The evil woman's words were extremely vulgar and immediately caused laughter among the women's group.

The thin and small woman's face turned red. She frowned, bit her lip, and then argued unwillingly: "Every time I get the quota, I go to your room, and this time the same?"

"My place is small and I can't pile up too much."

He Qun curled his lips and spat at the teeth, spitting out impatiently: "This time I took you to the warehouse. The person above said that the front line had a big victory. To celebrate, the meat quota will be doubled this month. Let's go, let's hurry up, don't stand here to block the way, just get things done quickly, I don't have time to waste with you."

The thin woman opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she was unable to make a sound in the end.

He Qun pushed away the women blocking in front of him, and with arrogant arrogance and contempt, he raised his foot down the stairs.

No one was walking down except her.

There were also several women who showed hesitation on their faces, and they couldn't help but feel the urge to keep up, but they still couldn't take a step.

They all know exactly what role He Qun is.

A miser who can even remove two taels of meat from mosquito legs, has done a lot of things like corpse bones and oil. She is lazy, greedy, dirty and poisonous. She suddenly came over to notify everyone to receive the quota... This change is so big that it is simply unbelievable.

That's right, He Qun's words are reasonable———The army won the battle, so more meat quotas are issued, just like some daily necessities will be added during the New Year holiday, and the reasons are very good.

But God knows where she will take us?

In the military-controlled area, although it is not enough to eat in this building, it is at least safe.

Once you leave... anything can happen.

Those women who had disappeared for no reason in the past just left their family area.

The crowd upstairs was instantly cold, and countless cold eyes gathered on He Qun from different angles.

He Qun had already walked downstairs. She could instinctively feel something was wrong with the atmosphere, so she turned around and found that no one followed her. Her face suddenly sank and fierce and vicious sparks appeared in her eyes.

"You guys are so bad guys, just forget it if you don't want it. I put all the things back alone. I come here and ask you to get the quota, and they are lazy ones who are lazy ones. What do you think you are? A rich wife of the officer? Or a well-known top-notch person? I'll stop daydreaming. To put it bluntly, it's a group of widows who have died and no one wants. I'll leave now, and I'll leave a little bit of food and leave you, the ugly dog-dick woman, starve to death next month. "

This was disgusting, and even Xinyan couldn't help but feel the urge to rush over and tear He Qun's stinky mouth and pull out his tongue.

The women upstairs looked at He Qun coldly without saying a word.

They hated this evil woman so much, but they had an instinctive fear of He Qun, so that everyone was gritting their teeth secretly, but no one dared to stand up and point at He Qun's fat face to scold him.

The thin woman broke the silence first.

"We won't go out. If you have a surname, you will either send the goods here or we will go to your room to get the quota as before."

He Qun raised his head, his fierce face was covered with flesh. She put her waist on her hips and spitted all over the sky: "Dare you ask me to send me here? Jiang Wanqi, are you crazy, you little bitch? There are hundreds of people living in this building, each with a quota, that is more than a dozen boxes. Do you want to move so many things? My room is not a warehouse, and I don't have the habit of serving people. Do you want to love? Do you want to love?

The woman named Jiang Wanqi's face turned red and white. She bit her lower lip hard, because of anger, her chest fluctuated sharply, and her tight cheeks almost dripped.

Xinyan walked into the crowd, came to her, reached out and patted Jiang Wanqi on the shoulder, and said softly: "There is no need to be afraid of her. The woman named He is a lunatic. Her behavior today is very weird, and it means that there must be a problem."

As he said that, Xinyan turned around and raised the volume so that every woman present could hear her talking.

"Everyone goes back to their respective rooms. Wanqi is right—either send the things over, or go to the old place to get quota as before. We just stay here and don't go anywhere. We're so angry that someone might be able to change to a new administrator."

Last time Su Hao was tearing Li Yi in the family building, many women saw this scene through the cracks in the door, and the matter quickly spread... The beauty, coupled with the fierce, tough and brave husband of the officer, made many women in this building have a good impression of Xinyan. In their subconscious, there was a vague concept of treating her as the leader.

