C1 (2/2)

That's right! I was blessed by the heavens to have such a comfortable job, ancestors of virtue, succeeding generations of gospel.

Noon! Everyone in the operation team, gather! Seventh Uncle first informed us to go to the Accounting Office to collect subsidies. This is already a common practice. In addition to the salary, every task outside the Accounting Office must receive subsidies in advance.

The reason is simple. We are doing high-risk work, which basically means we are spending money on housing. But this time, the subsidy cost is a bit beyond imagination.

Fatty Lei and I walked into the accounting room. The accountant gave each of us a passbook. I opened it. Whoa! Four hundred thousand. I know the Bureau isn't short of money, but the subsidy this time is outrageous.

Fatty Lei shook his chubby head, put away his passbook, and put his hand on my shoulder. ”Bro, the Bureau's path is very deep. It seems like this is a narrow escape.”

I stared at him blankly. 'What kind of joke is this? Just grab a zombie and bring it back with all sorts of bundles. Why is it so heavy?'

Looking at Fat Lei's expression, I think I was overthinking it. He said, ”Do you know what a zombie is?”

In my memory, it was when I was a child watching Hong Kong movies. At that time, the zombies were all wearing Qing Dynasty's official uniform, which bounced up and down.

Fatty Lei looked at the passbook in my hand and muttered, ”It's not good this time! The number of zombies in the Ming Dynasty is at least five hundred years. ”

When we returned to the office, Seventh Uncle was in the middle of distributing the firearms. He had a simple handgun that was even worse than the police's equipment. I held the gun in my hand and asked in astonishment, ”Seventh Uncle, we …” Just use this thing to catch zombies? ”Isn't this a bit too child's play?”

Seventh Uncle was focused on checking the firearms. After he was done, he put the gun into his pocket and patted my shoulder, ”Carrying a gun is not to deal with zombies, but to be vigilant against outlaws. You and Fat Lei can watch from behind this operation.”

Hey! These words made me feel a little ashamed. At my prime age, I was supposed to be in a position of authority, but here I was, acting the role of a passerby. I couldn't accept this.

I turned my head to look at Fatty Lei, who was smiling chubby as he looked me in the eye. Since he didn't participate in the operation, it wasn't hard to understand.

After lunch, we flew to the northeast on a special plane. To be fair, the CID's hardware was perfect, and its operations were swift and swift. We had just completed our mission in the morning, and in less than five hours, we were already at the Heilongjiang River in the northeast.

At the entrance of the village, I looked around but didn't see anyone from the intelligence department. I turned and asked Fatty Lei, ”Hey! Isn't it supposed to be a joint operation with the intelligence department? ”

Fat Lei revealed a puzzled smile and lit up two cigarettes. He handed one to me. Of course it's to gather intelligence. As for the matter of fighting, they're not very efficient, so why would they look at us? ”

At the entrance of the village stood an armed police officer with real guns every ten meters, his equipment was countless times stronger than ours. He turned around and looked at the group of people from the operation team, and under Seventh Uncle's command, they all walked towards the village with big strides.

According to the intelligence report from the intelligence department, the villagers and survivors had already been evacuated. Now, they were reduced to a dead village. There was smoke everywhere, and the air was reeking of mildew.

We walked in the village for ten minutes. Not to mention zombies, we didn't even see a wild dog. Seventh Uncle stood still and frowned. He turned around and pointed at Fat Lei. ”You go, lure the zombies out.”

If he were talking to me, I would definitely be trembling in fear. However, Fatty Lei didn't seem to care. With a helpless look on his face, he shook his head and walked towards the depths of the village.

After waiting for about half an hour, I started to worry about Fatty Lei's safety. I walked to Seventh Uncle's side and whispered, ”Seventh Uncle, Fatty Lei's luck is bad. He went there for so long. There shouldn't be any danger!” Should we use any reinforcements? ”

Seventh Uncle threw away the cigarette in his hand and stamped on it. ”There's no need. Usually, the ones who are unlucky are the people around him. He's far from death!”