushed the other side to a corner and really shot them in the head, it would be a loss.

So after the two sides reached an agreement, they drove to the side of Huaian Town. Deputy Captain Hu Yang mobilized more than 20 good players to squeeze into Changfeng's van. The black-haired boy also pretended to take out the tents, blankets and several bags of expired rice and oats in the space. The pile was placed on the roadside, indicating that this was all the belongings of the Changfeng base. After seeing this, the other members of Changfeng tacitly told the people of the Lieyan base not to covet their "precious materials" and pretended to be vigilant and guarded around the pile of rubbish.

The people of the Lieyan base naturally did not see the clues, and after laughing at the "poverty" of the Changfeng base, half of them were left waiting in the truck, while Hu Yang and the 20 or so good men drove the van with the black-haired boy to Huai'an Town.

A certain alien squeezed into a van, observing the internal situation of the small gasoline depot through the filaments whose coverage area had already included the entire town:

Entering the small courtyard, there is a bungalow on the left. Entering from the gate, turn right and pass through a long corridor to reach the gasoline storage room. The whole layout is a three-room structure like a string of candied haws. There are only a few scattered square plastic gasoline barrels in the first warehouse. There are nearly a hundred first-level and second-level zombies, and a dozen human corpses that were eaten before they could be zombified. Highly decomposed pus flows all over the floor.

It can be seen that many superpowers have paid attention to this gasoline depot and have found ways to move many barrels of gasoline, leaving more lives behind.

After passing the locked door of the first storage room, the gasoline barrels in the second room were almost intact, with hundreds of square barrels neatly placed there. However, there were also dozens of level 1 and 2 zombies and two level 3 zombies, as well as several skeletons lying in front of the door leading to the third gasoline storage room. It should be that a group of psychics in the first room were cornered by the zombies in the first room and could not break out, so they could only run to the third room and try to lock the zombies in the second warehouse. But before they reached the gate, they were caught up by zombies and gnawed into skeletons. The psychic at the outermost part could only lock the iron gate and lock the most powerful group of zombies and their companions inside.

At this time, a person suddenly laughed and interrupted the alien's investigation.

"Changfeng and those old, weak and sick people can still call themselves a base! Haha, I am laughing to death." The thunder psychic with a face full of flesh said loudly.

"Yeah! They are just a bunch of trash! There aren't even a few level 2 esper users."

"I don't think they are all useless," a man with tattoos on his face said, drawing the surprised looks of his companions. He then continued, "That girl who was almost pissed off by us is still useful."

The soldiers around him were quiet for a second, then pushed each other and burst into laughter.

The tattooed man was very satisfied with the commotion he had caused, and then pointed at the handsome face of the black-haired boy and said maliciously, "Not just that one, this one will do too! Isn't it?"

The atmosphere in the carriage became even more lively, and everyone was waiting for the boy's panicked or embarrassed reaction like a good show.

The black-haired boy's expression remained unchanged. He just tapped the pistol in his right hand with his fingers, and chuckled:

"Oh! Really?"

The malicious or excited expressions of the crowd froze on their faces.

"Okay! Stop making trouble! There are still two kilometers to the destination. Let me tell you about the attack plan." Hu Yang didn't want to provoke this madman, so he made a round and changed the subject. A few minutes later, the small van finally swerved through the chaotic streets in the town and arrived outside the gas depot. From the gaps in the iron gate, dozens of zombies could be clearly seen wandering in the yard.

Twenty or so psychics got off the car quickly, not taking them seriously at all. Three people were left to guard the surroundings, and the rest used their psychics to attack the dozens of low-level zombies in the yard. Ten minutes later, most of the zombies in the yard were destroyed, and the group entered the gate of the bungalow with flashlights.

"Turn left and go through the corridor to the oil depot. Those with fire and lightning psychics, be careful, don't blow us all up in there!" Hu Yang ordered.

"The zombies here are so weak, those who want to die can only blow themselves up." One of them joked, and the twenty or so people laughed and walked through the dark corridor. Several people used flashlights to shine on the tightly closed door. Under the dim light beam, they could see two curved metal door handles fixed together by a twisted steel bar.

"It was done by a power user," Hu Yang said, "Be alert, there should be a group of zombies inside."

The group of power users behind him also put away their playful smiles. The three third-level power users, including Hu Yang, stood in the front. Everyone stood in a serious line, waiting for the power user they sent out to twist the steel bar with effort. Finally, the tangled steel bar was straightened by the big man and carefully pulled out.

"3, 2, 1, charge!" Hu Yang was the first to kick the iron gate open, and the 20 or so people behind him showed their special powers and rushed in. The warehouse was bright with light coming in from the windows, so it was not dark. The Flame Squad rushed to the center and was surrounded by nearly a hundred zombies. Hu Yang fired a series of wooden spikes while quickly observing the surroundings.

"There are too many zombies here! Gasoline is in the second warehouse, everyone rush in!"

The men followed the order, barely repelling the zombies that were rushing up, while slowly moving towards the iron door inside. A certain alien was also pushed to the door by them. After the power user opened the door in the same way, dozens of people rushed in, and pushed away the zombies that wanted to squeeze in, and closed the door again.

"This warehouse is full!"

"So much oil!"

The psychic turned his head to look at the oil barrels piled on the shelf, and was overwhelmed by the huge joy. He didn't notice the dozens of zombies in the shadow of the shelf, who were ambushed on the side and led by the third-level zombies.

"Come here, load it!" Hu Yang dragged the black-haired boy to the shelf.

A certain alien stretched out his hand and touched the row of oil barrels, and 10 barrels of 1,000 liters of gasoline were instantly loaded into the system space. Just when the Flame Squad thought their mission was about to be successfully completed, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the shelf and bit the tattooed man's neck!

"No! It's a level three zombie!" Hu Yang yelled.

At the same time, the zombies hiding in the dark all rushed out and rushed towards the psychics!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The tattooed man who was bitten on the neck was no longer breathing at this time, and was torn into pieces by the zombies. This also gave the Flame Squad a chance to catch their breath, and they blasted away the zombies around them and fled. In the chaos, Hu Yang and the black-haired boy were left far behind by the main force because they were fetching gasoline. Seeing the last team member escape from the second storage room, Hu Yang fired wooden spikes in groups and dragged a certain alien to the door! But at this time, the dozens of zombies that failed to chase them turned around and rushed towards the two people! The tattooed man behind them was also eaten up, leaving only a skeleton stained with blood. Two third-level zombies and a group of low-level zombies who had not eaten enough also got up and chased after the two dishes!

As a third-level psychic, Hu Yang shot wooden spikes like a dying struggle, but it did not stop the zombies from surrounding him.

The black-haired boy sighed softly, and the thin wire hidden on the door suddenly exerted force, and the door slammed shut, blocking the view outside the door. At

this moment, more than a dozen zombies were biting at the two of them at the same time. The black-haired boy's left arm suddenly grew into several black wires, which rolled up the approaching zombies and threw them out. The black wires lurking on the floor also took off their disguises and entangled with the zombies standing on them.

At this moment, bang! A gunshot rang out!

The unsuspecting alien fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out from the bullet hole in its chest...