my skynet wife

"This steamed bun is really weird. Only Chinese profiteers can make it."

Four taels of grain a day, that is, two steamed buns. If we follow the regulations, it should be four taels of dry flour. If it is enough, people should not starve to death. But what Guo Zhenbei saw was the one who was dizzy from his cigarette.

The steamed buns that guy brought out made him admire those profiteers.

I don’t know what method those guys used. The steamed buns look quite big and loose, but if you pinch them with your hands, they would probably be only about the size of a finger egg.

"Aren't these bastards afraid of starving to death by steaming such weird steamed buns?"

Guo Zhenbei's inquiry was only met with a sidelong glance from the security guard sitting there. He looked as if he had discovered an alien. Then he shrugged indifferently, indicating that he was still satisfied with the life in front of him.

"Of course we won't starve to death! People don't give us enough, so we won't think of ways to do it ourselves. How can anyone still grow a few vegetables in a flower pot! And if you are a security guard like me, of course there are also people in the store..."

Guo Zhenbei seemed to have seen that more than half of the steamed buns that were supposed to be steamed with four taels of grain were taken away by profiteers. As for where they went, just look at the following things. If Guo Zhenbei knew

If he advances or retreats, he should understand that he has touched a warning line that should not be touched.

The boss, who had been looking at Guo Zhenbei warily, had just put down the walkie-talkie. He probably didn't know who he was talking to. After he put down the walkie-talkie, his eyes became arrogant. He probably had contacted someone who was supporting him.

Who.

"Hey, what do you do, wandering around here?"

The contempt and vigilance in their eyes really looked like those old ladies wearing red sleeve bands in the 1950s and 1960s. It's just that those respectable old ladies were doing it for the safety of the families' homes, but what about this bastard in front of them?

After just raising his eyes and glancing briefly, Guo Zhenbeishui could almost determine his identity. At least his face was glowing red, and at least the store was full of fresh vegetables. He didn't need to investigate where he came from, he could just guess with a guessing machine.

get.

However, Siweier disagrees with Guo Zhenbei's tendency to "guess". As an intellectual, she values ​​"data." Whether it is images or numbers, collecting data and comprehensively analyzing it are the real means of determining a person's identity.

Guo Zhenbei turned around and exposed his leg with the quick-draw gun holster in front of the shop owner. He looked at the boss and warned him that if he kept pestering him, he would not end well.

When he saw the "Magic" pistol used by the "Thunder Hammer Powered Armor" on the side of Guo Zhenbei's leg, which was larger than the Desert Eagle, he closed his mouth tightly, and then immediately

He hid in the office behind his store.

Of course, this is of no use. It will only make Guo Zhenbei feel ridiculous. Because no matter where he is hiding, the "magic" shot can penetrate several layers of walls in front of him, and Guo Zhenbei is sure that he is absolutely safe at such a distance.

Able to blow his head off.

"Such a little person is not worth killing..."

Just when Guo Zhenbei was sneering, his "brain partner" Xiaomi sent the information about the store owner collected by Siweier. It even made his "business method" clear.

In the "virtual vision", what Guo Zhenbei saw directly was the picture. At this moment, the small vendors who were running away on the street, a large part of their goods would be confiscated by the city g and become the income of the urban management.

In addition, the person responsible for distributing food in Xi'an is the Chenggong, and the "strange steamed buns" are not from the hands of profiteers. Instead, the urban management officials have deducted half of them. The per capita 4 taels of dry flour has become a daily

Two puffy "strange steamed buns".

And it needs to be explained that the purpose of this is just to exchange all the valuable things they have for food for the hungry survivors. If all the valuable things are exchanged, they will have no choice but to provide food for the hungry survivors at a very low price.

Those who control all the growing areas work and exchange the fresh vegetables grown at home for the most basic life-saving food.

Then the end of the entire profit chain is the store in front of you. This store is responsible for selling flour and vegetables, and in exchange for a large amount of food "special for the class", which is obtained from more ordinary people, who use the balconies and windowsills of their homes.

Wait for all the vegetables grown wherever they can be grown.

"This bastard...!"

Although he is a small person, his behavior also made Guo Zhenbei believe that everyone in the entire profit chain should be killed. If they do not care about the most basic moral rules of mankind because of greed, then they will remain in the world.

It's really a waste of food.

Seeing Guo Zhenbei's hand touching the handle of the pistol, the security guards in the store became nervous even though they were still in a "smoking drunk" state.

"Hey, brother, let's go quickly, the boss's backstage is very fierce!"