Jiang Wanqi nodded gratefully, and the rest of the women whispered, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the sound of opening and closing the door was constantly coming up and downstairs.

He Qun stood under the stairs, gritting his teeth tightly, his face turning pale.

She never dreamed that things would turn out like this.

This, this is completely unexpected.

Thinking of this, a hint of panic flew across He Qun's eyes. She rolled up her sleeves high, and crossed her waist like a shrew who specialized in a novel of Romance, and howled upstairs with her throat.

"Li Xinyan, shut up the fuck"

"My mom asked again, do you guys do you want this month's meat quota? If you want to get it with me now, otherwise I will throw everything outside to feed the dog———"

"Go ahead, damn it, are you fucking deaf?"

Xinyan poked his head out from the upper floor, stared at He Qun who was screaming like a madman, and smiled calmly and gently, and said softly as usual: "You are just a dog, an old and ugly bitch who can't speak human language."

"You're so fucking good to say it again-----"

Just as He Qun was extremely furious, as if he was madman, and wanted to rush upstairs to fight Xinyan desperately, a light cough suddenly came from behind him, followed by an extremely majestic and thick male voice.

"What's going on? What's the mess? What are you arguing about?"

It was a lieutenant colonel officer with a sinister expression.

He was wearing a uniform, without a gun, and with his hands on his back, slowly walked into the family building with a cold and serious aura, and slowly walked to Hequn with a stern face and stopped.

"Secretary Wang, you are here."

Seeing this man, He Qun's fat face, which was blushed and red, relaxed instantly. Her performance at this moment was like a lonely and helpless little girl who was abandoned in the wild after being violently beaten by more than a dozen men: "I told them to get the meat quota for this month, and they...they, they actually scolded me."

The women upstairs gathered again and silently followed the people downstairs.

The officer named Section Chief Wang looked up at the upstairs, then lowered his head to look at He Qun, still holding his hands behind his back, with a plain expression, and asked lukewarmly: "Well, what are they scolding you?"

He Qun's mouth twitched, and his eyes suddenly glared: "They called me...yes..."

The loud voice gradually slowed down, and finally the evil woman opened her mouth, and no one could hear clearly what she was talking about.

Section Chief Wang looked at her coldly and snorted coldly: "You don't know how to be a human being, and you deserve it. If I were you, I would go to the convenience store to buy a few pieces of "Chinese" toothpaste, brush your teeth and rinse your mouth."

He raised his head, flipped his waist, the coldness on his face became slightly gentle, and said to the women standing upstairs: "I am Wang Yiyang, the head of the family management section of the Logistics Department of the Group Army. The quota for meat this month has doubled. Because there are a lot of things, I will collect it in the warehouse. The distance is not too far, everyone line up, let's go now."

Xinyan frowned slightly, and she stared at the officer downstairs for a few seconds, turned around and asked Jiang Wanqi standing next to her: "Who is this man? Do you know him?"

Jiang Wanqi nodded: "His name is Wang Yiyang, and he is the deputy section chief of the Family Management Department. I saw it once when I was allocating rooms."

Next to him, several other women nodded and responded: "That's right, it's him."

Wang Yiyang's appearance was the sudden cooling of the original tension. The women gathered upstairs began to smile, and whispers of excitement came from around him.

"Section Chief Wang is here, which means that the matter must be true."

"Yes, that old woman He Qun is a dog in front of him. But she did not lie this time. Cans and grease seemed to be collected in double portions. She couldn't move even if she had a management department. No wonder she didn't have any good feelings."

"Let's go quickly and get the things back early. I saved some flour and made some cabbage. Let's make dumplings together in the evening. I haven't eaten them for a long time, and I feel greedy if I think about it..."

There is nothing more than double ration that makes women half hungry and half full for a long time.

The atmosphere in the family building suddenly became high, and the crowd standing around the stairs quickly became lively, and the women gradually smiled. They began to walk down the stairs, their pace getting faster and faster, and some even hummed songs with cheerful rhythms.

Xinyan kept frowning.

She stood there without moving, as if she was concentrating on thinking about something.

