Chapter 601 Happiness if You Can Eat Enough

In a daze, Mai Lang raised his heavy eyelids. "He touched his neck and felt very sore, as if he had been beaten, but he really couldn't remember what happened?

"Why am I here?" Mai Lang found himself lying on the cold cabin floor. Although he was wearing thick thermal underwear, the cold still penetrated into the bone marrow, making his limbs numb. "Even if I fall asleep, I should be on the big warm bed in the bedroom."

Slowly getting up, Mai Lang raised his head and felt palpitations on the spot. The cold was tolerable, but the twenty or thirty mutants with unkind expressions in front of him were extremely terrifying. Especially the look in their eyes, which shows that they are a little hungry.

A mutant who is full can still reason, but a mutant who is hungry is going crazy. Mai Lang immediately stood against the wall, staring nervously at the mutant in front of him, and shouted calmly: "I am Mai Lang, the genius Mai Lang. Colonel Piano is my protector, and you are forbidden to hurt me."

Twenty or so huge mutants crowded in a sundry warehouse and looked at Mai Lang indifferently. They were obviously on the verge of exploding with their grumpy tempers.

Mai Lang glanced left and right, slowly walked to the door of the cabin, leaned his head on the iron window on the door and shouted, "Who is outside? I am the great genius Mai Lang, please let me out."

There was also a mutant outside the door, and when he saw Mailan's head appearing at the window, he said, "Are you willing to serve Victor Hugo, Commander of the Legion?"

"What Victor Hugo? What Legion Commander?" McLang leaned on the window and felt very uncomfortable, his limbs were weak, his head was dizzy, and he felt uncomfortable all over. He knew that this was his drug addiction, he quickly touched his body, and shouted to the mutants outside: "Bring me a 'Jeter' quickly."

"The legion commander said that people who don't work for him have no value in living, and they are too thin to feed dogs." The mutant at the door slowly took out a chocolate from his body, and patiently slowly removed the wrapping paper. Peel it off and stuff it in your mouth. He said intoxicatedly: "It's nice to have chocolate, but it's a pity that you can't enjoy it."

"What's so good about chocolate? I don't like chocolate at all. Give me a piece of 'Jeter', give me now." Mai Lang was a little anxious. His life is still suffering.

"That's because you don't have any chocolate." One piece of chocolate wasn't enough for the mutant to stuff between his teeth, so the mutant who was acting as a guard outside the cabin took another one out of his body. But it looked at the chocolate and put it down again, sighing: "Unfortunately, I can't open it and eat it."

Mai Lang's drug addiction became more and more serious, and his hands and feet began to tremble all over. At this time, a mutant who was being held squeezed to the door of the cabin, and said to the mutant who was in charge of guarding outside: "Marco, why did you want to be a slave to a human being? You actually turned against your own kind."

"You don't need to provoke the relationship between me and my employer, I know you are jealous of me." Marco Shi outside the door grinned and said: "The leader of the Hugo Legion is much more generous than Colonel Piano, Colonel Piano When will we open our bellies and eat?"

When it comes to eating, it is a flaw for mutants. These strong warriors are not afraid of death, fighting, or facing any hardships, but they are afraid of starvation. Mar Keshi continued, "The head of the legion said that as long as you don't make trouble, I will give you enough to eat every day."

Hearing that he could eat enough, the locked-up mutants felt relieved. They were also unlucky today, they let Zhou Qingfeng board the boat out of nowhere, and were defeated and locked up one by one with the help of Mar Keshi. Now..., I can only wait slowly for dinner.

And after waiting for two hours, a group of mutants were so hungry that they were about to riot, Zhou Qingfeng pushed a few big carts to deliver the meals, "I have seen your food storage room on the ship, it is not normal at all. food, and not enough. So I got you dinner from other sources."

The mutant's nose is quite sharp, and the smell is delicious. You must know that the so-called grains hoarded in the cabin are frozen corpses,

Looking at those human corpses, Zhou Qingfeng really couldn't take them out to feed the mutants.

then…….

"What is this?" When it comes to eating, Marco is the most active and convenient. It almost jumped up and rushed to Zhou Qingfeng's side, and immediately shouted in surprise: "It's actually fish? It's still cooked fried fish."

Zhou Qingfeng was a little embarrassed, "Although these foods don't look very good, I think they are better than what you used to eat."

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's so delicious!" Marco has already picked up a salmon with a head left from the big bucket, and stuffed it into his mouth with a big mouthful. After chewing it a few times, I saw it widen its eyes, and shouted in an excited and incredible tone: "It's so touching that I want to cry. How long has it been since I ate this normal food?"

Come on, you just ate most of the jerky that Lao Tzu kept for lunch at noon. Is it so exaggerated at this time?

Zhou Qingfeng complained silently in his heart. He left a big barrel to Mar Keshi, and then sent the cart to the door of the cabin where other mutants were held. At this time, mutants were already crowded in front of the iron window at the door, and many people were scrambling to squeeze and squeeze, constantly smelling the aroma of food wafting out of the vat with their noses.

"What the hell is it? What kind of food is it? I seem to smell the smell of barbecue. My God! There is still barbecue at this time. It's too extravagant, too extravagant!"

"There is wine, I smell wine. Although it is a bit weak and the alcohol content is not high, I am sure it is wine. It is really exciting!"

"Is this for us to eat? I can't believe it! We are still able to eat so well after being captured."

The mutants in the cabin were about to riot, the metal hatch was deformed by their huge force, and it could be distorted and disintegrated in sight. Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly shouted: "Quiet, if you make trouble again, I won't give you food."

More than twenty unruly mutants immediately behaved like elementary school students, obediently staying in the cabin without making any noise. But their eyes were all staring out of the window, eagerly waiting for the food to come in.

When the cabin door opened, the loyal dog-legged Marco stood outside holding a machine gun and shouted: "Be honest, don't move, anyone who dares to mess around will blow its head off."

As a result, all the mutant captives in the cabin stiffened, wishing they could stop breathing. And Zhou Qingfeng brought in the food trolley, and thoughtfully put in an emergency light to provide lighting.

When the hatch was closed with a bang, the mutants inside immediately rioted again, one by one rushing towards the vat containing food like wolves and tigers. Immediately someone yelled, "I read it right, are these noodles? I have eaten it before. This is Japanese udon noodles."

"And sushi? Lots and lots of sushi. I like sushi, even if it's broken."

"It's like tempura, and unagi yaki, and this bottle is sake. I did it at a Japanese restaurant once, and I'm sure I read it right. This is really what people eat. Damn the skin Colonel Arno, it actually said that mutants can eat corpses."

"God, we can finally eat normal food. We don't have to eat carrion anymore, we don't have to eat corpses anymore. I'm going to yell now that I'm a mutant, but I really don't like eating corpses. "

There were shouts and shouts from the cabin that was the prison. Outside the cabin, Marco put his hands together, buried his head in the vat of food, and snored so much.

And Zhou Qingfeng sighed, thinking to himself: I'm sorry! I didn’t know what to do either, I couldn’t find any suitable food on board, so I had to travel to Japan in the real world to get some hotel sewage to feed the mutants. Seriously, I'm not trying to feed you like pigs.

Just at this time, there was a burst of wild cries in the prison—Long live Victor Hugo! Long live the Legion Commander! Long live the Aurora Legion! (To be continued.) 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy