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They are all mature reincarnations, of course they must learn to answer quickly.
Unlike those aborigines who are timid and fearful when faced with huge commissions, reincarnated people are never afraid.
After all, only in this way can they survive.
So no matter how outrageous the businessman's request was, Chen Feng, as the team leader, would agree.
This is a necessary step for the copy to move to the next stage.
Chen Feng exchanged glances with the other three companions, then turned to look at Businessman Joe.
"But with all due respect, Joe, you have to solve one problem first, that is, all countries around the peninsula are responsible for checking all transit ships and planes, how do we get in and out?"
Joe leaned forward.
"Don't worry about that, we've got it all figured out and the Coast Guard will let us through. Just pay them and the boat can go there."
Joe stretched out his left hand and rubbed his fingers together, as if counting bills.
"Actually, the last time we sent people there, they had already loaded the car with money, $2000 million, but unfortunately, we lost it halfway."
After speaking, Qiao asked his subordinates to fetch a crude map, spread the map on the coffee table beside the sofa, and pointed out a certain location on it to Chen Feng and others.
"Now what we want is in Omu Bridge, right here."
Chen Feng just glanced at it, and firmly imprinted every detail on this city map of Incheon in his mind.
"Listen, it's not difficult." Joe said lightly.
"You guys." He quickly passed one finger in the direction of Chen Feng and the others, "Enter in the dark, drive out of the truck, and come back with money."
"Don't worry about zombies, they are almost blind at night."
Andrew raised his head and grinned, interrupted: "So, how much will you pay us?"
"Interesting question." The white boss lowered his head and smiled, pursed his lips, and raised his head seriously: "Half!"
"$250 million each if you make it back alive!"
Although he knew that the money could not be brought back into the reincarnation space, when he heard the amount, Andrew subconsciously flashed a hint of joy at seeing the money.
"Listen, you are refugees now, so you have to plan for your future."
Qiao leaned back again, smiled wantonly, and stretched out his hand to signal his subordinates to take out four identical contracts from the box, spread them out and pat them on the coffee table.
"You don't have to rush to agree, you can discuss it again, and I'll wait for your reply."
As soon as the words fell, Andrew, Leoric, and the masked girl cast their gazes on Chen Feng almost at the same time.
There was a slight smile in Chen Feng's deep eyes.
Trader Joe's request sounds simple. It's only a matter of time to find a truck full of US dollars, and it's not scary to switch to other places.
But there is a peninsula full of zombies!
If it were an ordinary person who went to that kind of place, it would be more appropriate to say that there is a 90.00% chance of death if there is no guarantee.
The point is that Chen Feng, who is very familiar with the original plot, knew it.
Even if it is true that according to what the ghost businessman said, he successfully drives the truck with a huge amount of dollars out of the peninsula, and arrives at the agreed dock location to load the money on board.
Waiting for Chen Feng and the others will be a dead end!
These businessmen are not fools. Since you have already shipped the money, why do they keep their promise to share half of your money?
Wouldn't it be more convenient to just kill you as if none of this happened?
So the idea should not be too naive, if it is not necessary to complete the task as a reincarnation, there is really no need to take this road.
Chen Feng couldn't understand the naive idea of the protagonist and his brother-in-law in the original book wanting to make a fortune in this way.
"Don't discuss it, I said it, we'll take over the job!" Chen Feng's tone was undeniable, "Let's arrange the ship and weapons immediately."
"We must have enough guns and ammunition, otherwise we can't afford this life-threatening business!"
"Okay, what a joy!" The white man laughed heartily: "Don't worry, you can bring as many guns and bullets as you want, I have a way!"
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Two days later.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the sea near the peninsula is strangely calm.
A ship quietly sailed into the waters of Incheon Port, setting off layers of white waves on the originally calm ocean.
Domestic garbage can be seen floating everywhere on the sea surface. Basically, they have been decomposing for a long time, and a pungent stench can be smelled from a distance.
Looking in the direction of the pier, it is even more ruins and desolation, completely lifeless.
In the sailor's lounge below the deck of the ship, Chen Feng, Andrew, Leoric, and the masked girl are making final preparations before the battle.
On a long yellow-brown table, there are densely packed various weapons, including submachine guns, rifles, pistols, silencers, magazines, night vision goggles...
After Chen Feng loaded the arc-shaped magazine of an M16 assault rifle, the butt of the gun rested on his shoulder, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the position parallel to the front of the eyes, and he made an aiming motion, and then put the gun down.
The other three people on the side were no strangers to firearms. They disassembled, assembled, and checked ammunition to ensure that they would be foolproof when facing zombies.
"Hey, let me say." After Andrew installed the silencer on the pistol, he held back his words for two days, and finally couldn't help but accosted the masked girl, "We can't keep calling you Hey, can we?"
Chen Feng and Leoric looked at each other and couldn't help snickering.
Perhaps because she also felt that such a title was indeed inappropriate, the masked girl was silent for a while, and finally opened her red lips, but she only uttered three words.
"The other shore flower."
Everyone was taken aback when they heard the sound.
The other side flower?
That's her name?
"Tread, step, step."
At this time, only clear footsteps were heard approaching.
The squint-eyed man in flowered shirt who led the team came down from the deck by stepping on the iron hanging ladder, whistling.
"They're all here."