Many thoughts flashed through Jing Shu's mind at this moment. She even understood the intention of Wang Dongpo's reminder in an instant. It seemed that there was a big earthquake today. The park here was affected by people from two districts at once, so all aspects

We are a bit overwhelmed with supplies, etc., so you want to test it out first?

Jingshu's mind began to work crazily, thinking of many possibilities, and she even made plans to get some blood today.

Humans are such strange creatures. I remember there is a popular saying on the Internet: I hate driving that forcibly cuts into mine, and I hate cars that don’t let me cut into traffic.

In her previous life, as a vulnerable group, she thought that she should beat the rich and divide her property. In this life, she became a half-tycoon, but she was faced with the fate of being beaten by the rich and dividing her property. She actually felt unhappy.

The so-called different standpoints mean different senses.

Jingshu stood at the door, facing a pair of eyes looking at her with all kinds of scrutiny, doubts, and sizing. She was also looking at the people inside.

There are two bosses in the middle of the U-shaped desk.

A big shot was wearing sunglasses, a thin man in his thirties, with a pale face. The police uniform on him was like wearing a robe. What is memorable is his distinctive aquiline nose.

, adding a lot of majesty, he had a straight face. He couldn't see his eyes clearly because he was wearing sunglasses, but judging from the direction, he was looking at Jing Shu condescendingly.

The other boss was also in his thirties. He had a kind face, looked fair and fat, his eyes narrowed into a straight line when he smiled, and he was sitting there panting heavily in a police uniform that was about to burst.

Both sides of the U-shaped desk were basically full of people, wearing different clothes. There were ladies wearing mink coats, some wearing military coats that looked like farmers, and some young people wearing thick down jackets who were fashionable. Most of them were

He has better conditions than ordinary people, which can be seen from his clothes and long hair, but because he is facing a row of police officers with guns standing behind them, they are as quiet as quails.

"This is Miss Jing from venue ip 3. Come on, come on, I've invited you to sit in the third seat over here, but Miss Jing's outfit is really unique, haha." The first person to break the awkward situation was

A fat police officer who always smiles.

Jingshu walked through the long aisle and felt the cold breath of the Chinese rifles. She had no doubt that if something went wrong in today's conversation, these rifles would spit out the bullets in their chambers.

Although Jingshu's position is very close to Fatty, according to Chinese tradition, it does represent identity and status, but her dress and status are really unacceptable.

Jingshu looked at the two people in the front seat.

The first person in the seat was an old man in his eighties or nineties with a goatee. He was wearing a felt hat and had a brazier at his feet. He was yawning with his eyes closed. No one knew whether he was asleep or not.

No one dared to disturb it.

The second position is a man wearing a white suit. He wears a white top hat, spotless and reflective white leather shoes. The whole set of reflective clothes that blind people's eyes makes him look out of place in the apocalypse. Jingshu can hear it from afar.

There is a scent of perfume that is elegant but not offensive.

To be honest, Jingshu had never seen such an arrogant and flamboyant person before the end of the world. However, Wucheng is actually in the north, a place that does not keep a low profile. It is exactly what the saying goes: You can’t tell who is rich in the south, and you can’t tell who is rich in the north.

I can't tell who is poor. People in the north prefer to be in the limelight.

When Jingshu was sitting in her seat, the man in a suit was playing with his slender Bai Zhe's hand and looking at Jingshu wantonly. Before he could finish, he clicked his tongue and stepped back a little in disgust. Maybe it was Jingshu's gas mask and cotton-padded clothes.

This outfit scared the aunties here.

Jingshu: "..."

The fat police officer stood up and said with a smile on his face as his uniform was about to fall apart: "Don't be nervous, everyone. I really just want you to take a questionnaire. Now that everyone is here, let me introduce myself first.

I am the captain of the third detachment. From now on, everyone can call me Captain Yama, the Yama of the King of Hell."

Although he smiled kindly, his voice was a bit cold and biting.

"This is Captain Wang of the King of Hell. You can call him Captain Wang. Yes, we are the legendary team of the King of Hell, hahaha." The fat police officer laughed and turned around, but found that the simple conference room was eerily quiet.

Then he coughed and said, "Okay, let's get down to business. In fact, we are doing this to benefit everyone. Hey, I have worked hard to apply for this for a long time. This is a win-win thing."

Jingshu leaned on the seat, holding the hand warmer in her hands, shaking her feet folded together, as if she was an obedient aunt listening to the class, while swaying Dove chocolates in her mouth, letting them slowly melt and exude a rich and sweet taste

Chocolate has always been Jingshu’s best snack to kill time.

If conditions permit, she plans to collect some cocoa tree seeds and plant some. I don’t know if there are any cocoa trees in this damn apocalypse. With cocoa trees, it would be great to get some cocoa powder and make some tiramisu.

, but Jingshu still misses enjoying the silky smooth Dove chocolate! Snickers! Dark chocolate truffles! Crispy fragrant rice sandwich chocolate! Suck!

The fat police officer still unbuttoned his buttons and said: "The end of the world is coming. Everyone here must be capable in the end of the world and have a better life. Otherwise, they would not be willing to spend the virtual currency to live on the expensive IP channel. But

There must be some problems that have troubled everyone here for a long time, that is, having too many supplies but no matching armed forces will make everyone feel insecure, right?"

Then I saw someone sitting here whispering: "We don't actually have many things. If anything happens and we are robbed, we can call the police."

The fat police officer smiled awkwardly and politely, and poked the thin police officer with a hooked nose. Then he heard a sudden "boom", and the hook-nosed police officer said calmly: "Liu Mingming, male, 42 years old, was robbed in 20 years."

Three times, he was robbed of thousands of kilograms of corn in 2024, and he was known as the fat sheep in the robbery world."

The man in the audience coughed a few times and stopped talking.

At this time, the fat police officer opened his belly and breathed a sigh of relief, "So, armed force is still very important. In the past, China was forced by national conditions. Now, in the end of the world, it has opened up its policy and you can hold guns, but this gun must go through

We have to register professionally and have gun licenses. Come on, all the guns in your row are loaded, so our customers can take a good look."

"Clang!"

They lined up neatly, and with a snap, the police officers drew out their rifles and aimed them at Jingshu and the other lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Looking at the neat and elegant row of guns, the scene was surprisingly quiet for a while.
Chapter completed!