Rise of the Wasteland

Bewildered, Mai Lang raised his heavy eyelids. "He touched his neck, it felt sore, as if he was beaten, but he really couldn't remember what had happened?

"Why am I here?" Mai Lang was lying on the cold cabin floor himself. Although he was wearing thick thermal underwear, the cold still penetrated the bone marrow and numb his limbs. "Even if I fell asleep, I should be in the big bed in the bedroom."

Climbing slowly, Mai Lang looked up at the spot, his hands and feet shaking. The cold can be tolerated, but the mutant with a bad look on the 20th and 30th is extremely scary. Especially the expressions that came out of their eyes showed that they were all a little hungry.

Fully mutants can still make sense, but hungry mutants are going crazy. Myron immediately stood against the wall, staring nervously at the mutant in front of me, shouting calmly: "I'm Myron, the genius Myron. Colonel Piano is my protector, you are forbidden to hurt me."

More than twenty huge mutants crowded in a warehouse holding miscellaneous things and looked at Mai Lang indifferently. They were obviously grumpy and had reached the edge of explosion.

Mai Lang glanced left and right, and slowly reached the door of the cabin. The probe squeaked out the iron window on the door and shouted, "Who is outside? I am the great genius Mai Lang, let me out."

There was a mutant outside the door, seeing Myron's head appearing at the window, he said, "Would you like to serve Victor Hugo?"

"What Victor Hugo? What legionnaire?" Mai Lang felt uncomfortable picking up on the window, weak limbs, dizziness, and discomfort. He knew it was his own drug addict, and quickly touched himself, and shouted to the mutants outside: "Give me a 'Jett'."

"The legionnaire said, people who do n’t work for him have no value in living, and the dogs are too thin." The mutant at the door slowly took out a piece of chocolate from his body, and patiently slowly wrapped the wrapping paper. After peeling it, put it in your mouth. He said intoxicatedly, "It's good to have chocolate, but unfortunately you can't enjoy it."

"What's so good about chocolate? I don't like chocolate at all. Give me a" Jett ", give it to me soon." Mai Lang was anxious, he has always been a medicine, and now he doesn't need it. His life is uncomfortable.

"That's because you don't have chocolate." It wasn't enough for a chocolate to tamp the mutants, so the mutant who acted as a guard outside the cabin found another. But it looked down and lowered the chocolate, sighing: "It's a pity I can't eat openly."

Myron's drug addiction is getting worse, his hands and feet begin to tremble. At this time, a detained mutant crowded into the door of the cabin and said to the mutant responsible for the guard outside, "Marco, why do you want to be a slave to a human being? You actually deal with your own kind."

"You don't have to provoke my relationship with my employer. I know you are jealous of me." Marcos grinned outside the door: "Hugo is more generous than Colonel Piano, Colonel Piano When will we open our belly and eat? "

When it comes to eating, it is the blame of mutants. These strong warriors are not afraid of death, not afraid of killing, or facing any hardship, but they are just afraid of starving. Marco Shi continued, "The captain said that as long as you don't make trouble, you will be fed every day."

Hearing the mutants who can fill their stomachs feels relieved. They were unlucky today, and Zhou Qingfeng got on the boat in a mess, and they were defeated and locked up with the help of Marcos. Now ..., I can only wait for dinner.

After waiting for two hours, a group of mutants were hungry, and Zhou Qingfeng pushed a few big carts to deliver meals. "I have seen your food storage room on the boat, which is not normal at all Food and not enough. So I get you dinner from other sources. "

The mutant's nose is quite agile. It smells delicious when it smells. You must know that the so-called grain hoarded in the cabin is frozen corpses. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the human corpses and could not take them out to feed the mutants.

then…….

"What is this?" When it comes to eating, Marcos is the most active and convenient. It almost jumped up and rushed to Zhou Qingfeng, shouting in surprise: "is it a fish? Or cooked fried fish."

Zhou Qingfeng was a little embarrassed. "Although these foods don't sell well, I think they are better than what you originally ate."

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's so delicious!" Marco Shi had already taken a salmon with a fish head from the big bucket and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, I saw its eyes widened, and shouted in an unbelievable tone: "It's really touching to cry. How long have I not eaten this normal food?"

Please, you just ate most of the jerky of Lao Tzu's food at noon. Is it so exaggerated at this time?

Zhou Qingfeng said silently, he left a big bucket to Marco Shi, and then sent the cart to the door of the cabin where other mutants were detained. At this moment, the mutants were crowded in front of the iron window at the door, and many people were rushing to squeeze, constantly smelling the aroma of food floating out of the vat with their noses.

"What the **** is it? What kind of food is it? I seem to smell the smell of roasted meat. Oh my god! There is still roasted meat at this time. It's too luxurious, too luxurious!"

"With the wine, I smell the wine. Although it is a little light and the alcohol is not high, I am sure it is the wine taste, it is really exciting!"

"Is this for us? I can't believe it! We were captives and we could eat so well."

The mutants in the cabin are almost rioting, and the metal cabin doors are deformed by their huge force, which can be distorted and disintegrated directly at sight. Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly said, "Be quiet, if you make trouble again, I won't give you food."

More than two dozen unscrupulous mutants immediately behaved like elementary school students, staying in the cabin honestly and quietly without any sound. But their eyes were all staring out the window, waiting for food to come in.

哐 When the hatch opened, Marco Shi, a loyal dog-leg with a machine gun, stood outside and shouted, "Honestly! Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't move. I will blow his head if anyone dares.

So all the mutant captives in the cabin were stiff, and they couldn't even stop breathing. Zhou Qingfeng brought in a food cart and thoughtfully put an emergency light in to provide lighting.

哐 As soon as the hatch was closed, the mutants inside rioted again, one after another rushing into the vat containing food like a wolf. Immediately someone shouted, "I read that right. This is noodles? I have eaten them. This is Japanese-style udon noodles."

"And sushi? A lot of sushi. I like sushi, although they are all broken."

"It looks like tempura and eel grill. This bottle contains sake. I once did it at a Japanese restaurant. I must have read it right. This is really what people eat. Damn skin. Colonel Arno, it just says that mutants can eat corpses. "

"Oh God, we can finally eat normal food. We do n’t have to eat carrion or corpses anymore. I want to shout now. Although I am a mutant, I really do n’t like corpses. "

Shouts came from the prison cell. Outside the cabin, with both hands on Marcos' head, his head was buried in a large bucket filled with food, and Siry snored.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed, thinking to himself: I'm sorry! I ca n’t help it. I ca n’t find the right food on the boat. I just ran to Japan in the real world and got some hotel water to feed the mutants. Seriously, I'm not trying to feed you guys as pigs.

At this moment, there was a rush of yelling in the prison-Long live Victor Hugo! Long live the legionnaire! Long live the Aurora Corps! (To be continued.) 8 more exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading school