Chapter 197 Conspiracy Chat Room
Ordinary people would feel hungry if they skipped a meal, let alone Fubao's appetite has always been different from that of ordinary people.
She drank half the chicken soup and ate most of the chicken. She then chewed the tender pork shank with great pleasure.
She ate more than twenty pieces of the secret ribs in the casserole, and finally had seven bowls of sauerkraut soup with rice, and finally felt full.
She took a plastic bag to put the leftover bones in, and grandma hurriedly said, "You don't have to clean it up, put it down and let me do it. You are all busy, and I have nothing to do all day. I am bored."
Fu Bao smiled and said, "I'm not going to throw it away, I'm going to take it out for Hei Mei to eat."
She packed a large bag of chicken bones, pork bones and ribs and hurried out.
The grandmother was left with a puzzled look, muttering, "Black girl? A black girl, you can't mistreat her like this."
When Fubao got outside, the older sister was squatting on the motorcycle guarding it obediently.
"Big sister!" Fubao waved his hand, and it jumped down hurriedly, jumping around Fubao.
A large bag of bones was poured out, which really opened the eyes of the elder sister. It had never eaten such a good meal since it was born. This meal was tantamount to a full banquet for dogs in the end times.
Looking at the big girl wagging her tail and eating heartily, Fubao leaned on the motorcycle and began to ponder.
Luo Jiu didn't say where she was, and they probably didn't know where she was either. It seemed she had to keep looking.
Luo Jiu asked her to bring reinforcements, which was strange. Human beings were almost extinct, where could they find reinforcements?
This is not the last time and space, where a single order could mobilize millions of troops. This is the end of the world, with zombies everywhere, who can be mobilized?
Fu Bao was thinking and muttering: "Big sister, where can I find reinforcements?"
The older sister put down the delicious bone in her mouth, ran to a nearby place and pulled a zombie over to her.
Fubao: "You want me to bring the zombies over?"
The older sister nodded.
Confused zombie: "I heard you were looking for humans everywhere, have you found any?"
Fu Bao gritted his teeth and told him in zombie language, "We're almost there. Go tell them to follow me. There's human flesh to eat."
An expression of joy appeared on the zombie's broken face, and he immediately dragged his bony legs to report the good news to the rest of the zombie community.
Fubao patted the elder sister's head. The elder sister squatted down and continued to chew the delicious bones.
The eldest sister’s dog life has reached its peak, but the lower class in the superpower base are living a life worse than dogs.
Diannan was right. In this dark base of superpowers, Diannan held absolute power and resources.
He is the master here, and the part he cannot enjoy will be shared among the dozen or so high-level psychics here.
Dozens of mid-level psychics are involved in management work and can barely fill their stomachs.
However, the more than 500 primary psychics in the base, who are responsible for 95% of the labor and work, can only get 5% of the food and water and are in a state of hunger for a long time.
Diannan is an extremely narcissistic and arrogant man. He thinks that he deserves everything because he has the most powerful superpowers.
He regards everyone else as his slaves and tools, and the vast majority of people in the base are suffering endless oppression and exploitation.
Before the sun rises every day, junior psychics are forced to get up from the floor and start their day's work.
They were driven to production bases, incineration sites, purification sites, etc. Senior psychics held whips and whipped the slow-moving junior psychics from time to time, urging them to speed up.
The base for the psychics is very backward. They have no rebirth or space, so naturally they don’t have any supplies stored in advance or a large amount of tool reserves.
In a small piece of farmland at the production base, a dozen people can only dig the soil by hand.
With no seeds, they could only grow potatoes.
But they had no planting experience and no fertilizer, so the seedlings naturally grew crooked and looked as if they were shriveled.
Cheng Yaoyao loosened the soil for a while and was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back. Just as she sat down to catch her breath, the elder sister next to her hurriedly reminded her, "Hurry up, or you'll be beaten if the manager sees you."
Cheng Yaoyao frowned, and then she heard a snapping sound and felt a burning pain on her back.
She turned around and saw a mid-level psychic holding a whip and shouting, "No slacking off!"
Cheng Yaoyao stared at him, making him feel goosebumps all over. "What are you looking at?"
Cheng Yaoyao smiled slightly, "I want to remember you, what's your name?"
"Remember me? Humph!" The man sneered, "Do you want revenge? An ordinary person like you, who doesn't even have superpowers, will always be worthy of being trampled under my feet.
But since you asked, I will kindly tell you, my name is Lei Guiyuan, please remember it well."
Cheng Yaoyao nodded, gritted her teeth and continued to work. While going to the bathroom, she retrieved her diary from her space.
Sure enough, the diary in his hand was written by Luo Jiu.
Writing a diary is a hint. Through the diary, they can leave messages on it and communicate the situation in real time.
Luo Jiu: "It's 9:40 now, I've started working in the incinerator, it's damn hot here, the conditions are very difficult.
Their attitude towards the workers is very bad. I guarantee that within a month, we will be able to wipe out the ugly man and all his accomplices, and the emancipated serfs will sing.
How are you guys? Are you still holding up?"
Cheng Yaoyao replied, "It's 10:05 now. I can still hold on. But I was just whipped by the manager. If I hadn't thought about Sister Qi still being in their hands, I would have wanted to kill him right away."
Luo Jiu: "How could this happen? Are you in pain? Find a way to get to the back wall, I'll apply medicine on you."
Cheng Yaoyao: "I can't leave. I heard from Sister Ma that everyone will have lunch together at noon. See you at lunch."
Luo Jiu: "Okay, but you have to tell me first, what is that person's name?"
Cheng Yaoyao: "Lei Guiyuan."
Ten minutes later, Zhong Jialing hid in the cleaning room, took out her diary, and wrote down three words: "Kill him!"
Lei Guiyuan was still dominating the production base, but he didn't know that there was a chat room he didn't know about that was plotting a murder plan.
When it was lunch time, Lei Guiyuan went to the dining area as usual.
Cheng Yaoyao looked at his back, turned around, took out her diary, and quickly wrote down the latest news: "He's out."
Lei Guiyuan was passing through the long and narrow passage as usual, when he suddenly felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck. Zhong Jialing hit him on the back of his head with a stick, and he fainted instantly.
When he woke up again, his hands and feet had been tied up by Luo Jiu and Zhong Jialing, and a piece of rag was stuffed in his mouth, so he could only make whimpering sounds.
Luo Jiu kicked him hard, "Be quiet! If you make any more noise, I'll kill you immediately."
Lei Guiyuan was just confused as to why these two men tied him up here. Then he heard footsteps approaching. Lei Guiyuan was delighted, as reinforcements had arrived!
But when the door was pushed open and he saw the face of the person who came in, he was completely desperate.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
