Chapter 130 Meow meow meow
After eating more than half a bowl of hot porridge, Wang Peng's forehead was slightly sweaty.
My whole body warmed up and I felt cozy.
The hot porridge completely dispelled the chill that clung to his bones. Wang Peng felt that the blood in his veins had warmed up, as if a hand warmer had suddenly been stuffed into his cold and wet palms in the ice and snow in the middle of winter.
...comfortable.
So comfortable! ! !
Not to mention the incredibly delicious taste of the porridge, the soft and glutinous rice, the salty and fragrant lean meat and preserved eggs, and the golden and fragrant porridge oil.
Although no flavor enhancers are added, the taste of the ingredients themselves is delicious enough to make people unable to stop.
Among factory-produced food enhancers, the more expensive ones have the effect of enhancing physical strength and restoring energy. Of course, this comes at the cost of overdrawing your health. Many mercenaries would rather pay extra money to buy a bowl just to feel the warm feeling all over their bodies.
Like most mercenaries, Wang Peng had always believed that after returning from a mission, if he could buy a bowl of hot porridge filled with flavor enhancers from a stall outside, the fiery stimulation his taste buds and stomach would feel would be the best way to relieve a day's stress.
But now it seems that his previous thoughts were totally wrong!
Like the bowl of porridge in my hand, the taste is obviously not strong, it can even be called light, but that feeling of moistening things silently, that kind of warm and delicate hot porridge that soothes all the fatigue in the body, is really healing.
It is many times more comfortable than drinking hot porridge filled with flavor enhancers.
While drinking the porridge, there were a few moments when Wang Peng was in a trance and forgot where he was.
It seemed as if this was not the end of the world with its cold, danger and scarce resources. It was a quiet night before the end of the world. He had just finished work and was sitting in a porridge shop on a busy street, drinking a bowl of simple but delicious hot porridge...
After finishing more than half a bowl of porridge, Wang Peng put his full attention into drinking the porridge, savoring every mouthful, wishing he could extend the time.
But no matter how carefully you savor it, the bowl of porridge will soon be finished.
"Boss, thank you." Wang Peng put down the empty bowl and sighed, "Your porridge is really delicious. I feel very comfortable after drinking it, as if I have returned to the carefree days before."
"By the way, do you have a purchase limit here?"
The popular snack stalls at the entrance to Area A will have purchase limits. On the one hand, this is because of limited resources, and on the other hand, it is because of hunger marketing and their high prices.
For example, at the pancake stall, each person is limited to buying three pancakes a day.
"There is no purchase restriction yet." Jian Yunlan shook his head.
He had a task to sell 500 bowls of porridge within three days, but in this remote stall, it took a long time for a customer to come. If the purchase was restricted again, he would definitely have no hope of completing the task.
Hearing this, Wang Peng's eyes lit up.
He thought it was too expensive just now, but after drinking this bowl of porridge, Wang Peng now feels that these three credit points are really worth the money. He couldn't wait to hand over his ID card, fearing that Jian Yunlan would not take it:
"Then could you please pack me another bowl of porridge? I'll take it back for my wife to try."
Although there is cheap food in the dining area, even the cheapest food is not affordable for ordinary people, so the only people coming and going here are mercenaries.
Most ordinary people go to the cafeteria to get cheap nutrient solution, which only makes them feel full and has no taste. It can only maintain the most basic survival needs.
Wang Peng’s wife is one of the many ordinary people who have been relying on drinking nutrient solution for a living.
Wang Peng had tried many times to get her to come to the dining area, but his wife firmly refused in order to save money.
They also have a child in daycare, so any money they can save is a good deal.
If Wang Peng had done something as extravagant as spending three credit points to pack a bowl of porridge in the past, his wife would definitely have scolded him for being wasteful.
But Wang Peng can be sure...after drinking the porridge, his wife will definitely not think so.
"Boss, will you still set up the stall here tomorrow?" Wang Peng confirmed again before leaving.
"Yes." Jian Yunlan nodded and replied.
After getting the answer, Wang Peng was completely relieved: "Then I'll come again tomorrow! Thank you, boss, see you tomorrow!"
Jian Yunlan also smiled and waved at him: "See you tomorrow!"
After saying goodbye to Jian Yunlan, Wang Peng left happily with the packed porridge.
The porridge is still hot.
He had to walk faster so that when he returned to the dormitory, the porridge would still be hot and his wife could drink the same hot porridge...
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Wang Peng carried the packaged hot porridge and walked towards the exit of the dining area.
——The entrances and exits of the black market food area are unified and are all in Area A. This is why the stall protection fees in Area A are the most expensive and the customer flow is the highest. All mercenaries, whether entering or leaving, have to pass through Area A, and everyone who passes by will be more or less tempted by the aroma of the food.
Many mercenaries had already finished their dinner, but when they passed by Area A, they could not help but buy more when they smelled the aroma of food full of flavor enhancers. As a result, they wasted a lot of unnecessary money.
In the past, Wang Peng also needed a lot of willpower to restrain his desire to queue up in front of those popular stalls.
