"stop."

Lu Sheng walked to the gate with a popsicle in his mouth, called the security guard to stop and glanced at Su Zheng indifferently, "Is there anything wrong?"

"K3 base wants to form an alliance with you, help each other and provide mutual benefits. I specially come to invite you to K3 to discuss cooperation."

Su Zhengre was sweating profusely, and he couldn't help but look at the two zombie security guards several times, but finally he was curious and didn't ask.

Lu Sheng smiled faintly and took off his last bite of popsicle, "Help each other, the focus is on each other."

"What kind of help can you provide me?"

"I..." Su Zheng was speechless for a moment.

Lu Sheng has whatever he wants, k3 he himself crossed the river, and he really can't help anything.

"Begging for food means begging for food. Don't put gold on your face." Lu Sheng didn't have a good impression of the two second-generation ancestors of the K3 base, and he was not polite to speak.

Su Zheng's face turned red and white, but he still gritted his teeth and discussed, "We found a national grain reserve warehouse, but the neighborhood was completely destroyed. He was unable to escape by relying on the unilateral strength of K3."

Lu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

K3 received so many refugees in the face of insufficient food, and it was true that there was a shortage of food soon.

Their demand for food is imminent, so Su Zhengqi came to work with a shameless attitude.

"How much food is there? How many zombies are there?" Lu Sheng asked with interest.
Chapter completed!