Bug Master In Doomsday

"No, no, no, Yao Ping, the name of the assassination organization does not conform to the function and the style of the bug group that I gave it. Why don't you call it Shadow? The members are all called Shadow Insect Guards."

Wang Mang thought for a while, and he thought of a pretty good name, Shadow Insect Guard, very good, very powerful.

"Brother Mang, this name is really good," Yao Ping nodded in agreement, and the two established that the insect group will stand in the dark world in the future, the most notorious department name: Shadow!

In the next hour, Wang Mang and Yao Ping each elaborated on the idea and structure of the insect group, and finally determined that the general direction and department composition mainly established Wang Mang’s ideas and opinions.

Yao Ping is responsible for all the details.

Wang Mang also gave him 100 parasitic leeches that he created in his time, and 10 of them were second-order parasitic leeches, which were even more effective for controlling some disobedient abilities.

At the same time, he also gave him weapons and equipment piled up in half of the room,

I'll give him everything I can, and we will see how he will perform in the next few days.

Wang Mang sat at a table full of empty dishes and empty bowls, smoking a cigarette, and looking at the back of Yao Ping who had just left, he was full of thoughts.

I have to say that Yao Ping is really a very talented person. At the age of 18, he was a university genius with excellent grades and a talent for management in the civilized era.

The weak and low self-esteem in the past may be that there is no such special platform for him to display his talents. There are many talents in the last days, but not everyone is as lucky as Yao Ping.

For example, Wang Dazhu, who is constructing a bluestone fence with the engineering team, has a very ordinary appearance and body, and his life is also very ordinary.

Working with the engineering team during the day, working hard, sweating, and doing the most fortunate job, carrying bluestone,

After leaving work every day, with a meager salary of a few silver coins, I bought a steamed bun, a plate of vegetarian dishes, and occasionally brought a piece of white wine in bulk. I went home and drank myself, and I was happy.

Although these days are a bit more difficult, there is no need for the life-threatening squads that go out of the city to collect supplies.

One night, Wang Dazhu was happily greeted with familiar workers on the roadside, carrying a copy of the steamed buns and dishes bought in the small restaurant.

Today, I also specially spent three silver coins to buy a Gu liquor. Wang Dazhu, who was in a good mood, hummed a small song and walked back to his shack-like home.

A familiar voice stopped him from the alley: "Brother Dazhu, do you still recognize me?"

Wang Dazhu tilted his head suspiciously and looked into the somewhat dim alley. With the brilliance left by the setting sun, he could vaguely see the figure of the incoming person.

"Are you, Aping?" Wang Dazhu walked a few steps and leaned to the entrance of the alley before shouting out in surprise.

"It's me, Dazhu brother, what? How did you spend these two days? Are you still working in the engineering team?"

Yao Ping, who was called by his name, no longer concealed it. He lifted the hood of his head, revealing a face full of gentle smiles.

"It's really you, Aping, where have you been these two days? Yesterday I went to your house to find you. Other neighbors said you moved away. I thought you had an accident.

But Ping, listen to my brother’s advice, Shishui that beast has his own harvest, and sooner or later there will be a bad retribution. Don’t do anything stupid."

Wang Dazhu was also very surprised when he saw Yao Ping. He walked quickly over and gave him a bear hug. Seeing Yao Ping looked tired, he couldn't help but comfort and remind him.