Zhao Hui listened to the undercover introduction and thoughtful, "Eat all meat? It seems that the storm virus is very infected."

I am a Stormman, and I know very well that the degree of desire for meat can be said to be a "reliable" basis for evaluating the condition in a sense.

"Yes!" The undercover nodded in agreement with Zhao Hui's point of view, and continued to talk.

The Orange Sect is to build some more primitive weapons in daily life, and the place may be smuggled to some underground black markets. Of course, some of them are used for their own use. The transportation of concentrates every two months requires weapons to be guarded.

The commander Zhang Mingwei has long been in contact with mysterious figures from the Red Sect and the Second Autonomous Region, and has obtained some peripheral products. Whoever controls resources in this desert can control everything.

"Then, your leader..."

According to the undercover speech, Zong Zewei is an exception. I don’t know when the year begins to appear in the Storm tribe. At first, it is just because of the severe bloodthirst, but then the body becomes rapidly ossified. Stone-like skin grows, and not many people can finally get it out. Ninety-nine percent of people cannot stand the torture and choose to die.

Among the people who have experienced the entire mutation process, only Zong Zewei remains wise enough, and everyone else becomes a giant who cannot speak. Zong Zewei's immortality has achieved the infinite power he is now, but it also makes him lose his original human form.

After a long period of experiments, a formula that can suppress mutation was found, but it is still undestroyable. Those tribes who do not want to die but cannot bear the pain slowly gathered under his command to obey him. A few decades later, a special area was formed in the Orange Sect, which was the East Nine District.

The men in this area are tall, powerful and powerful, and have an immortal body, so the commander Zhang Mingwei generally does not mess with him.

As most of the Storm tribe's condition worsens, their IQ will deteriorate severely until they become fools. Zong Zewei is more willing to win over people with higher IQ among the tribe, such as the guide Zhao Hui already knew, and the undercover agent in front of him.

Zhang Mingwei was afraid of being a harsh weapon and would not touch Zong Zewei unless he had no choice. And Zong Zewei was the same. He would not take the initiative to challenge Zhang Mingwei until his strength was not strong enough.

"Are those people creating antidotes during the day?"

The undercover nodded and said, "Yes! Everyone in East Nine District needs the antidote, and ninety-nine percent need it."

Zhao Hui felt that things were getting clearer and clearer, "Zhang Mingwei made weapons in the basement, and leader Zong’s basement made antidotes. Haha! This is really a perfect match."

"Tell you a secret..."

Zhao Hui listened attentively. He had nothing to picky about now. He wanted to know what others were willing to say.

The undercover also heard that Zong Zewei's antidote formula, Zhang Mingwei's potency formula, and weapon manufacturing technology were obtained from the Red School at the earliest times.

Zhao Hui was very surprised. It seemed that the Red Sect was the most unprovoked in this fifth district. However, it made sense to think about it. Even if the Red Sect is very powerful, he was afraid that Zhang Mingwei would control the Orange Sect alone. If one day he rebelled and cut off the trade channel, it would be a huge thing. In order to balance the internal affairs of the Red Sect, some forces of the Red Sect secretly supported Zong Zewei.

As long as trade is smooth, how to manage the Orange Sect is a matter between Zhang Mingwei and Zong Zewei, and the Red Sect watches the fire across the river. This is Zhao Hui’s guess. What kind of relationship is it? It is unknown.

Zhao Hui wanted to ask the most mysterious thing, see if the undercover knew something, "Then do you know what Wang Zhitan coins are?"

The undercover shook his head hard and said nervously: "I don't know!"

Zhao Hui felt that he was deliberately avoiding it, not really not knowing it, “Really?”

The undercover waved his hand and stopped answering this question, but he needed to find a reasonable explanation, otherwise the words would not be enough to convince Zhao Hui. "All those who know it have told you. I don't know why the King's Tantalum Coin is so important. Maybe it's a kind of power conquest!"

Of course, Zhao Hui was not convinced by him, and he said to himself: "It won't be that simple!"

The undercover answered the same way, "I don't know! It's not clear if these tantalum coins can open some treasure."

It disappeared quickly in the conversation between the two of them in a few hours. By the way, the outside was already bright. At this time, the door of the basement opened again and the workers came in one after another.

Sure enough, there were a lot of fierce quarrels coming from outside.

After a burst of dense footsteps, someone loudly directed: "Search for me!"

The sound is Zhang Mingwei, which is very familiar to Zhao Hui and the undercover agent.

Next was Zong Zewei's voice. He roared at the casually flipped masked men and said, "Stop, this is where I live."

Zong Zewei did not let Zhang Mingwei's people be too presumptuous. The commander was very angry and doubled his voice and shouted loudly: "Of course I know that this is not only where you live, but also where you hide fugitives."

Zong Zewei changed his usual tough style and showed weakness to Zhang Mingwei: "Master, what's the use of me hiding that kid?"

Zhang Mingwei looked around, "I only know that he has entered your territory and has not gone out."

Zong Zewei did not deny everything the other party saw, "You are right. It is true that someone has entered my territory, but I believe everyone under your command knows whether you have gone out or not."

"How could they know?" Zhang Mingwei said angrily.

Zong Zewei explained to the commander Zhang Mingwei as if telling a story: "Two people drove into my tent area. They wanted to shoot them, but when they thought that there were only commanders in this area, they would be the commander you, hurry up and order them not to shoot."

The result Zhang Mingwei wanted was very simple: "Where is that person?"

Zong Zewei continued: "The car stopped and the two masked people walked out are really the ones who commanded you."

In fact, the undercover and Zhao Hui did not wear masks when they appeared, but Zong Zewei only said this would be more like that.

Zhang Mingwei said angrily: "They are not my people."

Zong Zewei was very aggrieved when he heard this, "But I don't know! Look at the equipment, mask, and clothes, and the vehicle is yours."

"Then what?"

"We had a brief conversation and asked them what they were doing, but they refused to answer."

Zhang Mingwei pressed step by step, "What?"

Zong Zewei responded calmly, "Then he went into the tent while we were not paying attention. After searching for a while, he finally found it in a family."

"Where is that person?" Zhang Mingwei still just wanted to hear the final result.

Zong Zewei sighed deeply and explained: "They were too cunning and finally escaped. I ordered the shot, but I still failed to hit those two guys."

Zhang Mingwei thought about it and pointed out how the other party answered, "There is a person named Zhao Hui, I guess you know him?"

Zong Zewei nodded constantly, and he couldn't deny this matter. "Of course I met. I stayed here for a while last time. He promised to help me and sent a few people to him. As a result, the boy turned against him and actually fled south with my people."
Chapter completed!