"thump!"

Within just ten seconds after the injection, the guide who had finished the injection collapsed on the ground, and his eyelids began to tremble.

Zhou Ming took out the second injection without changing his expression and prepared to inject it into the second person. His expression was calm and calm, and his movements were smooth and natural, as if injecting this injection was not consuming his own survival time, but just giving it to the patient.

Cure.

Everyone held their breath and their heartbeats began to beat faster.

The mercenaries pointed their guns at Zhou Ming. The gun's safety had been turned on and their finger was already on the trigger. However, they felt that the gun's safety was still closed because a rifle destined not to fire was no different from a toy gun.

As Zhou Ming completed the disinfection, Venomous Scorpion's throat felt dry and Poker Man's eyes became subtle.

Zhou Ming held the guide's trembling arm tightly, comforted him softly, and then pressed the needle against his skin.

"Wait a minute!" Venomous Scorpion shouted loudly.

At this time, Zhou Ming's second needle had already been inserted into the second guide's vein, and his thumb was on the pusher, but it had not yet been pushed in.

Zhou Ming calmly pulled out the needle, with a weird smile on his face as if his plan had succeeded, and looked sideways at the poisonous scorpion.

"Captain, shouting at night will attract sand ghosts...and this is only the second injection."

"Got it." Venomous Scorpion slowly put down his gun, and then motioned to the team members behind him to put down their guns as well.

Seeing these people giving in and compromising, Zhou Ming continued:

"You have only one way to rescue the three of them, and that is to subdue and capture us both alive at the same time, and torture the correct password from our mouths within 12 hours.

"But in order to prevent everyone from doing unnecessary stupid things, I will make it clear here that we are not the kind of people who can be easily subdued by you working together. We may be killed, but the possibility of being captured alive is almost

is zero.

"So in order to avoid unnecessary internal consumption, I advise everyone to listen to my words."

Poker Man: "Do you want to say that you two are also magicians?"

"Think of it this way, as long as you can convince yourself to obey my orders, then it's okay even if you think of me as weird." Zhou Ming made a joke that was not funny.

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The day after Zhou Ming gained supreme dictatorial power over the entire convoy, he issued his first order.

First, the convoys were divided into three groups, each heading in different directions. One group of convoys continued to advance in a straight line in the current direction, while the other two groups of convoys advanced in directions of thirty-degree angles to the left and right.

The two groups of convoys on the left and right changed directions after traveling for 5 hours, deviated by an angle of 30 degrees towards the route of the central convoy, and finally reunited on the center line around 10 hours.

In order to prevent the rendezvous from being delayed due to accidents during the journey, Zhou Ming will postpone the explosion of the collars of the two guides who were separated from him to 24 hours, giving a generous error tolerance time limit.

As long as you follow this plan, the efficiency of exploring the Lost Zone will be greatly improved.

In fact, even without Zhou Ming, this method of split exploration is very easy to come up with. Even almost everyone in the team has thought about it, but no one has ever implemented it.

The reason is simple. No one can guarantee whether the convoy that has found a way out will come back. Under the influence of the strange desire to survive, any honest and kind person may become a selfish bastard. After finding a way out, if it cannot be guaranteed to be 100%

To ensure safety, the separated convoy is likely to give up the return journey and choose to leave alone.

But Zhou Ming's explosive collar solved this problem in a very simple way. Even if the separated convoy found the correct way out, if they did not come back to inform, the collar around the guide's neck would eventually explode.

Driven by the desire to survive, it is impossible for the guide to help others escape from the stone hill, and will definitely choose to return to join them in the end.

A small bomb collar solved the relationship of mutual distrust, which caused others to fall into confusion and self-doubt. Some even began to recognize Zhou Ming's leadership and no longer viewed the dictator with hostility.

Mercenary A: "Such a simple method! Why has no one ever thought of it? Those smuggling companies have been doing this for decades, why can't they even think of such a simple method? Each vehicle is equipped with four or five

A collar will solve everything!"

Mercenary B: "It's easy for you to say it. Now that I think about it, of course I think this method is useful and simple, but you have been working as a escort for so many years, why didn't you think of it? There are some things that before someone figured it out, others thought

It’s beyond my imagination.”

Mercenary C: "The more I think about it, the more incredible it becomes! Why can't those smuggling companies come up with such a simple method? If Iron Chair can think of it, why can't they think of this self-destruct collar?"

Mercenary Ding: "I really don't know how Zhou Ming's brain grew and why he is so smart?"

Mercenary A: "You haven't seen how calm he is! Now that I think about it, that guy is really not simple. He can still smile when so many guns are pointed at him, and his smile is also sinister. This kind of psychological quality... is not simple.

ah!"

After saying that, one of them turned to look at Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan in the leading car.

In the dry desert wind, Wang Siyan's hair danced in the wind, and her delicate profile was gilded with a layer of gold under the sun. She sat cross-legged, with the writing board on her knees, recording something seriously, as if she had come out.

Every move of the artist who sketches and paints from life reveals an elegant and noble temperament, casual and relaxed.

Surrounded by rugged and steep rocks, the towering stones show parallel weathering shapes under the erosion of wind and sand, showing their ruggedness. Wang Siyan, a weak and elegant woman, is in such a wild scene, and is so moved by this scene.

Adding a touch of bright color creates a strange contrast and contrast, just like a painting.

Although the mercenaries all know that Wang Siyan is not weak, they don't mind imagining him as a weak, lovable woman. This is a kind of obscene imagination that belongs only to male animals.

"She's so beautiful. It would be great if my girlfriend was this beautiful. If I think about it carefully, I find that there are very few such beautiful women in our industry."

"Nonsense, being beautiful is wealth. With that kind of appearance, you can live a good life in the wilderness with a little skill. There must be a reason why she came to be a mercenary... and she is so strong. I was kicked yesterday.

I thought I was going to die."

"I think I should go out and find a woman to vent my feelings. I haven't touched a woman for many days."

"Can't you just find a slave? Isn't that what you did before?"

"...No, I will never do this again." The man sighed, thinking of what Zhou Ming said in front of the slave that day.
Chapter completed!