One Hundred and Sixty-Two, Rebuilding the No. 113 Barrier

After all, Ren Xiaosu didn't tell Luo Lan the truth about Dong Lingnan. He felt that it would be better to wait until the 7-day detention period expired.

At this time, Dong Lingnan in the house really wanted to marry Luo Lan in place, as long as Luo Lan was willing to take her away, but the problem was that Chen Wudi tied her up too tightly this time, and Wang Fugui stuffed a herbal medicine into her mouth from somewhere, and her mouth was so numb that she couldn't move!

There are a lot of herbal medicine shops, but Dong Lingnan can't figure out how this family is so proficient!

It has to be said that although Wang Fugui is kind, but as a refugee who has lived for so long, he still has some tricks to suppress the bottom of the box.

Refugees are different from barrier people, they face danger from birth.

Luo Lan talked to Dong Lingnan through the door for a while, but talking to himself was too boring, so he also found it boring after talking for a while.

Ren Xiaosu laughed happily and said, "Drink some water if you're thirsty."

Luo Lan sat down on a chair in the yard and sighed: "It's a bit unexpected that Li Shentan came out of the mental hospital. I'm already cautious enough, lest he come out to disrupt the situation."

"What I'm curious about," Ren Xiaosu asked, "Don't you all know that he is from the Li family?"

At this time, Luo Lan carefully recalled the details of the past. He confirmed that the information he had obtained did not mention the Li Family Consortium, but he suddenly remembered the three videos he had watched. At that time, he could even feel the other party's loneliness and abandonment through the screen.

Luo Lan said: "You heard him describe himself as an abandoned son of the Li family, maybe he himself was imprisoned by the Li family?"

"Why did Mrs. Li imprison her son?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"I didn't know this," Luo Lan said melancholy: "The inside of the consortium is not as beautiful as you imagined. Intrigues can be seen everywhere. If you want to get ahead in the family, you have to step on the shoulders of your brothers and sisters to climb up."

"Then how many brothers and sisters have you and Qing Zhen stepped on?" Ren Xiaosu laughed.

As a result, Luo Lan suddenly said seriously: "Qing Zhen and I have no choice. He is a natural leader, so we should go to the top of the mountain to have a look at the scenery."

"What about you?" Ren Xiaosu said in a daze. He realized that Luo Lan was so protective of his younger brother.

When Wang Fugui wanted to ask for a reward for saving his life, Luo Lan first said that his life was worthless, but when it came to Qing Zhen, he suddenly became extraordinarily generous.

"Me?" Luo Lan smiled: "I'm dead, I can live no matter what."

When Luo Lan said this, there was no resignation in his tone, as if he himself felt that it should be so, that his younger brother should be superior, and he was a dead man.

"By the way," Luo Lan glanced at Ren Xiaosu: "Don't be too conspicuous these days, even the Yang family has already entered this barrier, and there are still people hiding in the Pyro Company. Now that the devil whisperer comes out to disrupt the situation, who knows what will happen."

Ren Xiaosu stared at him blankly: "Is it appropriate for you to tell me this? Isn't it you who is the most conspicuous person in the barrier right now?!"

"Hahahaha?" Luo Lan laughed, "I'm so good?"

Ren Xiaosu was shocked,

Why are you so proud? !

"By the way, the thugs are here too," Luo Lan suddenly became angry: "Someone blew up two of my cars in the distance. Those who can do such things with nothing to do must be the thugs!"

Only at this moment did Ren Xiaosu realize that Yang Xiaojin might be a member of the mob? However, he suddenly thought of a question. Just now Luo Lan said that the Yang family was also here. Could this Yang family consortium have anything to do with Yang Xiaojin?

"Then what about your Qing clan?" Ren Xiaosu looked at Luo Lan: "You Qing clan sent you?"

"Who are you looking down on here?" Luo Lan said angrily, "What's wrong with me? Can I count one as a thousand?"

"Hmm, did I mean that the Qing clan didn't send anyone to support you?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"No, they are busy dealing with the 113 Barrier and Jingshan now."

...

The terrain of fortress No. 111 is not smooth and regular. It is high in the west and low in the east, and the entire fortress is built next to the mountain.

The mountain in the 111 barrier is called Ginkgo Mountain. When the ginkgo leaves turn yellow, the mountain is golden.

The headquarters of the Qing Consortium is on the mountainside.

At this moment, a train convoy started from the city towards Ginkgo Mountain, and the pedestrians in the barrier gave way one after another. They knew that they were all big figures and members of the presidium of the Qing Consortium.

Basically every month at this time, the big shots of the Qing family would drive to the Gingko Mountain to have a meeting to discuss matters that could determine the lifeline of the consortium.

At night, the huge manor on Ginkgo Mountain is already brightly lit. There are 13 men sitting in the quiet meeting room, including young, middle-aged and elderly.

On the walls of the conference room hung huge tiger heads, dead tigers that had been stuffed. Human beings have always had such evil tastes. The king of beasts in life is just a plaything of human beings after death. This is the power of human beings.

The entire meeting room is magnificent, as if it has never been affected by catastrophe, and has always held power.

The old man in the first position tapped the table with his fingers: "How is Qinghuai's progress?"

"They bypassed Jingshan the day before yesterday, and they probably arrived at Wall 113 today," said a middle-aged man. "He went there to clear up the remaining experimental subjects, and then waited for the follow-up post-disaster reconstruction team to arrive. They then went to Jingshan to look for the creature in the crater. Now the creature should have fallen into a deep sleep again, and it seems that it does not intend to go out of the crater. We suspect that it is dependent on the temperature of the volcano."

"Can Qinghuai handle it?" the old man at the top asked calmly, "The coal mine near the 113 barrier is very important and must be rebuilt as soon as possible."

"Qing Huai brought a combat brigade there, and it's no problem to deal with hundreds of experimental subjects," the middle-aged man replied.

"The resources near the 113 barrier are very important. The post-disaster reconstruction work must be completed as soon as possible. Qingyun, you cooperate with them in deploying refugees to work there," the old man said.

A young man sitting at the end smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

The young man's hair was combed back neatly, and under the light, the clean hair was as elegant as crystal.

"You need to be cautious, if you make a mistake, you don't have to sit here in the future," the old man frowned.

The young man bowed his head: "Okay."

Someone beside him laughed and said, "You don't have to be so harsh on young people."

The old man didn't answer, but suddenly asked: "What is Qing Zhen doing now?"

"Aside from listening to music every day, I don't do anything else," someone replied: "The music I listen to has no purpose, and I don't have a favorite singer."

"Well," the old man nodded flatly: "Let's let him air out first, the young man's spirit is too strong, he needs to be frustrated. He needs to know that the power of money comes from the exchange system, but the power of power comes from the organization. Without a home, there will be no rules, and there will be no power."

No one else commented on the matter, but at this moment someone knocked on the door of the conference room.

The old man said softly: "Come in."

The person who came was a secretary. He whispered something in the old man's ear, and the old man's brows were furrowed deeper and deeper. He looked up at the others present: "The Seventh Combat Brigade led by Qinghuai was attacked by the experimental body and is retreating now. More than half of them were killed or injured."