"Materials? Sorry, we really don't need it!"

Finger carried the camera and the piles of coke cans were placed in the corner: "Did you see this box of happy water? We can make it on site and supply it unlimitedly. Can you? At most you can only eat mashed potatoes and rotten vegetables leaves!"

In order to show his superiority, Finger unscrewed a bottle of Coke on the spot and snorted at Damonster's face.

After taking a sip, he poured the coke can into the toilet: "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen it for using Coke as a toilet cleaning method?"

"You..." Damonster's fist became hard and his eyes were about to burst out.

"And there is champagne, can you get this thing? And this Dongpali? This whiskey? You can try it with a bottle?" Every time you report a wine name, Finger can take out a bottle of corresponding goods from the refrigerator, open it for a drink, and smell the aroma of the wine through the screen.

In today's era, the once prominent expensive wines are even more scarce than gold and diamonds. Perhaps this can be found in some well-preserved wine cellars

Some wine, but it must have been rotten. In this era where death elements are everywhere in any corner of the world, most foods have a short lifespan.

Because of this, Damonster was so furious. Why can a mere human being enjoy these things unscrupulously in front of him? Why is this doomsday stronghold so rich in supplies?

And why is this guy so cheap? That's not a casual look from temporary clothes, but a real performance-level humble person!

According to nature's law of survival of the fittest, shouldn't this unregulated defeated dog-goer have been eliminated in crises long ago? Why can he survive until now? Why? Why? Why?

After displaying the rich wine reserves, Finger began to show his food reserves. In addition to the dazzling array of vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, he also showed a miniature ranch and farm where a cow in the ranch mooed at Damonster.

Not only are there rich material reserves, but there is also a lot of muscle space to show off your muscles in spiritual entertainment, such as the rows of game consoles and computers in the warehouse, and even the pair of mahjong they brought from far away Siberia are listed...

"Tell you, we even have women playing here! Look, these beautiful girls are so white and fat! Can you play with them?" Finger grabbed Charlotte in his armpit and pressed the camera on her face.

"Get out! I just got a good card! I'm going to touch myself soon!"

Charlotte resisted, and somehow, the camera on Finger's side had snowflakes, making a sizzling sound.

Damonster finally collapsed and began to yell at all costs to attack. He took down the stronghold at all costs and nailed all the people inside to the bronze pillar. The ***, named Finger, had to be broken into pieces by himself!

This offensive order was not implemented, and his subordinates carried him aside and let him blew the cold wind to quench his breath.

On the other side, Finger sighed and sat down and thought carefully about what to do next.

Following this progress, they can indeed hold on for a long time, but if those dragon clans really fight to the death, they can finally break the fortress... although this is likely to happen after Damonster went completely crazy.

Before Finger could adjust his mentality, the screen that had just turned off was on again.

"I'm going to have another round so soon?" Finger was stunned and thought to himself that he was spurting out his feelings for this Dragon Clan man?

After the screen lights up, no screen appears, only snowflakes and noises.
Chapter completed!