Jiang Wanqi stayed with her until she was about to leave, so she carefully pulled Cai Xinyan's sleeve and urged: "What's wrong with you? They have all gone down, let's keep up quickly."

Xinyan woke up suddenly, and quickly ran into the room, pulled open the closet, took out a light folding assault rifle, put a few magazines in her pocket, and took out a small short-distance communicator from the cabinet... She put everything in, grabbed a wide long windbreaker and put it on, turned around and walked out of the door.

This is a autumn and winter clothes, a bit thick and large, which can block the gun Xinyan is carrying inside, and no one can tell.

Jiang Wanqi looked at her curiously: "It's so hot outside, do you actually wear so much?"

Xinyan closed her slightly messy long hair and smiled and said, "I may have a cold and I feel chill all over. It's okay to wear more clothes.

Su Hao stood in a room on the Hl floor of the field hospital, with a multi-functional computer control terminal in front of him.

On the metal nameplate outside the room, the words "Seventh Biological Culture Room" are engraved.

Huanghe leaned on the chair next to him. His upper body was naked and wrapped in thick bandages. His chest, abdomen, shoulders... about five or six positions showed signs of blood leakage to varying degrees. The laceration on his face was simply treated. Although he no longer had blood, his skin and muscles were still turned outward, which made him feel chilling and ferocious.

Su Hao only took about 30% of the normal dose of energy potions for Huang He. These potions can relieve the fatal trauma in his body and save the life of the Yellow River, but cannot repair the damaged body 100%.

When seriously injured and dying, the human mind consciousness will also dissipate. The brain that lacks active thinking is easily guided by external consciousness, and coupled with a large number of black particles that invade the body... Although the current state of the Yellow River does not meet the standard of a real "worker bee", the surge in the black particles in his body is far greater than that of anyone who has received Su Hao's blood before.

From a certain point of view, the current Yellow River is equivalent to the reserve-level "worker bee". He was confused by some of Su Hao's orders, but subconsciously, the concept of obedience has emerged.

Bai Yuncong squatted in the backlit corner of the room, fiddling with a diesel generator found in the underground warehouse. He quickly turned on all the devices, turned around, and raised his right thumb high at Su Hao.

Su Hao pressed the start button of the control terminal hard, and the diesel generator immediately burst out with a roar, sending a large amount of current along the wire, and indicator lights flashed on the control panel, and the long-silent large screen also released dark blue light.

The familiar connection to the military channel and entering a series of special passwords, the figure of Xu Renjie, the commander of the 71st Group Army, soon appeared on the screen.

He stared at Su Hao, frowning, his facial expression was nervous and worried, and he kept asking: "What happened? How is the mission going?"

Su Hao's combat suit was ragged, and the ceramic armor plate embedded in his left chest had been broken. There were two clear bullet holes on the surface, and the surroundings were covered with crisscrossing and tearing wounds. He wiped the dirty blood on his lips and said in a sad and painful tone: "There are mutant creatures everywhere here. They are different from the monsters outside, and they have surprising coordination. They actually know how to cooperate and set traps using the terrain. The assault team suffered heavy losses and many people died."

As he said that, Su Hao made about half a meter of space next to him, so that Xu Renjie could see Bai Yuncong and the Yellow River behind him through the screen.

Xu Renjie's eyes suddenly widened, and a light of regret and anger was released from deep in his pupils.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have ordered you to perform this task. The search teams did not send any messages back. I should have thought of it for a long time that all this could have been avoided..."

He kept shaking his head and talking to himself, his face full of regret.

Su Hao looked at Xu Renjie silently, took out the central computer memory from his backpack, and placed it gently on the console.

"The mission has been completed. We have got what you want."

On the screen, Xu Renjie's hands were tightly tucked together. He stared at the gray memory, sighed, wiped his face hard, and said seriously: "How is your current situation? How long can you last? I'll send reinforcements now."

Su Hao stood quietly, his tone sounded strange: "General, I have a problem."

Xu Renjie slammed his eyebrows and looked at him in confusion. After a long time, he nodded slowly: "Tell me."

Su Hao's tone was extremely cold: "Commander Captain Yang Junhao, where is now?"
To be continued...