Did all the strange demons outside the door hear the roar of the adjutant leading the strange demon outside? The little strange demon squeezed his lips and cried.
The big monsters could not comfort the little monsters, but the fists in their legs creaked.
All the strange demon lords actually did not expect that even if it reached that point, the fear demon king still did not appear, and there was still an adjutant who seemed to be the real master of the entire demon king and was insulting him.
"Why did things become like that? Are we really fighting for the Demon King? Are we all just trash who is hiding things from others?"
"Our so-called elites and so-called warriors are all useless. They will break into pieces as soon as they encounter that blue fire monster. Blue fire, blue fire, blue fire... We will use that as an excuse to cover ourselves up.
Is it useless?"
Minghong knew that all of his strange demons were scolded by the adjutant by name. The Lord of Hatred couldn't help but said: "Adjutant, your speech insulted their most heroic warrior..."
"I am brave and my horse!" The adjutant directly interrupted the hateful lord, "We three lords took dozens of elites to encircle and suppress the two so-called S-class humans, and then I was the only lord who escaped, and all the others
Don’t dare to speak. If those of us dare to charge forward, the monsters emitting blue fire will all beg to be killed by us. I have the nerve to say that?”
"Adjutant, you are going too far. Hasn't the Lord Demon King already mastered the Zhanjin Technology? Since the Terror Demons can use Zhanjin Technology, then using Zhanjin Technology to strengthen their combat effectiveness will also improve their combat effectiveness."
Soaring." Another lord also looked at it and said.
"Can our bunch of losers do some decent deeds as soon as possible? He has to ask for it? How strong is the blue fire monster? Even if it takes half an hour to defeat the Terror Demon, we can just send some troops.
Dui, if I use tactics and use my brain, he will be dead a long time ago."
"It's very similar to the information that Happiness gave before. The person who took out the blue fire is afraid of restrictions. Why don't we have some brains and use restrictions to restrict him to death? And then move his legs? It's very Zhanjin Technology,
Lord Dread Lord, if you work hard on Zhanjin technology, you won’t let us wastes hold you back!”
The adjutant punched the table, and the table made of stone instantly turned into powder.
"There are so many buildings and armies that have come to the Demon King's territory. Kill them all for his army! Does he have high requirements? Obey orders and are afraid of death. We can't do it?" It glanced at the others present.
The strange demon lord.
The other demon lords are all suffocating in their hearts. They are all bloody. It would be uncomfortable for anyone to be scolded like this.
Especially, the one who scolded them was not the Dread Lord, but an adjutant.
"The meeting is adjourned! In ten days, he wants the human building to be completely bulldozed!" the adjutant shouted.
All the strange demons left, and soon after, only the adjutant Dong and the strange demon were left in that building.
It respectfully held up the living eyeball on the table and said as if praying: "Dread Lord, please come back quickly, he can no longer act... Lord Fear Lord, where have you been?"
?Didn’t you say you were going to study Zhanjin technology? You were not at the ruins at all, where on earth were you?"
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Tokyo, Shinjuku area.
Qiao Shuya looked at Shiwang, and he also sighed.
I went into several convenience stores in a row and there was no rice there.
Not to mention rice noodles, even though a lot of instant noodles are inedible due to melted plastic strips in Gaondong, there are basically not many edible things outside the convenience store.
The few things that have not spoiled will also be robbed. Everyone rushes over and snatches the first food like crazy.
Qiao Shuya felt that he knew how to store happy water in the cellar. The happy water in the refrigerator was gone during that incident, but if the batch in the cellar was very good, wouldn't there not be many such stored materials in Tokyo?
He first came to a convenience store. Unlike other places, there was actually a large amount of supplies for sale.
It seemed that the supplies were not stored locally in Tokyo, but were urgently transported from surrounding cities after the disaster. Qiao Shuya also walked forward to buy them.
"Rice costs 10 people's coins per pound, 10 people joins the coin per catty! Flour costs 13 people's coins per catty!" someone shouted with a loudspeaker.
Qiao Shuya: "???"
No matter how wrong he was about commodity prices or food prices, he still felt that the prices were extremely outrageous.
Normally, the price of rice is 2 yuan per kilogram, usually around 1.2-1.5 yuan per kilogram, and flour is about the same price, but now it has almost doubled.
Robbery?
Qiao Shuya felt speechless at this time.
He went to take a look, and many people were ready to grab it, but when they saw the price, they couldn't help but feel sick.
Qiao Shuya patted the bags of rice. As he expected, those were supplies that were urgently delivered by nearby cities after the disaster in Tokyo. They were labeled as "aid supplies".