But today, when he smelled the fragrance, he felt calm.
…I don’t know why, but after tasting that bowl of porridge, the aroma of flavor enhancers that used to smell so tempting suddenly seemed a bit cheap and industrial.
It doesn't arouse any interest at all.
Have you been tempted by this kind of smell before? Wang Peng found it a little unbelievable.
He was just about to quicken his pace and quickly leave the dining area when he suddenly heard a fierce noise coming from not far ahead.
——"Skinny monkey, don't go too far. Do you really think that after Dong Sheng is gone, no one can deal with you and your dog master Li Zhou? You are just a bully who takes advantage of others' power!"
A male voice sounded with extremely suppressed anger.
Wang Peng looked in the direction of the voice.
The person who was speaking was a man with two long knives on his back. He had a strong body, was nearly two meters tall, had a tanned skin, and had a very short buzz cut. There was a snowflake tattoo on his muscular arm.
Wang Peng had the impression that he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.
The skinny monkey with a pointed face and monkey cheeks was protected by a group of bodyguards. He was a little scared by the man, but he still had an annoying face and said arrogantly:
"I am a bully who relies on the power of others, so what are you guys?! Haha, I think you can't fight even if you want to. Once the leader leaves, you will be nothing at all--"
"you--!!!"
The man who had just spoken and the several young men around him could no longer hold back and veins bulged on their faces.
Only then did Wang Peng realize that there were five or six other mercenaries standing next to the man with a crew cut, both men and women, young and old.
The youngest was a girl who looked like she had just reached adulthood. She had blue hair tied in a low ponytail and was carrying a sniper rifle. At this moment, her eyes were burning with rage as she glared at the skinny monkey. There was even murderous intent in her eyes.
The skinny monkey shrank back in fear.
Several young mercenaries were so angry that they almost wanted to draw their weapons and fight the skinny monkey on the spot.
But at the last moment, a middle-aged man in the team stood up and stopped several people: "Stop! If you kill him now, it will be exactly what they want."
He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s or 50s. He was wearing sunglasses and had a spitting snake coiled on his hand. His face could not be seen clearly.
After saying that, the middle-aged man spoke a few more words in a low voice. Because of the distance, Wang Peng could not hear clearly.
After hearing those words, the anger in the eyes of the young people turned into despair and sadness, and many of them had red eyes instantly.
They glared at the skinny monkey hatefully, stopped talking, and retreated back to the team.
——This group of mercenaries have different ages, genders and outfits, but the only thing they have in common is that they all have a snowflake-shaped tattoo on their arms.
As a fellow mercenary, Wang Peng could tell at a glance that these people were of high rank and strong, at least above level B, and... had a lot of blood on their hands.
"Make way, please make way." Wang Peng took a look and didn't want to look any longer. He just wanted to leave quickly.
However, a group of mercenaries in front were watching the fun and actually blocked Wang Peng's way to the exit.
He tried everywhere to get out but couldn't, so he was forced to watch the fun here.
"Who are they?" Wang Peng asked helplessly.
The mercenary watching nearby glanced at him in surprise: "You don't know this? They are very famous... Do you remember, their previous captain was called Mu Dongsheng?"
Muchongsheng.
This name exploded in Wang Peng's mind like a bolt of lightning.
Because he was too shocked, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and muttered:
"It turns out to be Mu Dongsheng's team..."
No wonder.
No wonder so many people gathered here to watch the fun. Most of these mercenaries in the doomsday are cold-hearted and only care about their own interests.
The only thing that could make so many people stop and watch was something related to Mu Dongsheng.
——In the entire Eastern Base, no one doesn’t know Mu Dongsheng.
The youngest S-class mercenary, the top user of supernatural powers, the one who has been at the top of the record list for killing aliens for many years, the well-known Mu Dongsheng in the entire Eastern Base and even in all human survivor bases.
Mu Dongsheng's name has always been a legend.
Until a week ago.
...Legend, suddenly fell.
It was an ordinary mission to subdue B-level alien species and collect crystal cores. Mu Dongsheng and his gay lover, A-level mercenary Li Zhou, led a small team on the mission. It should have been smooth and simple. With the abilities of Mu Dongsheng and Li Zhou, two hours were enough to complete all the tasks.
But until late that night, neither of them had returned.
It was not until the early morning of the next day that Li Zhou came back alone, bringing Mu Dongsheng's weapons, relics, Mu Dongsheng's supernatural crystal core, and a message.
"We encountered high-risk pollutants of a very high level. We were no match for them at all," Li Zhou covered his face and cried, shaking with tears. "Dong Sheng sacrificed himself to protect me so that I could bring back this information."
No one believed it, especially the members of Mu Dongsheng's team.
They immediately launched a search and rescue operation.
However, time passed day after day, and after three days, there was still no news from Mu Dongsheng.
... Aliens are rampant outside the base, and no one can survive outside the base for more than three days, not even the genius S-level mercenary Mu Dongsheng.
Four days ago, the Eastern Base announced the death of Mu Dongsheng.
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