Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

The middle-aged fat man at the counter directly took out a double-barreled steam shotgun from behind, and said with a sneer, "You don't even look at where this place is. If you want to play tricks, you're courting death. Get out now!"

Said to get out, but actually asked Wang Luo to go out by himself, and their people would deal with it outside.

Wang Luo wasn't nervous at all, instead he laughed and said slowly, "I always thought that there wouldn't be so many idiots in this world, but today it looks like I was wrong."

These people didn't intend to kill Wang Luo in the club, so they didn't feel any threat at all. Wang Luo's right eye [Sharing Eye] was suddenly activated, and two black gouyu spun in the pupil, and the surging killing intent was Under the action of pupil power, it poured into everyone's brain.

The middle-aged fat man suddenly felt his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was pounding. Then he took a few steps back and hit the wall, and the gun in his hand slipped off.

The remaining guards were also uncomfortable, short of breath, and all of them collapsed on the ground in an instant, their eyes full of fear of death.

"What do you want to do...? This is where the Tigers will be!" The middle-aged fat man stammered. He wanted to bend down to get the shotgun, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Compared with the middle-aged fat man who can still speak, other people can't even open their mouths. The hypnotic effect exerted by the pupil power of [Sharingan] far exceeds that of [One of the Heart], because the former can be controlled, Wang Luo found out after several experiments.

Wang Luo put the pistol on the counter back into the holster, tapped the table rhythmically with his right hand, and said slowly: "I want to know what special things happened recently, anything is fine."

The face of the middle-aged fat man changed instantly, and panting heavily, he said, "Are you from the Military Intelligence Investigation Office? Damn it, our boss has already dispersed the people, nothing happened!"

He misunderstood Wang Luo's identity. Apparently, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department of Emerald City has been tossing these local snakes a lot recently, and it can be seen that the middle-aged fat man is not telling lies.

But Wang Luo shook his head and said, "Do you know why I didn't go directly to your boss, Nan Bohu, but came to you bastards? Because I smelled a stench from your body, a rotten and twisted stench. Smell. In the past three days, have you encountered any unreasonable things? Or things that violate your daily living habits."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

The middle-aged fat man said angrily: "What's the situation? If there is a situation, I will definitely report it, and I can get a lot of rewards. Why would I keep it? You are obviously torturing me!"

At this time, a tall and thin guard thought for a while and said, "I have one thing that violates my living habits. I don't like to eat rice, but I ordered a piece of rice at a fast food restaurant on the street yesterday. I feel like eating rice." I ate a lot, but I didn’t feel full, and I was even more hungry when I got home. I originally planned to wait for the fast food restaurant to open for a while and continue to eat.”

"Cut! What's unusual about this? What if the food in that fast food restaurant is delicious?" Lin Jun said dismissively, his eyes full of contempt.

After Wang Luo thought about it, he said, "Have you all been to that fast food restaurant recently?"

Several Tiger Club members looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally raised their hands at the same time, including the middle-aged fat man, there was indeed a problem.

Everyone has different habits and quality of life. Even if the food in a fast food restaurant is delicious, it will not attract everyone to go.

"I ate it too. It was also rice. I didn't seem to have eaten anything else. I was very hungry after I came out."

"I also eat white rice, which is strange, and I don't know why I still want to eat it."

"There's no poison in the rice, right? I'm going to the hospital for a checkup."

Several members of the Tiger Club talked in a hurry, and everyone's face was not very good-looking, and it could even be said that their faces turned pale because of fear.

After Wang Luo asked the address of the store, he took Lin Jun and left.

As soon as he walked out the door, the middle-aged fat man got up frantically, picked up the phone and notified his boss Nan Bohu, and then the news quickly reached Tie Guosheng's ears.

However, this is a process, and Wang Luo has already arrived at this fast food restaurant ahead of schedule.

The facade of the fast food restaurant is not big, it is opened in an inconspicuous corner of the street, the signboard hangs crookedly, with three words "come a bowl" written on it.

There is a seductive aroma constantly wafting from the store, which makes people drool after smelling it. This is a pure temptation of food.

"Sir, is there a problem here?" Lin Jun swallowed and smeared, his eyes fixed on the facade.

"Of course, look at the people waiting outside this store, do you see anything?" Wang Luo raised his chin and asked.

It was only then that Lin Jun noticed that all the guests queuing up to claim the number had no energy, they were out of breath, their eyes were blue, and their expressions were listless.

Some of the guests were missing arms and legs, or missing noses and eyes, and looked weird like ghosts.

"These people have all transformed into non-human beings, and have produced some kind of pollution mutation. Don't go in, just stay in the car." Wang Luo said blankly, and then went into the fast food restaurant alone.

Lin Jun is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't feel weird at all, but Wang Luo is different. The "food aroma" in the surrounding air is clearly full of rancid smell in his senses, and the closer he is to the fast food restaurant, the stronger it is.

Wang Luo directly bought a number from the first customer. Although this customer had eaten twice, he still had basic sense. Faced with the five hundred silver dollars, he really gave up his number and happily went back to the queue.

The waiter who issued the number didn't say anything, but just gave Wang Luo a cold look, and continued to issue the number. After such a short time, some diners came and lined up.

The strange thing is that the whole process was quiet, even a few diners did not talk to each other.

Wang Luo walked into the fast food restaurant. There were about twenty tables, all of which were full of people. In front of each of them was a pot of rice, which was about the same size as the washbasin at home.

Apart from this pot of rice, there was no food to serve, not even a glass of water.

The diners were all holding a spoon, frantically stuffing rice into their mouths, sweat dripping down their foreheads, and their eyes were full of fanaticism, just like refugees who haven't eaten for more than ten days.