I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

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After the start of the crossing, Jiang Chen appeared directly on the coconut island.

After checking the phone according to the usual practice, after confirming that there is no caller ID, Jiang Chen walked toward the beach.

The two engineering robots were still busy in front of the construction site. After taking out the flat panel and checking the progress of the project, Jiang Chen did not bother them any more and went straight to his speedboat. Taking out the spare oil drum and filling the tank with oil, he skillfully started the speedboat and headed for Koro Island.

At this time, the night is deep, and only the direction of the city can see sporadic lights.

After leaving the boat, Jiang Chen did not immediately return to the villa, but drove to a gas station near the southern end of Coro Island.

Parked the car next to the self-service refueling position, Jiang Chen took two horns.

Soon, the staff on duty at the gas station came over.

I saw that the white man in the overalls squinted and walked out lazily, and it seemed obvious that he was just snoring.

Most of the British residents living in the new country are bilingual. Looking at Jiang Chen sitting in the car, Cobbert yawned and put his hand on the roof of the car and asked impatiently in Chinese.

"How much?"

"How much is added?"

Hearing, Cobbert apparently squatted and reached out and touched the scum on his face.

"How many?"

Nor did he talk nonsense with him. Jiang Chen took out a small stack of dollar bills and took it on the platform. "2000 dollars, help me prepare a few oil drums."

In order to guard against the unexpected, he usually puts tens of thousands of cash in the storage space.

$2,000? !

Cobbert suddenly woke up and the people did not move. But I watched Jiang Chen with a vigilant look.

"2000 dollars? What do you buy so much gasoline?"

He is not allowed to ask a few words. The security situation in the new country has been somewhat uneven. It’s true that some people are at risk. If this gasoline is sold from his hands, then others will use this gasoline to cause terror. The attack came. If you are not sure, you will find him on the head.

Although the more oil he sells, the higher his achievements at the end of the month, but he does not dare to sell it!

Sighing, Jiang Chen took out a passport of the presidential palace from his pocket and got it in front of him.

"Ask too much is not good for you, man."

After taking over the presidential palace pass, Cobbert’s doubts disappeared in an instant. Being free to enter and exit the presidential palace of the new country, it is not a horror to think about it. Molecule, this person is mostly working for the president.

"The oil barrels are in the warehouse. You wait a moment." The pass was returned to Jiang Chen, and Cobbert turned and walked to the gas station's warehouse.

"Wait, there are no trucks in this gas station." Jiang Chen put his head out of the window and stopped him.

Cobbert shook his head. "No, but the pickup I opened to work is there."

"Okay, what is your name?"

Cobbert squatted.

"Caubert. What happened?"

"Mr. Cobbert, want to make $1,000?" Put his hand into his pocket, and Jiang Chen took out a stack of dollars on the platform. Smiling at him and said...

Because there is no development and reform committee and national conditions, the oil price of the new country is still international. With the international crude oil market falling below $30 a barrel, the 91st gasoline also fell below $1.30 per gallon, which translates to $0.34 per liter.

So count it down. How much gasoline can I buy for $2,000?

There are 5882. 4 liters!

According to 159 liters per barrel of oil, this $2,000 can buy a full 37 barrels of gasoline! Almost all the warehouses at the gas station were turned over, and Cobbert found enough oil drums.

I believe that after this batch of gasoline. It should be enough for those zombies who are outside the wall of the fish bone base to drink a pot.

With a huge amount of tipping, Cobbert naturally worked hard to get up. I slammed the empty oil drum into the haul of my pickup truck. Then unscrew the grease **** and start filling the inside.

For the tip of $1,000, you only need to ship these barrels to the door of the warehouse of Star Trade. Where to find such a cheap errand?

After a few round trips, I finally transported the 37 oil drums to the warehouse of the Star Ring Trading.

He handed the tip to his hand, and Jiang Chen once again explained to him "to bury everything that happened today." Looking at his vowed pat on the chest and packing the ticket, Jiang Chen patted his shoulder and asked him to prepare a more oil drum at the gas station next time, then he signaled that he could leave.

After seeing Cobbert driving away, Jiang Chen returned to the warehouse and closed the door.

Throwing the petrol into the storage space, he then passed back to the end.

As soon as he reached the end of the world, he heard the endless gunshots from afar.

Putting the gasoline in the backyard warehouse, Jiang Chen found Wang Qing and told her to drag the gasoline into the warehouse.

It’s no surprise that the marshal often transported the materials to the backyard without knowing it. Wang Qing did not ask much. He immediately told the staff of the logistics department to drive the trailer and carefully put these flammable and explosive materials on the car. And then pulled into a separate warehouse for storage.

On the command tower, Jiang Chen saw a dignified Wang Zhaowu.

"What is the situation now?"

“The fuel reserve in the base has already consumed 40%, the fuel production rate is far behind the consumption, and the reserve of Cam resin is only enough to produce 30 barrels of fuel. The fuel in the sixth block is just enough, it is not even. Out of the extra fuel to support us, continue to do so, I am afraid that three days later we will not be able to remove the body of the zombies." Wang Zhaowu said with difficulty.

Looking at the expression on Wang Zhaowu's face, Jiang Chen smiled and said.

"I have solved the problem of gasoline."

I thought that this time has passed more than six hours, even if it is not possible to get a lot of gasoline in Jiang Chen, so Wang Zhaowu smiled and said, "One or two barrels of gasoline can not solve the problem. The body of the zombie is not much oil. It takes almost 300 liters of gasoline to ignite a body under a wall, and the base now has four walls..."

“Is 37 barrels of gasoline enough?” Jiang Chen said with a smile.

37 barrels?

37 barrels!

Finally reacted, Wang Zhaowu rounded his eyes and looked at Jiang Chen, "37 barrels?! How many liters?"

"159 liters, already in the warehouse."

"159 liters, a total of ... 5883 liters! Hahaha! Great!" Under the ecstasy, Wang Zhaowu slammed his fist on the table, then raised his hand and pressed it on the headset. Ready to go to the warehouse to get fuel. Give me to burn him. Mother!"

"Roger that."

After the end of the communication, Wang Zhaowu realized that he had just lost his mind, and he could not help but smile and scratch his head.

However, Jiang Chen did not care about these details, smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about fuel. I will get a few more in a few days. Be sure to keep the wall, don't save me, understand?"

"Understand!" Wang Zhaowu made a military ceremony with a flying eagle.

The 37 barrels brought by Jiang Chen are undoubtedly the urgent need to solve the base. As for how he got it, who cares? As a qualified subordinate, he only needs to complete the task assigned to him step by step! (To be continued.)