Chapter 329 Call Me Captain Yan, the Yan of the King of Hell

Jingshu's mind flashed a lot of thoughts at this moment. She even understood the intention of Wang Dongpo's reminder in an instant. It seems that there was a big earthquake today. The park here has to bear the people from two districts at once, so all kinds of materials are a bit overwhelmed, so I want to try it first?

Jingshu's brain began to work frantically and thought of many possibilities. She even made plans to be cut today.

Humans are such strange creatures. I remember a popular saying on the Internet: I hate the car that forces me to cut in, and I hate the car that doesn't let me cut in.

In her previous life, as a disadvantaged group, she thought that she should fight the local tyrants and divide the property. In this life, she became half a local tyrant, but she was facing the fate of being beaten by the local tyrants and dividing the property. She actually felt unhappy.

The so-called different standpoints, different feelings.

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

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

One of the big guys was wearing sunglasses, about thirty years old, thin, pale, and the police uniform looked like a robe on him. What was memorable was his distinctive hooked nose, which added a lot of majesty. He had a stern face. Because the sunglasses made it difficult to see his eyes, but from the direction, he was looking down at Jingshu.

The other big guy was also in his thirties. He had a kind face and looked white and fat. His eyes narrowed into a line when he smiled. He sat there panting in his police uniform that was about to burst.

The two 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 that looked fashionable. Most of them had better conditions than ordinary people, which could be seen from their clothes and long hair, but because they were facing a row of armed police officers standing behind them, they were as quiet as quails.

"This is Miss Jing from VIP venue No. 3, right? Come on, please take the seat. Please take the third seat here. Miss Jing's outfit is really unique, haha." The first person to break the awkward situation was the fat police officer who was always smiling.

Jingshu walked through the long corridor, feeling the cold breath of the Chinese rifles, and had no doubt that if there was anything wrong with the discussion today, these rifles would spit out the bullets in the chamber.

Although Jingshu's position was very close to the fat man, according to Chinese tradition, this seat really represents identity and status, but her dress and status are really unacceptable.

Jingshu looked at the two people in the first seat.

The first seat was an old man in his eighties or nineties with a goatee. He wore a felt hat and had a brazier under his feet. He closed his eyes and yawned, swaying from side to side. No one knew whether he was asleep or not, and no one dared to disturb him.

The second seat was occupied by a man in a white suit, a white hat, spotless and shiny white leather shoes. The whole set of clothes that blinded people's eyes and had a reflective effect made him look out of place in the end times. Jingshu could smell a light and elegant perfume from a distance.

To be honest, Jingshu had never seen such an arrogant and flamboyant person before the end times, but Wucheng was in the north, where no one would keep a low profile. It was just as the saying goes: you can't tell who is rich in the south and who is poor in the north, and people in the north like to show off.

When Jingshu was sitting in her seat, the man in the suit was playing with his slender white hands, looking at Jingshu wantonly, and then he stepped back a little with disdain. It might be that Jingshu's gas mask and cotton coat and trousers scared the uncles and aunts present.

Jingshu: "..."

The fat police officer stood up, smiling with his police uniform about to burst, and said: "Don't be nervous, everyone, I'm just asking everyone to do a questionnaire survey. Now that everyone is here, let me introduce myself first. I am the captain of the third team. You can call me Captain Yan in the future, the Yan of the King of Hell."

Although the smile was kind, the voice was a bit cold and piercing.

"This is Captain Wang of the King of Hell. You can call him Captain Wang. Yes, we are the legendary King of Hell combination, hahaha." The fat police officer laughed so hard that he fell backwards, but found that the simple meeting room was terribly quiet. Then he coughed, "Okay, let's talk about business. In fact, our business is to benefit everyone. Hey, this is something I have worked hard to apply for for a long time. This is a win-win situation."

Jingshu leaned against the chair, holding the hand warmer in both hands, shaking her folded feet, looking like an obedient aunt listening to the class, while sucking Dove chocolate in her mouth, letting them slowly melt. The rich and sweet chocolate has always been the best snack for Jingshu to kill time.

If conditions permit, she plans to collect some cocoa seeds and plant some. In this damn apocalypse, who knows if there are still cocoa trees. If there are cocoa trees, it would be great to make some cocoa powder and tiramisu, but Jingshu still misses enjoying the silky Dove chocolate! Snickers! Truffle dark chocolate! Crispy rice chocolate! Slurp

The fat police officer still unbuttoned his clothes and said, "The apocalypse has come. I believe everyone here is capable and doing well in the apocalypse, otherwise they would not be willing to spend the virtual currency to live in the expensive VIP channel. But there must be some problems that have troubled everyone here for a long time, that is, there are too many supplies on the body, but there is no armed force to match it, which makes everyone feel very insecure, right?"

Then someone in the audience whispered, "We don't have much stuff. If we get robbed, we can find a police officer."

The fat police officer smiled awkwardly but politely, poked the thin police officer with a hooked nose, and heard a sudden "bang". The hooked nose police officer Wang said lightly, "Liu Mingxian, male, 42 years old, was robbed three times in 2023, and more than a thousand kilograms of corn were robbed in 2024. He is 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 forces are still very important. China used to be forced by national conditions. Now it is the end of the world and the policy is open to guns, but this gun must be registered by our professionals and have a gun license. Come on, your row of guns are loaded, let our customers take a good look."

"Clang!"

Lined up neatly, with a snap, the police officers showed their rifles and pointed them at Jingshu and other lambs to be slaughtered.

Looking at the neat and elegant row of guns, the scene was surprisingly quiet for a moment.