Oliver finds that there are two heavy roadheaders in the base, and their rental fees are astonishing. The security deposit is 2.5 tons of food, and the daily usage fee is 500 kilograms.

  He thinks to himself that if he had so much food, there would be no need to take the risk of hunting. He could live comfortably and eat well for several years.

  However, Oliver then wonders if the heavy roadheaders are for sale. He plans to wait until his genetic level rises a few more levels, and then bring back more than ten tons of rice from the modern world to exchange for them.

  As he thinks about it, he can't help but feel proud. He returns the handheld computer to the staff member and leaves with a smile, as if the heavy roadheader is already in his pocket.

  At this moment, the modification of the minibus is almost complete. All the windows have been sealed, and George is making the final installations to the engine.

  Oliver walks over, takes a look and doesn't find anything special. He can't help but ask worriedly, "How's the modification going?"

  George can tell his worry and says, "Captain, don't worry. I still want to follow you to get more something to eat!"

  After the parts are installed, the engine is quickly put back into the minibus and tested.

  George takes Oliver to get in the car and starts it.

  Listening to the rumbling of the engine, George shows a satisfied smile. "Captain, the engine is fine."

  Hearing the powerful sound, Oliver feels relieved. He pays the rewards generously and gives each person an extra compressed biscuit.

  When they get back to the residence, the meal is already ready, and everyone is waiting for Oliver and George.

  More than a dozen of Tarzan's subordinates have also come, and the suite is so crowded that there's hardly any room to stand.

  Victoria and the others learned from Tarzan that Oliver is going hunting. Although they are worried, they understand that this is for the sake of survival and they have to take the risk.

  The dinner is braised pork rice. After everyone finishes eating, Tarzan takes his subordinates back to rest, preparing to conserve their energy.

  At seven o'clock in the evening, the person who distributes the steamed buns doesn't come. But everyone doesn't care. Who would want those black steamed buns when they can have rice? Poor Glasses Guy has been staying in the room all day without anything to eat or drink.

  Oliver maliciously speculates that such a big man can't possibly manage with just two steamed buns a day.

  At night, when it's time to rest, the place is small. Victoria sleeps on the bed, and the others sleep on the sofa or the floor.

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  After everyone falls asleep, Victoria secretly gets out of bed, pokes Oliver and whispers, "I know you're not asleep. Be careful tomorrow. If there are too many zombies, just give up. Don't take risks."

  Oliver really isn't asleep. It's only a little past nine, and he's not used to resting so early. Feeling Victoria's soft hand, his heart beats faster. He asks, "Are you concerned about me?"

  Victoria's face gets hot, and she says stubbornly, "I'm just afraid you'll lose your life. If you die, everyone will go hungry."

  After saying that, she hurries back to bed.

  Oliver chuckles proudly. Hearing this, Victoria's face gets even hotter, and she can't help but think if she should be in a relationship.

  At five o'clock the next day, Oliver and James set out without waking Victoria and the others.

  Tarzan and the others have been waiting downstairs for a long time. Oliver gives each person two compressed biscuits, and everyone brings their own water.

  James leaves the submachine gun with Liam. After all, once Oliver and James leave, Liam has to be responsible for the safety of the team members.

  The group arrives at the base gate, and there are already many people doing the final checks on their modified vehicles. The siren from yesterday rings on time.

  A few minutes later, more and more people gather and look for their own teams.

  In about ten minutes or so, the hunting team of more than 3,000 people is all assembled.

  The people from the rental office arrive on time. Six military vehicles, escorted by hundreds of soldiers, come to the gate to distribute weapons.

  After Oliver receives the weapons, he gives one to Tarzan and one to James. He asks Tarzan's subordinates to distribute the remaining eight.

  Oliver doesn't like the submachine gun very much. Compared with it, he prefers the Blast Star. The huge rumbling sound and the powerful impact can turn a zombie's head into a pulp with one shot, making people feel excited.

  This hunting is different from the previous ones. After everyone receives the weapons, they are all quietly waiting for something.

  Tarzan asks in confusion, "It's strange today. In the past, everyone would have rushed away in a hurry already."

  He notices the machine guns on the vehicles. After taking a closer look, he opens his eyes wide and stutters, "Fuck, what... what's going on? There are at least a thousand machine guns."

  At this moment, every vehicle is armed to the teeth.

  James frowns. As a special forces soldier, he has a calm mindset. He just takes a quick glance and mutters, "This isn't an ordinary hunting, is it?"

  His body trembles slightly. This isn't out of fear, but excitement for the upcoming operation. For a soldier, this kind of operation is full of challenges.

  A few minutes later, a middle-aged man, escorted by more than a dozen subordinates, climbs onto the most eye-catching heavy roadheader. The yellow-haired young man stands beside him. Obviously, the middle-aged man is the leader of the yellow-haired young man.

  James reminds Oliver, "Captain, this guy is not simple."

  He remembers the young man. His leader was able to persuade so many people to act together in just one day. His strength and courage are terrifying.

  Oliver feels the same way. If this operation is successful, this person's prestige in the base will definitely increase greatly. All these people participating in the operation are elites. If he succeeds a few more times, it's not impossible for him to gather these people under his command. Oliver can't help but feel afraid of the middle-aged man's methods.

  Oliver thought the middle-aged man would say some inspiring words, but unexpectedly, he just stands on the heavy roadheader and looks around. His gaze lingers briefly on Oliver's minibus.

  Then he says in a loud voice, "I've discussed with the base's senior management. For this hunting distribution, they will only take 20%.I hope you can achieve success. Now... Let's go!"

  As his voice falls, the engine of the heavy roadheader roars. More than a hundred vehicles, led by it, drive out of the base, followed by twenty heavy trucks.