Wenquan Xin and Bi Dahu sang in harmony, as if they were singing a double act, but there is no denying that what they said was still very constructive.
It is exactly the same as Lao Zhao’s previous inference and analysis.
"What else?" Lao Zhao was not in a hurry to comment and continued to guide. He found that although Wenquan Xin had spoken contemptuously just now, the young man had thought about it with his brain.
"What else?" Scratching his forehead, Wenquan Xin continued: "There are other things these people might do."
"What's possible? Haha, tell me?" Lao Zhao and Lao Lin looked at each other, then waved their hands for Wenquan Xin to continue talking.
Seeing the expectations of Lao Zhao, Lao Lin and the brothers below, Wenquan Xin also became energetic, straightened his body and said: "This is not a hypothesis, so I will make a hypothesis for you too. Suppose what the bald head said is true, Suppose they are really Fulfilling the mentioned obligations has indeed provided us with necessary help. But will we really be safe if we do this?"
Looking over the brothers on the field, Wenquan Xin made enough plays.
He waved his hand and said: "Impossible!! If you ask me to say, whether they are skinheads or the Doomsday Salvation and Revival Society, they are all the same. Don't think that the skinheads and the Doomsday Salvation and Revival Society are really doing it for us. They are looking for us to cooperate now. There is no other way. They also said that this used to be the territory controlled by the prison and the area of the Doomsday Salvation and Revival Association. Now they want to come over, but you can do whatever you want in this abandoned city? "
"Let's not talk about the zombie problem and the distance problem for now. The Doomsday Salvation and Revival Association prison forces have been struggling here for so long. Is it really possible to break the foundation of this organization?"
"Yes, that's right, we did take the blame for that prison, but the prison is gone, and the Doomsday Salvation and Revival Society is still there! The prison is gone, but the psychological shadow that the prison caused in the past on those teams who were under rule and destruction is still there."
"These bald heads are very smart. They know that it is useless to find groups that are persecuted by the rule. Most of them have been beaten by the prison authorities and have no resistance. Moreover, the liquidation order in their hands cannot convince them. Those dominated and oppressed groups believe what they say."
"But we are different. We are people who are really hard-working with the prison authorities. If the bald people know that they come and say these things, we will believe them! Of course, more importantly, we are the only ones who confront the prison authorities. This is very important. , precisely because we have established a prison base, we have no retreat when facing the Doomsday Salvation Revival Society. They took a fancy to this and came to discuss cooperation with us."
"But this kind of cooperation is temporary. I believe that when the skinheads have a firm foothold in this area, they will definitely not only want half of our supplies. When they talk in this area, they will probably be worse than the prison." Those bastards won’t want less, maybe even more outrageous!!”
After the words fell, Wenquan Xin felt his throat dry.
Lao Zhao promptly poured a cup of tea for the young man, nodded, and replied with appreciation: "That's very well said."
That's all. Old Zhao shifted his gaze. Does anyone have anything else to say?
"I think there's nothing more to say. What Xiao Wen said is comprehensive enough. From this point of view, we have no reason to accept their proposal. Besides, we were able to clear the prison before, but I don't believe in this bald man. No matter how capable the party is, if they can compete with the Doomsday National Salvation and Revival Society, we can certainly do it too." Yue Guishan said with great pride.
After hearing this, Lao Zhao nodded without comment: "Who else?"
"I, let me say a few words."
Turning his eyes, Lao Zhao found that the person raising his hand was Hao Yun. This young man was Ye Hao's son when they went out to shoot the man.
With a smile on his face, Lao Zhao was particularly concerned about this young man.
Firstly, it was out of blame. Although this matter had nothing to do with Lao Zhao and it was not Lao Zhao who killed the young man's father, in the final analysis, the bastard under Ye Hao was one of them.
So in terms of joint and several liability, Lao Zhao felt that he was also involved.
Secondly, it is out of the responsibility of a father. Lao Zhao is also a father. As a parent, he can naturally understand the difficulties that young people face after losing their father.
It is already very difficult to live in the end of the world, but suddenly the pillars around you fall down. This situation...
So in private, Lao Zhao would run to Hao Yun whenever he had something to do, and it was precisely because Lao Zhao was caring and caring like a father that made Hao Yun's life less lonely.
To be precise, it was not just Lao Zhao. After Hao Yun and others moved into the village, the original members of the Victors Alliance team in the village showed sufficient care and kindness to these people.
They quickly integrated into this big family.
"Haha, if Xiao Hao has any ideas, just tell him. There is nothing taboo here." In order to dispel Hao Yun's concerns, Old Zhao Wenchun told him.
Hao Yun nodded and then said: "I agree with what Xiao Wen just said. The skinheads' rhetoric is indeed unreliable. But..."
I thought that the young man would repeat Wenquan Xin's point of view, but his "but" twist immediately caught everyone's attention.
"But what?" Wenquan Xin said subconsciously.
Hao Yun glanced at Wenquan Xin, and then continued: "Because of this, I think we should accept the skinhead's suggestion."
"Ah?" With an incomprehensible scolding, Wenquan Xin blew his nose: "Xiao Hao, aren't you? Are you really going to accept the skinhead proposal? Just those bastards, you..."
"I know the words of those bastards cannot be trusted."
"Then why did you..." Wenquan Xin felt that either his brain reaction was too slow to keep up with Hao Yun's rhythm, or Hao Yun's head was kicked by a donkey.
How else could he say such inconsistent bastard things?
At one moment he said that he accepted the skinheads' proposal, and at another he emphasized that the skinheads' words were not credible. He just mentioned a point of view to Wenquan Xin, and Quanquan Xin didn't think there was anything wrong with Hao Yun's brain.
But Hao Yun happened to put the two together, which was a bit unacceptable to Wenquan Xin.
"Because the words of those bastards cannot be trusted, and our words do not have to be fully fulfilled."
"What do you mean?" Faintly sensing the mystery behind Hao Yun's words, Lao Zhao continued to ask.
"That's right, doesn't the skinhead want to take advantage of us? Doesn't he plan to use us as a breakthrough to suppress the Doomsday Salvation and Revival Association? Then let's give him a trick and use him to his advantage!!"
"Use the trick?" Silently reciting the words Hao Yun said in his mouth, Old Zhao slowly raised his head and said uncertainly: "Xiao Hao, tell me specifically what you think, what are you going to do to the bald man?" Is the party just giving in to lust?" m.