However, Siweier had no intention of stopping Guo Zhenbei. Killing a profiteer would have no impact on her. As long as her "dear husband" was happy, she didn't care how many such profiteers would die.

Of course, Swell has a moral code. At least as her "husband", she said that anyone who touches the most basic morality of mankind in this catastrophe should be killed. This means that more people's heads will be blown off.

Fortunately, he is not a murderous person. Generally speaking, when Guo Zhenbei deals with such matters, he will always catch the big ones and let go of the small ones.

"Ferocious, how fierce are they?"

Out of anger, Guo Zhenbei, who planned to kill the store owner, sneered. He couldn't imagine how vicious a profiteer like that could be, and even wondered if he didn't feel wronged because of his actions.

Although before the disaster, there was a culture in China where people were extremely justified in doing bad things. Even if they did bad things, someone would always come out to smooth things over, muddying the waters in the pool, and causing the public's moral standards to decline due to repeated disappointments.

But now is the biochemical apocalypse. Can the Chinese still oppress, bully or even insult the Chinese people in this way when it is extremely dangerous and mankind is almost extinct?

That's probably too inappropriate, and Guo Zhenbei doesn't want to live in an environment where all Chinese people are "the walking dead". Especially when he has a gun in his hand and "Thor's Hammer Powered Armor" on his body, he should

There was no ambiguity at all when taking action.

The security guards or store thugs who took Guo Zhenbei Powder have a good impression and respect for him. After all, at this time, the person who can walk on the street armed with weapons and even hold out cigarettes is probably the most popular person.

Which "adult" is visiting privately via incognito service?

"No, brother, look over there!"

The speaker is obviously much younger than Guo Zhenbei, but when he calls Guo Zhenbei, he calls him "eldest brother". This word has already been plated with a layer of "gold" in China, and is called "big brother" by others.

People who are "big brothers" often have abilities that others don't have.

"No, we can't, that's the life of my family...!"

Following Guo Zhenbei's gaze, he glanced in the direction of the man who called him "Big Brother" with his mouth open. An extremely discordant sound came from the street, and that sound sounded a little familiar to Guo Zhenbei. Even his

"Brain Companion" Xiaomi, the next moment has given the owner of the voice.

"Five in one, is he really unlucky?"

Looking over following the sound, what I saw was a group of people in uniforms. The vendor selling "five-in-one" was picked out from the crowd. At this moment, several people were tugging at his sheets that served as his "shop", trying to get him out of the crowd.

Take that disgusting "five-in-one" away from your hands.

Although such food will not appear in "stores", mosquitoes are still meat even though they are small!

"Master... Master, this is the fate of my family. You can't do this..."

The young man had no regard for his dignity at this time. He grabbed his "shop" with his hands, knelt on the ground and shouted "Master" loudly. The bystanders around him were also survivors with sallow faces and thin muscles, helpless.

At the same time, they don't even have anger anymore.

As for the reason why they are not angry, it is because Guo Zhenbei's "brain companion" Xiaomi has just been highlighted with a highlighted line on the "virtual field of vision", and it is among the things carried on his back in the city.

That's nothing else, it's the crossbow in the "rescue box". Some people have even taken the crossbow from their bodies, and it seems they plan to use the "five-in-one" one in front of them that doesn't "enlighten" and keeps calling them "ye".

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The hoarse roar, the tears in his eyes, and the begging voice had no effect on those in uniform.

"Damn it, I told you not to occupy the road for business and not to set up stalls on the street. Everyone is a pig and can't remember it!"

Looking at this scene, Guo Zhenbei did not take action. He knew that there was only one reason for such "chaos", and that was to completely monopolize the market so that the "special supply class" could get something for nothing.

In fact, managers should "get something for nothing", but if their "gain" exceeds the level that others can bear, and their "gain" has challenged the most basic human morality. Just like the "Unmanned Aircraft Research Center"

If they are the same as Director Ji, then their heads should be blown off.

However, as far as Guo Zhenbei is concerned, he hopes that after completing the replenishment of small arms and ammunition for the military and police, the current matter will end naturally. Because a large amount of external materials will collapse the entire interest chain. And such external interference

, is the fundamental means to end the problem at hand.

To say that these uniformed people in front of me, as well as the "store" owners who have hid in the back office, are just small and unworthy characters. With the disintegration of the entire interest chain, I believe they will also put an end to them. At that moment, it touches

Moral bottom line behavior.

What Guo Zhenbei doesn't want to say is that when the biochemical apocalypse comes, there will not be many Chinese people left. If one less person can die, then one less person will die!