God level takeaway system

"Did you go there again?" Zhu Dachang said.

"No, I can still go there to play, just to drink some wine." The young man said.

Zhu Dachang shook his head, looked at Wang Mian and said, "This is my younger brother, named Zhu Yuanzhang.

At such an old age, I don't pay attention every day. "

The hand that Wang Mian reached out to shake froze, and he looked at Zhu Yuanzhang intently.

"The name of your family is really strange."

Wang Mian said in order to avoid embarrassment.

"Yeah, my dad has no culture. When we were in the countryside, my dad raised a few pigs. When my mom gave birth to our two brothers.

Dare to kill a pig, so..."

"Understood, understood, it's nothing, names don't distinguish between high and low, at least your two brothers are now considered dignified figures." Wang Mian said.

"Brother, last time I wanted to enter your God of Cookery company, they refused to let me in, even if I gave 10 yuan, how did you get in?" Zhu Yuanzhang sat next to Wang Mian and said.

"Well, our God of Cookery Company has a very loose salary, but there are indeed too many applicants, and it is impossible to recruit all the applicants, right? I just have a good time." Wang Mian explain.

"Do you want to join God of Cookery?" Wang Mian said, "Can I give you a business card?"

Before Zhu Yuanzhang could speak, his brother said pleasantly beside him, "Really, little brother, thank you so much."

"Brother, I don't want to join God of Cookery anymore. It's not that I can't buy seafood porridge, and it's not that I can't dance aerobics. Why bother?" Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"You brat, you bought a bowl of seafood porridge. After passing through the hands of several people, it turned out to be a sky-high price of 5000 yuan a bowl. How much money did you lose?"

"It's more expensive to spend some money, but I'm free, so I have more time to do gymnastics?" Zhu Yuanzhang argued.

With a business card in Wang Mian's hand, Zhu Dachang said, "Brother, don't listen to him, this day's [-] seafood porridge, even the rich can't afford it."

"Brother, you are too petty, you earn nearly 5000 million a year, and even more this year, 1 a day, to you, isn't it just drizzle?
Seeing his elder brother, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression became more and more angry, and he said with some horror: "Brother, you won't leave me alone, will you?" "

Zhu Dachang said helplessly: "Brother, if you are sincere, please give me your business card. I will do his work in the future. He idles around every day and makes friends with some scum, and they are all scum who fight. He is easy to get caught. downhill.

It is also very good to let him calm down. "

"I am very grateful for your kindness, I know the ghostly neutrality of this business card." Zhu Dachang said.

Wang Mian smiled and handed over the business card.

Just at this moment, a person suddenly squeezed in through the door of the office. This person was full of panic.

"Go out, do you understand the rules? Didn't you see that I was receiving distinguished guests?" Zhu Dachang said with some hesitation.

The man instinctively stood still first, then trembling all over, he fell to his knees and cried bitterly, "Boss, it's not good."

"Is your mother dead, or is your father dead?" Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"This..." The man paused and said, "Boss, there are many people in the factory, some of them suddenly went crazy and bit their colleagues crazily!!!"

"What," Zhu Dachang said with his eyes wide open, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's true, boss, how can I make such a joke?" said the employee.

Frowning, Zhu Dachang rushed out of the office anxiously, while Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Is someone playing Resident Evil?" and followed him out.

Wang Mian frowned slightly, and followed him out.

When I got outside, I heard the workers running around and chattering.

It seems to have seen something horrible in the workshop.

"Pigs have souls. They are here for revenge after killing so many pigs." Someone said nonsense.

Zhu Dachang grabbed someone and said, "What's going on?"

"Master Mai had a quarrel with someone just now, and then he suddenly picked up the killing-pig knife..." The caught man seemed to have a nervous breakdown and suddenly said: "I don't know, I don't know, it's the pig god possessed , sin."

Zhu Dachang looked ferocious, and let go of him immediately.

On the other hand, Zhu Yuanzhang looked excited, without any trace of fear.

"Sure enough, the modern version of Zhu Yuanzhang is really courageous, isn't he?"

The three of them ran into the workshop directly in the opposite direction of the running crowd.

As soon as he entered the workshop, Zhu Dachang turned pale and vomited straight away.

There were corpses all over the floor, some were missing arms, some were missing legs, and some were even missing half of their heads.

Human blood and pig blood were mixed together, staining the ground red, and the smell of human offal mixed with pig's offal was even more disgusting.

In the thousand-square-meter workshop, there was only one fat middle-aged man, holding a bloody butcher's knife in his hand, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

"Even if you can't run away, all human beings deserve to die." He whispered softly?

"Master Mao, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yuanzhang took a look at this moment, and said to Master Mao who was throwing up madly beside him.

"Humans, too fragile, are a species that shouldn't exist."

All of a sudden, Master Mao stepped on the blood on the ground, and rushed towards Zhu Yuanzang at the speed of a cheetah.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked terrified at this moment and wanted to run outside.

Nazhu Dachang was even more frightened and sat down on the bloody ground.

When this master Mao was about to rush in front of the two of them, Wang Mian kicked him and flew 7,8 or [-] meters away, dragging the blood on the ground into two ravines?

"Humanity must die." His voice seemed to have phlegm in his throat.

Wang Mian's blow just now had already shattered the internal organs of Master Mao, but he still struggled to get up.

Seeing Wang Mian, he kicked Master Mao so far, Zhu Yuanzang who ran to the door, and Zhu Dachang who was sitting on the ground were all stunned.

The next moment, Wang Mian jumped seven or eight meters away, took out the blood-red brush in the air, swiped it in the air, and a blood-colored crescent moon cut off Master Mao's neck with a bang.

The head flew more than ten meters high, and landed on the ground with a heavy bang.

It was as if everything had come to a halt.

The phone vibrated, Wang Mian took out the phone, "Hello!?"

"Boss, there seems to be riots in many places in Shangjing?"

"It's more than that. It can be said that similar situations have happened in many cities in China."

Wang Mian turned around, walked outside and said, "What's the reason?"

"I don't know, boss, it seems to be so suddenly,"

"Be careful—" Zhu Dachang reminded at this time.

"Huh!?" Wang Mian was startled, and a beautiful roundabout kick directly hit one person.

It was Master Mao, whose head and neck were intact and his head had grown back.

It was cut by the blood red brush, is it all right?

This was the first time Wang Mian encountered a strange situation.

Those who were hacked to death by Master Mao just now stood up unsteadily.

The mutilated parts of their bodies condense blood and energy to form organs, and in the blink of an eye, they become pale, evil humans.

"Hmph!" Wang Mian snorted coldly, flung out a ball of black fire, and was burning with thoughts of Master Mao who had sneaked up on him just now. That Master Mao seemed to have developed a wit and wanted to dodge, but his strength was too weak and he was entangled by the black fire. .

With a shrill scream, it instantly turned into ashes. This is not the end. The black fire has a tendency to spread. Using the blood on the ground as fuel, it directly burns all the people who have just stood up in the entire workshop.