Chapter 329 Call me Captain Yan, the Yan of the King of Hell
Many thoughts flashed through Jingshu's mind 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, and the park here has to bear the people from two districts at once, so all kinds of supplies are a bit overwhelmed. So she wanted to test it first?
Jingshu's brain started working frantically and she thought of many possibilities. She even made plans to get some blood cut today.
People are such strange creatures. I remember a popular saying on the Internet: I hate cars that force their way in, and I also hate cars that don't let me.
In her previous life, as a member of the disadvantaged group, she thought she should fight against the rich and divide their property. In this life, she became half-rich, but now she is facing the fate of being beaten and divided by the rich. She actually feels unhappy...
As the saying goes, different standpoints lead to different feelings.
Jingshu stood at the door facing pairs of eyes that were looking at her with all kinds of scrutiny, doubt and scrutiny. She was also looking at the people inside.
There are two big guys in the middle of the U-shaped desk.
A man in his thirties, thin and pale, wearing sunglasses, wore his police uniform like a robe. His distinctive hooked nose was particularly striking, adding to his authority. His face was stern. His eyes couldn't be seen clearly through the sunglasses, but judging from his direction, he was looking down at Jingshu.
The other big man was also in his thirties. He had a kind face and looked white and plump. His eyes narrowed into a line when he smiled. He sat there gasping for breath in his police uniform that was almost torn.
Both sides of the U-shaped desk were basically filled with people, dressed differently. There were ladies wearing mink coats, people wearing military coats who looked like farmers, and young people wearing thick down jackets who looked trendy. 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 must be Miss Jing from VIP venue No. 3. Come, come, please take a seat... Please sit in the third seat here. But Miss Jing's outfit is really unique, hehe." The first person to break the awkward situation was the fat police officer who always had a smile on his face.
Jingshu walked through the long corridor, feeling the cold breath of the Chinese rifles. She had no doubt that if something went wrong today, these rifles would spit out the bullets in their chambers.
Although Jingshu's seat was very close to Pang, according to Chinese tradition, this seat of honor did represent identity and status, but her dress and status were really unacceptable.
Jingshu looked at the two people sitting at the head 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 closed his eyes and yawned, swaying back and forth. No one knew whether he was asleep or not, and no one dared to disturb him.
The second position was occupied by a man in a white suit, a white top hat, and spotless, reflective white leather shoes. The entire set of dazzling, reflective clothes made him look out of place in the apocalypse. Jingshu could smell a light, non-pungent perfume from a distance.
To be honest, Jingshu had never seen such an arrogant and ostentatious person before the end of the world. However, Wucheng is in the north, where no one is willing to keep a low profile. It is just like the saying: You can't tell who is rich in the south, and you can't tell who is poor in the north. 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. At the end, he stepped back a little with disgust. Maybe Jingshu's gas mask and cotton coat and trousers scared the uncles and aunts present.
Jingshu: “…”
The obese officer stood up, his uniform about to burst, and said with a smirk, "Don't be nervous, everyone. It's really just a questionnaire. Now that everyone is here, let me introduce myself. I'm the captain of the third team. From now on, you can call me Captain Yan, the Yan of the King of Hell."
Although his smile was kind, his voice was a little 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 get down to business. Actually, this is for the benefit of everyone. Hey, I've worked hard to apply for this for a long time. This is a win-win situation."
Jingshu leaned against the chair, holding the hand warmers in her hands, shaking her folded feet, looking like an obedient aunt listening to the class, while sucking on Dove chocolate in her mouth, letting it slowly melt. The rich and sweet chocolate has always been Jingshu's best snack to kill time.
If conditions permit, she plans to harvest some cocoa seeds and plant some. In this damn apocalyptic world, who knows if there are still cocoa trees left? With cocoa trees, she could make some cocoa powder and make some tiramisu, which would be fantastic. But Jingshu still misses savoring the silky smoothness of Dove chocolate! Snickers bars! Dark chocolate truffles! Crispy rice chocolate! Slurp...
The fat officer still unbuttoned his shirt and said, "The apocalypse has arrived. I'm sure everyone here is capable and doing well in this world, otherwise they wouldn't be willing to spend that virtual currency to stay in the expensive VIP channel. But I'm sure there are some problems that have troubled everyone here for a long time. That is, having too much supplies but no armed forces to match them makes everyone feel very insecure, right?"
Someone in the room whispered, "We don't have much stuff. If anything happens and we get robbed, we can always find a police officer."
The fat officer gave an awkward but polite smile and poked the thin, hook-nosed officer. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Officer Wang, the hook-nosed officer, said calmly, "Liu Mingxian, male, 42 years old. He was robbed three times in 2023 and had thousands of kilograms of corn stolen in 2024. He's known as the fat sheep of 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. In the past, China was forced by national conditions, but now in the end times, the policy has been opened up and people can own guns. However, the guns must be registered with our professionals and have gun licenses. Come on, everyone in the row, load your guns and let our customers take a good look."
“Clang!”
They lined up neatly, and with a snap, the police officers drew their rifles and pointed 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 moment.
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