But now those aid supplies are being sold at ten times the price, and Qiao Shuya no longer knows how to complain.
"Ten people's coins per pound, is my rice made of gold or silver?" Qiao Shuya patted a bag of rice, and the bag with "aid materials" printed on it looked particularly dazzling.
"Hey, his rice was shipped here urgently from nearby. Let me see where in Tokyo there is good food in the hot weather yesterday? I think it's expensive, but he thinks it's cheap!" Qiao Shuya's words obviously made him angry.
Some people are unhappy.
And many people actually echoed: "No, no, the price of rice in Tokyo has been below 5 yuan per catty before. Isn't that normal that time? If I don't buy, get out of the way and they will buy!"
"
Qiao Shuya didn't know if that person was really stupid, or if they were completely frightened because of yesterday's high temperature, and were afraid of encountering the same disaster again.
He sighed and looked at the whole of Tokyo. It seemed that people had not recovered from the disaster. At this time, everyone was searching everywhere for food, water, or electric fans.
Especially electric fans, the small ones, are selling like crazy there.
He went to look at several other markets again, and sure enough, the supplies that could be circulated there were food that was not easily affected by high temperatures, such as noodles, canned food, etc.
As for rice, the cheapest one costs 8 people's yuan per pound.
To make matters even more confusing, merchants in many places have begun to mix rice that has problems with high temperatures with good rice, making it difficult to prevent it.
From the few markets near home, you can realize what kind of situation the whole of Tokyo is currently in. One word is "chaos".
There is chaos in prices, chaos in the government management of District 11, chaos in people's hearts, and the gradual beginning of order. It seems that no one is supervising District 11 at this time.
The market in District 11, which was originally known as "the honest people of District 11", or "the spirit of the craftsman" and the "convenience store fairy", now amazed Qiao Shuya.
Marseille”.
Where is the government? The Prime Minister?
Oh, it seems that half of the people in the Hongma family are shunned by the government, and the whole family was named and killed one by one by the Watchmen Association.
The Prime Minister also seemed to be dying of the heat.
He felt that he was not in the modern metropolis of Tokyo, but in Fuso during the Warring States Period, or in the island country where the black ships were involved in the late Edo period.
I raised my head and looked at it. On the big screen of the skyscraper, the slogan "See a bright future from every day" appeared.
Qiao Shuya initially bought a bag of rice, and then took advantage of it to steal the rice. After being threatened by the casserole fist, the "convenience store fairy" not only refunded the money, but also gave him a bag of good rice.
To the east of "reason", the honest person from District 11 did not listen to his reason and silently returned the money, as compensation for a bag of good rice.
When Qiao Shuya put the rice back in the trunk, he heard the sobs of a woman in the corner.
"He insists not to leave. Mom and Dad, the house he bought with a loan will be unfinished tomorrow. The bank said that the developer is not from the Hongma family. Now the Hongma family is gone. All the unfinished houses have been sold.
There will no longer be an engineering team to take over, but if he doesn’t ask for a big loan... he won’t survive, parents, he won’t survive...”
Qiao Shuya saw the urban beauty who was on the phone.
She wore heavy makeup, which seemed to cover up her extremely haggard face.
She kept calling and complaining about being squeezed by the company, being fired from the company, and the house she purchased with a 30-year loan was forcibly unfinished because the developer denied the Hongma family members. Everything was like a mountain for her to complain about.
She was complaining about why those aristocratic families and clubs did not have limited liability, while individuals had unlimited liability. Even if the house was in ruins, she would have to ask the bank for a loan to continue to complete the loan.
Even her company went bankrupt and liquidated. She got nothing but a letter. The money she had left made it impossible for her to rent a house.
Until, the voice of the crying urban beauty gradually became hoarse.
The last straw that broke the camel's back seemed to be the price of rice, which had increased more than ten times.
Qiao Shuya listened silently for a while. He raised his head and looked at the advertising screens covered with skyscrapers in the metropolis. They were all filled with advertisements from various companies. In that short time, Qiao Shuya
Ya saw advertisements for stocks, Qiuye, Bozi soda, and slogans such as "Beautiful people are thinking about the future."
But here, there is a group of ordinary people gathering around various markets to collect supplies.
And people who, like that urban beauty, are forced to live without a chance to live.
In District 11, many people do not have the habit of saving money, and most people are not even able to borrow money to spend money in advance. But in the face of such a disaster, spending money in advance will tell those people how to behave.
