I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The next day, Jiang Chen retired from the Paradise Island Hotel. After bidding farewell to Zhao Chenwu, he set foot on the way home.

The reconstruction of the sewer entrance is already underway, and several armed men with the Zhao’s corporate trademark have taken over the entrance. From the busy engineering vehicles and the workers who set up the polyethylene panels, it can be seen that Zhao Chenwu attaches great importance to this trade route.

Soldiers in full-body combat uniforms saw Jiang Chen coming, and raised his hand to signal Jiang Chen to stop and show the genetic ID. After confirming that Jiang Chen’s gene ID was the VIP of the boss, the soldier made a military ceremony and then let Jiang Chen release it.

Although it is a mode of operation of enterprises, these private armed forces already have the qualities of the military, which makes Jiang Chen can not help but have a new understanding of the strength of the sixth block. On the bright side is the security of the militia group in defending the sixth block, but in essence, the real combat power is actually the private soldiers of the big capitalists. In this way, those militiamen are more like a policeman.

If these soldiers are going to face the last meat mountain, it is estimated that they will not be as hard as the militia.

The internal reconstruction of the sewer has not yet begun. When Jiang Chen jumped on the concrete road with moss, the surrounding area was still dark. The tactical flashlight was turned on, and the three-dimensional map in the holographic computer. After confirming the route, Jiang Chen began to move forward in the direction of going home.

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The atmosphere is very depressed.

Ever since being brought into the isolation room by the militia, all people have an ominous premonition in their heads. It is also confirming their hunch that everyone has been diagnosed with the X1 flu. Next up were a few dressed up doctors dressed in white coats, commanding several soldiers who had undergone genetic fortification and pressed them to a fixed bed. After they regained their consciousness, everyone felt a bit sore in the back neck.

"You have been injected with slavery chips, and I don't think I need to explain more. You will be taken to your new owner later, you pigs..." Cheng Weiguo still remembers clearly, what kind of it is? Indifferent and disdainful eyes. Indeed, for the sixth block, those who are unemployed are a group of pigs that waste food.

This is a conspiracy!

However, no one rises up against it.

They are no longer newcomers who have just arrived at the survivor base. Since accepting the so-called subsistence allowance, freedom has been insulated from them. If there is no work, one nutritional supplement per day can only make them barely hungry... or starve to death.

At this moment everyone was surrounded by a circle, standing next to six soldiers wearing black combat uniforms. Although some people speculated that the Zhao Group bought them, but seeing the pile of materials on the side, it only makes people feel that they are just being sold to others like goods.

"Wife, they didn't do anything to you." Cheng Weiguo worriedly held his wife's hand.

"No, I was fainted after being injected with a sedative. I woke up like you, but I felt that my neck was a little uncomfortable." Zhou Jiexi replied softly, holding his hand in order to keep her husband from worrying.

"Small couples are intimately intimate, huh, huh, maybe we will be sold where we are going to be cool. Oh, male, work. Female, huh..." middle-aged man He grinned and said with a smile.

"Do you say another TMD?" Cheng Weiguo felt the trembling of his wife's hand, and could not help but be a fire, and slammed into the man.

"Why, want to fight?" The middle-aged man slouched and licked his mouth, and pointed his finger at the back of his neck. "Come on, I don't pay back, see if you die first or I die first."

The slave belongs to the owner’s private property. If there is a private fight between the slaves, then usually both parties will be executed.

The guards have noticed the movement here, and the deterrence has generally moved the muzzle. These people are the goods of the boss's guests, and if something goes wrong, they will be punished.

Cheng Weiguo pinched his fist, but he had to give up. The other slaves around saw no attack on Cheng Weiguo, and they couldn’t help but be interested. They stopped paying attention to this side.

Suddenly, the guards standing around were moving. I saw six people standing in a row with a rifle. After giving a ceremony to a young man, they took a small haul truck for transportation and left in the direction of the past.

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What is it like to be watched by thirty pairs of eyes?

In fact, there is no feeling, especially when I know that I have mastered the life and death of these 30 people, this sense of indifference is particularly strong.

Sighing, Jiang Chen left the feeling of not normal in his heart behind his head. He does not want to be a cold-blooded government and guest. He only wants to be a rich man in the wine pool.

Very popular, but very cool.

However, if you want to accumulate wealth on this disorderly soil, it is impossible to have no matching strength. Otherwise, don't say anything about the rich, at most, the fat sheep. When you run into a bandit like the Ashes Mercenary, you only have to pay for it.

Therefore, force and deterrence are indispensable, and there is still a lot to be adapted.

