Bug Master In Doomsday

"I ask you, there are not many people who enter and exit the checkpoints at ordinary times. Are all the people who leave the gathering place hunting monsters?"

Wang Mang lit a cigarette, half-leaning on the Land Rover car and asked the two of them.

"Big brother, big brother, I know, I used to record when I was on duty at the checkpoint,"

The young man with freckles on his face immediately raised his hand when he heard Wang Mang’s question, like a primary school student rushing to answer the question.

"En, you said," Wang Mang flicked the soot and motioned for him to continue.

"I was at the checkpoint last week. When recording personnel entered and exited, I paid special attention to it. Generally, six or seven in the morning and five or six in the afternoon are the peak periods for the searcher team and the superpower team to go out in the gathering place."

"Approximately 10,000 people come and go every day, most of them are ordinary people with no abilities. The search team formed by them only hunts down some low-level monsters of the first tier each time."

"It seems that there are not many people with supernatural powers going out to hunt monsters every day. There are only three or four hundred people, but their harvest each time is much more than the harvest of the searcher team composed of ordinary people. There are often some Tier 2 monsters. Bring the beast back,"

After listening to this young man’s narration, Wang Mang immediately got a general understanding of the living conditions of the people entering and exiting these gathering places.

In a gathering place of 200,000 people, less than 5% of the people go out to get food every day. How can their lives be better? Of course, the supernaturalists and the privileged class are different.

"I see, Ahu, give these two boys two bottles of Coke,"

"Thank you, thank you, brother, you guys put it down, I dare not say anything else, we promise to take good care of the two brothers' car, and we will never let others sneak in,"

The guy in the lead with freckles on his face immediately patted the red sleeve on his arm.

"Let's go, let's look inside the checkpoint too,"

Wang Mang greeted him, staring curiously at Liu Ying, who was noisy at the stall market, and knocked on the window behind Wang Hu, so that Li Shu came down with him.

"Knock what, don't I come down!"

A rough middle-aged male voice came out of Wang Hu’s car. A slightly thin middle-aged man wearing a loose-fitting men's clothing got out of the car.

Wang Mang was taken aback by the middle-aged man's voice. He stared carefully at the person who got off the car. Who is this person? He didn't even know him. Where did such a person appear?

"Husband, this is Li Shu?,"

Liu Ying on the side looked at the strange man who appeared suddenly, and asked in a questioning tone.

"Damn, the physique of this succubus really has seen a ghost,"

Wang Mang looked at the black, charcoal-like middle-aged man in front of him, and he couldn't help but contrast with Li Shu's previous stunning beauty image. With this contrast, he couldn't help but swear.

"Now please don't call me Li Shu, change the name of a man," Li Shu said as the two personnel on duty walked away.

"Brother Mang, it's better to call Gougan. I have a worker named Li Gougen." Wang Hu opened a bottle of water and looked at the man as black as briquettes. He suddenly felt that the name Gougan fits his image.

"No, what kind of dog root, this name is too vulgar, change it," Li Shu refused such a bad name without even thinking about it.

"A man's name, let me think about it. Why don't you call Li Bao?" Wang Mang habitually touched the scum, and suddenly slapped his thigh, and came up with this manly name.