You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 89 Have you heard of food stamps?

"Zhang Ye, be careful."

"There's soone inside."

Ai Bing also noticed the figure that darted into the inner room and imdiately whispered a caution.

As she spoke, she already had the gun in her hand.

Before the zombie outbreak, her only hobby was going to the shooting club to practice during her free ti.

Zhang Ye, having just left school, had never had the chance to handle firearms, so he didn't hesitate to hand over the pistol that Xu Lin gave him to Ai Bing.

The woman took the hint and willingly took on the role of personal bodyguard.

The affairs of the construction site were completely entrusted to Wang Jianguo.

After all, it was just a wall.

With the plan in place, what remained was simply to execute it thodically.

Moreover, with Da ngzi, a high-level talent, there was no need to worry about the laborer zombies making mistakes.

At that mont, Ai Bing held the gun with both hands, her body shielding Zhang Ye, looking very professional both in her gaze and posture.

The guard zombies quickly encircled the inner room, spreading out.

The interior was pitch-dark.

[Task completed, employee count 10.]

The mont the figure flashed by, the prompt sound had already rung.

But Zhang Ye had no intention of leaving; instead, he carefully peered inside, then stepped aside to make room.

Since they had already co in, they had to see what the situation was like inside.

Charging in recklessly was naturally not an option.

Stick to the old rules.

"Go."

At his ntal command, several bodyguards imdiately rushed into the room from the space he provided, and soon there was a series of crashing noises from inside.

It seed soone wanted to resist, but they were quickly subdued.

Several minutes later, calm was restored inside.

A bodyguard ca out.

"Ow."

"Be gentle, will you!"

"My old bones are about to be shattered by you lot!"

The one thrown out was an old man, his face wrinkled, looking to be at least in his fifties.

He appeared tense, but his eyes scurried around like a rat's, not very honest.

After groaning in pain on the ground and seeing that no one paid him any attention, the old man shut his mouth and looked towards Zhang Ye and Ai Bing.

Zhang Ye looked too young to be taken seriously by him.

On the other hand, the mature and sexy Ai Bing fit perfectly with his idea of a Security Bureau leader.

"Heh heh heh, who would have thought the Security Bureau now has won leading the team?"

"What's your na, Miss Officer—"

The old man hadn't finished speaking when a bodyguard behind him smacked him hard on the back with a stick.

The powerful blow made his body tilt and he fell to the ground.

"Hiss—"

"I'll report you!"

"Brutality! Assaulting an elder! And, and breaking and entering!"

The old man on the ground gasped from pain, but his lips, as mottled as tree bark, didn't stop moving until two bodyguards raised their batons again.

He suddenly fell silent.

No more aching back, no more soreness, hardly even gasping for breath.

Zhang Ye had no intention of paying attention to the old man on the ground; after ordering the bodyguards to watch him, he walked with Ai Bing into the inner room.

Upon entering, a strong scent of ink assaulted their noses.

All the windows were nailed shut.

Through the dim light, they could vaguely see a few odd machines, with stacks and stacks of books and magazines in the corner, their covers uniformly adorned with scantily clad ladies from ho and abroad.

Ai Bing's ears turned red, after which she turned back and glared fiercely at the old man outside.

Zhang Ye, however, paused for a mont and then suddenly laughed.

This is the printing workshop Tian Gou talked about?

Damned dog.

After all this ti, was it just a small workshop secretly printing pornographic material?

Including the outer yard, the entire workshop area was certainly no more than three hundred square ters, with only three machines; the rest was just haphazardly stacked ink and paint.

He had thought, since it was a factory, there would at least be a dozen survivors.

But after a thorough look, there was only the old man.

Zhang Ye was imdiately a bit disappointed.

He casually flipped open a book the size of a palm.

What a surprise, the book was small but full of content, all pages were filled with erotic images.

"Stop looking!"

"You're an adult, yet you act like a child!"

Ai Bing glanced at the book for a few monts, her face turned red, and she snatched the book from Zhang Ye's hands, then prepared to toss the inappropriate book into a corner.

Zhang Ye chuckled, about to tease her with a few words, but suddenly, he noticed sothing falling out of the book.

A rectangular piece of strange paper.

It had a design on it.

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A portrait.

As he recognized the image on it, he felt a surge of shock!

Wasn't that the portrait of Shen Zhou's founding leader!

Could it be—

Several bodyguards quickly removed all the wooden boards from the windows, and the curtains that were drawn were pulled down and thrown to the ground in a heap.

The outside light soon illuminated the room brightly.

All the boxes that had been underneath were turned out.

Easily tens of kilograms.

All counterfeit bills.

The old man in the yard was now completely scared to speak, with sweat pouring down from his forehead like rain to the ground.

No one expected a police inspector to co for a water mark check at this ti.

Zhang Ye sat in the chair, watching him with no expression on his face.

"Did you make all these?"

The old man still tried to play dumb.

"Officer, I don't understand what you an."

"I just print 'adult' books."

"Is it possible..."

Ai Bing, standing to the side, looked at him with disgust.

She didn't speak, but the gun in her hand made the old man's heart pound.

"This, this lady officer..."

"Hehe, I, I'm telling the truth..."

"I really don't know where these counterfeit bills ca from... truly..."

A bodyguard next to him swung a baton onto his back again, the intense pain causing the old man's body to tremble violently.

He cried out in agony but still refused to admit anything.

He couldn't admit to this.

Tens of kilograms of counterfeit bills, that was enough to get him sewing until cremation inside the prison.

But Zhang Ye still had no intention of letting him off, instead, he showed a very gentle smile.

"Old sir, you might have misunderstood."

"We are not from the security bureau."

The old man stopped short, scoffing in his heart.

Do they think I'm senile?

Clearly wearing uniforms, yet saying they aren't from the security bureau?

They must want to deceive into letting my guard down and then confess voluntarily, right?

No way!

Seeing this, Zhang Ye suddenly lost his patience.

Two bodyguards imdiately waved their batons and started to strike the old man.

The quiet courtyard was suddenly filled with the dull sound of beating and the old man's wails and pleas for rcy.

"I printed them!"

"I admit it, isn't that enough?!"

"Stop hitting , please I beg you, stop!"

Ultimately, the old man had overestimated his ability to withstand a beating and he confessed obediently.

anwhile, Ai Bing's expression showed so confusion.

It's just so counterfeit money, isn't it?

Even if it were real money, it would be worth nothing, let alone this low-quality counterfeit currency printed in small workshops?

Zhang Ye turned his head to look at her and said softly:

"Ai Bing."

"Have you ever heard of food coupons?"