Set the god, Jiang Chen glanced at the timid figure, and then took a deep breath.

"Well, I look at me here, I am your future master." Jiang Chen clap his hands and shouted.

The sound echoed in this dark sewer is so weird.

"I know that you have a lot of questions in your mind, such as whether you will be pulled to somewhere as a bait, or take a rifle on the front line as a cannon fodder. Fortunately, I can tell you responsible, no!"

Jiang Chen clearly felt that everyone was relieved, and the 30 heart rate-related indicators shown on the EP also dropped a lot.

There was a smug smile on his face, and Jiang Chen continued to take a deep breath and preached loudly.

"You are really lucky, because your master is me, I believe that you will realize this soon. Working for me, I will not let you go hungry, even I will let you even think before you go over." I can't think of a rich life. But..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Chen slowed down the speed of speech a little, and deliberately lowered the voice, artificially added a touch of chill in the tone.

"I am very tolerant and kind, but the only thing I can't tolerate is betrayal. I believe you know what the chip on your neck is. For me, you don't have any privacy. For the betrayal, there is no death. The punishment outside is just like this."

The voice fell silently, but it was terrible in the sewer. The pupils of timidity, panic, and suspicion were magnified, and the nostrils underneath the atmosphere did not dare to produce one.

fear? doubt? That's right! What is needed is this effect.

After the big stick, carrot, he does not believe that this group of people will not obey. I believe that after the porridge of the first bowl of cauliflower that I have not heard for many years, these people who are in doubt will immediately be grateful to him as God.

"What are you doing! Give me something, go home!" Jiang Chen waved his hand, and the slaves trembled from the ground and picked up the latest supplies.

She first climbed the outlet of the sewer. After confirming the safety, Jiang Chen put down the prepared sling. The following people hung the goods on the slings and then shipped them one by one. The machine tools used for production are stored in the box after disassembly, and only need to be lifted into the villa to assemble.

With a bunch of refugees carrying large bags, avoiding the stunned zombies, carefully passing through a messy street, Jiang Chen finally saw his villa, or "castle." .....

Press the bell. Soon, the fiery body flew into his arms and hooked his neck.

"Is there any flowers?" As the cat squinted, Sun Jiao looked at Jiang Chen from the bottom up.

"The first sentence shouldn't be that I miss you so much?" Jiang Chen smiled and patted Sun Jiao's midfielder. This chick is getting more and more naughty. how to say? The evolution of barbarians to small women?

"You haven't answered my question yet." Sun Jiao smiled playfully, his fingers drawing a small circle behind his back.

"I swear to God, no!" Jiang Chen quickly raised his index finger and said, silently added a sentence in his heart.

The robot is not a human...

Although the woman's intuition made Sun Jiao somewhat suspicious, Jiang Chen's body did not have any taste that should not be. She is not the kind of woman who does not care, and soon put this thing aside.

After kissing Jiang Chen again, she began to greet the slaves who were hanging out and moved things into the villa. Then, together with Jiang Chen, the placement of these slaves was planned.

The vestibule lawn of the main building of the villa was drawn out by Jiang Chen to build temporary tents for these refugees. This small-sized travel tent is included in the batch of materials previously traded with Zhao Chenwu, and can barely be stuffed into two people. Because of the limited space, these people can only be squeezed first. Anyway, it is better than sleeping outside the wall.

Of course, the main building is available, but Jiang Chen does not intend to put these strangers to sleep at home. Even if these people have no ability to resist, they are also "honest people" who have no criminal record in the slums, but they are ultimately awkward in their hearts. They can only be treated as strangers before they are cultivated with the loyalty and sense of belonging.

Yao Yao was very sensible, according to Jiang Chen’s instructions, got a big pot, poured a small half bag of rice into the pot, and then put a proper amount of water in it. Then, according to Jiang Chen's instructions, she cut some green leaves and pork foam, then poured a brain into the pot, and then put two spoonfuls of salt and a small spoonful of MSG.

Open the gas pipe and raise the fire under the bottom of the stone pier.

After trying to stir the material with a long wooden spoon, Yao Yao slammed his feet and slammed the lid onto the pot.

Sucking a small nose and adjusting the heat again, Yao Yao stood so awkwardly waiting for the porridge to cook. Although I don’t understand why Jiang Chen’s brother would let these newly bought slaves eat such good food, she will unconditionally support whatever Jiang Chen does.

Moreover, my brother’s gentle and kind look is so handsome...

Perhaps because of the heat of the stove, Yao Yao’s face is slightly hot.

Unconsciously, she has reached the age of loving and cranky.