"Fuck. This yellow-haired boy won't try to take me down during the hunting tomorrow, will he?" Seeing a vehicle modified from a heavy roadheader, Oliver is startled.

  If his shabby minibus gets hit by that huge drill bit, it will definitely be smashed to pieces in an instant, not to mention the terrifying weapons on that vehicle. However, he quickly dismisses this thought. The other party is so powerful that they wouldn't stoop to bother with him.

  Oliver increasingly feels that there's something odd about tomorrow's hunting.

  He looks around. Almost all the vehicles are equipped with heavy firepower. Hundreds of cars have machine guns mounted on them. The strength of this hunting team is truly unprecedented.

  Could it be that they've reached some kind of agreement to act in unison?

  Oliver quietly approaches a Hummer King and hands cigarettes to the six people who are modifying it. He smiles and starts a conversation, "Your modification is really amazing!"

  The arrogant big guy from before takes the cigarette and takes a puff. "Damn, this is a good cigarette. Boy, just because of this cigarette, I'll give you a heads-up. It's better for you to quit the hunting tomorrow."

  Upon hearing this, Oliver quickly asks, "What's your name, bro?" David looks at him sideways and snorts, "I'm David. You look unfamiliar. When did you arrive?"

  Oliver explains that he just got here yesterday, and his family, including the old and the young, are starving, so he wants to go out to get some food.

  David mutters something. Oliver then asks about tomorrow's operation. David points at the hundreds of modified vehicles and says, "Boy, take a good look. Any one of these vehicles can easily crush your shabby minibus. You don't know yet, but our target tomorrow is the food factory in the urban area. There are dozens of trucks of flour in there."

  Oliver is shocked and frowns, saying, "The urban area? Once there's any commotion there, millions of zombies can pour out within half an hour. Is the intelligence reliable?"

  David gives him a disdainful look. "Of course! The intelligence was provided by the former supervisor of the food factory. If it wasn't accurate, what would everyone be working so hard for? Many of these heavy weapons are rented. If we don't get the flour, we'll all be in trouble."

  Oliver then asks about the distribution after success. David gives him another disdainful look. "With your shabby minibus, how much do you think you can get? This time, we're facing millions of zombies. Your minibus has no power, no firepower, and no defense. Can it withstand the attack of the zombies?"

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  Oliver gives an embarrassed smile. He knows in his heart that David means well. If there were only a dozen or so zombies, the minibus could rush through, but facing a dense horde of zombies, it definitely won't work.

  But he's not worried. With so many powerful vehicles leading the way, he'll be mostly safe following behind. David takes a big puff of his cigarette and curses, "You're lucky to have run into me. Others wouldn't even bother with you. If you're afraid of death, go and rent a few machine guns quickly. There will be more zombies than you can imagine this time. Rifles and handguns won't be of any use."

  Oliver thinks it makes sense. Although each of Tarzan's subordinates has a gun, they're all handguns, which won't be helpful for this operation. After listening to David, an experienced person, he doesn't hesitate. He stuffs half a pack of cigarettes into David's hand and runs towards the hunting operation rental office.

  It's almost five o'clock. The rental room of the hunting operation office is deserted. Two staff members are playing with a handheld computer out of boredom. When they see Oliver coming in, one of them stands up and asks, "What do you want to rent?"

  The attitude isn't very enthusiastic, but it's already considered quite good in this base, and Oliver doesn't care. He says he wants to rent a few machine guns. The staff member hands him the handheld computer, which shows the prices of various firearms and cars.

  This is the first time Oliver has come into contact with a handheld computer from the apocalyptic world. It's the size of a palm, but its performance far exceeds that of modern computers. It has a 100T hard drive and a battery capacity that can last for 500 working hours, which is truly astonishing.

  However, he only cares about the firearms at the moment. He looks through the introductions and finds that almost all the machine guns have been rented out, and only seven light machine guns are left. There's an ample supply of submachine guns. The daily rent for a submachine gun is 2.5 kilograms of refined flour, and 200 rounds of ammunition with 4 magazines only costs 1 kilogram of refined flour. All in all, the daily rent for a submachine gun is 3.5 kilograms of refined flour.

  It's not that Oliver doesn't want a light machine gun, but starting from this level, each type of firearm requires a security deposit. For example, David's eight-barreled rotating heavy machine gun has a security deposit as high as 100 kilograms of refined flour, and the daily rent is 30 kilograms. This kind of machine gun has an extremely fast firing rate, up to 6000 rounds per minute, and the bullet consumption is astonishing. Thumb-sized bullets cost 2 kilograms of refined flour for 100 rounds.

  Oliver thinks to himself, "Fuck. Is David crazy..." Given his current situation, he can only look on with longing. The price of the submachine gun is still acceptable, so he rents ten of them with 2000 rounds of ammunition.

  After registering, the staff member kindly reminds him, "The bullets of submachine guns spread out, and they don't work well against zombies. The hit rate is low."

  Oliver smiles, "I'll just rent the submachine guns then!"

  He's just going along to try his luck anyway, and he's not even sure if he'll have the chance to fire the submachine guns.

  In addition to firearms, there's also a wide variety of cars available for rent at the rental office. Luxury cars like the Hummer King are something Oliver can only look at. The rental fee and security deposit are beyond what a small team like his can afford.

  Oliver is extremely depressed. When others came here to join, they all brought good cars, but he only has a shabby minibus that's almost on the verge of breaking down.