Qiao Shuya sighed, and he looked at it curiously. The urban beauty seemed to be very beautiful, and she seemed to be able to make money that he could not imagine easily and easily just by becoming bad.
Could it be that she just wanted to live with dignity?
Carrying the rice silently, he took out his wallet and stuffed a few banknotes in it, not much, just enough to buy a bag of rice now. He threw the wallet with his legs, and the urban beauty
Not far away, the voice was very soft, and she asked to get up so she could see the wallet.
Qiao Shuya left silently, so as not to make the vulnerable people look bad.
He came to where the jeep was parked.
There were many beauties standing on the street. Qiao Shuya took a look and found that they all seemed to be red-collar workers working in office buildings. Many of them seemed to have been working out or practicing yoga for a long time. They were all in good shape and could wear makeup.
Let those "Shibuya hot girls" feel the blow of dimensionality reduction.
However, at this time, they seemed to be looking around, looking for their goals, and some were playing tricks, scratching their fingernails on the screen, as if they were chatting and typing. The long frame of flashing neon light boxes behind them alternately
Advertising of hotels and guesthouses.
It seems that it is not so easy to make money by going bad at that time...
He started the ignition, and the Jeep's engine made a noise like a tractor, and it seemed that it had also been severely damaged by the high temperature.
At this time, the motor vehicle lanes seemed to have lost traffic order, and the entire 11th District government seemed to be completely paralyzed.
He drove out of the market with difficulty and begged to get out of there, it would be much easier to walk outside.
"Bang!" Something fell from the front to the ground, and people around started shouting, "It's dead! It's dead!"
There were many onlookers, some calling the police, some calling for an ambulance, and many standing aside and pointing.
Qiao Shuya stretched out his head and took a look. There was only a corpse on the ground with twisted and broken limbs. The entire spine seemed to have sunk in. The person who jumped from the building had obviously died on the spot.
However, did Qiao Shuya discover that the clothes on the body were the urban beauty who had just complained that she could not survive...
He reversed silently and the jeep left in the other direction.
There is no hope.
He did not go to see the body again, but drove straight away.
The on-board radio was on, and at this time it was broadcasting the host's advice urging people to wait patiently for help. But then, Qiao Shuya soon heard another person on the radio reporting that 18 people committed suicide by lying on the trains in Tokyo the other day, and the number of people who committed suicide by jumping off the building
Statistics of more than 60 people.
The suicide rate in Tokyo has always been very high.
The jeep rumbled back to Weining's office. The car seemed to be unable to withstand it any longer. The engine made a creaking sound as if it was a rusty machine being forced to run.
"Why are you coming back so slowly? Is it difficult to buy rice?" Yuan Zhi stared at Qiao Shuya with his mouth bulging.
They seemed to have already prepared rice, instead of rice, they were cooking wheat noodles.
Qiao Shuya didn't know where he kept the noodles at home, but Yuan Zhihuan didn't know when he bought them, but Bu noodles seemed to be more resistant to high temperatures than Mi Qiu at that time. Yuan Zhihuan saw that Qiao Shuya had been out for a long time.
I didn't buy any rice, so I silently cooked the noodles first.
There were three large empty bowls in front of Lao Chen, and it looked like he couldn't wait to eat a lot.
At this time, he was talking about the fourth bowl, and then Qiao Shuya saw Lao Chen crazily squeezing the bottle of chili sauce into the bowl as if squeezing butter. While squeezing, he said: "Our
Why is the chili sauce on the side tasteless?"
Qiao Shuya's mouth twitched when he saw it.
"It seems that it is really difficult to buy rice..." Qiao Shuya was a little embarrassed. He did waste a lot of time, and then asked, "How many floors can I carry that bag of rice?"
"Just put it in the kitchen on the first floor. Huahua is there. That bag of rice won't last long. He should ask people in the family to send supplies tomorrow. They also seem to be asking for a cellar or something to store more things." Yuan Zhihuan said.
Seems to be thinking about it.
Qiao Shuya didn't dare to answer. Their family had a cellar, but it contained hundreds of boxes of happy water, and there was no room to store anything else.
No, dig another one?
"Am I worried about anything?" Yuan Zhi looked at Qiao Shuya fiercely, and she suddenly asked with a concerned tone.
"No way, he just lost his way on the road of life." Qiao Shuya said casually, as if he was deceiving a primary school student.
"Talk like a human being." Yuan Zhihen now knows what Qiao Shuya's peeing is like.
"They should go and kill the Prime Minister." Qiao Shuya suggested, "I heard that the Prime Minister over there is very evil."