It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

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he asked.

"Are there any tanks?"

Liu Zheng recalled the scene where the Red Ghost bombarded him with an 85mm tank.

"Have."

The driver nodded.

"easy to use?"

"What counts as useful?"

The driver asked back.

"Can a cannon kill cattle and horses?"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

"Only one will do."

"How much is that one?"

he asked quickly.

You can basically drive a tank that can kill cows and horses and walk sideways on the street.

"At least two hundred thousand."

the driver said.

"Uh, can it be cheaper?"

With two hundred thousand, Liu Zheng could let the cattle and horses kill themselves.

The driver looked at him and shut up again.

"Hey, why did your money fall again?"

Liu Zheng used the same old trick again.

"The main cost is labor. A crew of six people costs 6 yuan per person. If you can hire a crew yourself, you can save this cost."

The driver took the money and said.

20 minus 18 is 2, which is within the acceptable range.

"Will the crew have any objections?"

He thought of another question.

"No. There's no one who knows how to run the restaurant. If you want to use me, you have to go out and find someone."

the driver said.

My goodness, tank crews have to be outsourced, no wonder the labor costs are so high.

"Okay, I'll think of a way."

Liu Zheng nodded.

What he thought of naturally was the Red Ghost. Since it could summon a tank, it should be able to drive one.

"Remember my number and call me next time you need a car."

The driver reported a string of numbers.

"If you can help me get a new uniform, I can be your chauffeur for a while."

He paused and continued.

Liu Zheng looked at the driver's uniform. Although it was clean and crisp, it was indeed a bit old and had pilling in many places.

"Can't we exchange the damaged uniform for free?"

He hinted.

"My clothes are different from yours."

The driver shook his head.

"What's the difference?"

“You are you, and the clothes are the clothes. But I am…”

The driver paused and didn't continue.

But Liu Zheng seemed to understand a little bit.

"So where can you get the uniform you want?"

he asked.

"The channels are the same, just the price is different. OK, I've said enough."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and the Chevrolet moved forward, then disappeared inch by inch.

Returning to the lounge door, Liu Zheng found Guishou waiting for him on the dining car.

It saw Liu Zheng coming, pointed at the tentacle where he stored the golden liquid, and then lay down with its back to him.

He thought that this should mean that he should put the golden liquid back.

So Liu Zheng stretched out his tentacle above the wound of the ghost hand, and then tilted it carefully.

The golden lava once again flowed into the golden wound. The ghost hand twitched in pain, and its mouth grew out, biting the steel frame so hard that it creaked.

"Does it hurt that much?"

Liu Zheng was confused.

Although it was painful at first, it got better after a while.

Could it be that the pain he endured was weakened by the ghost hand, but could not be maintained forever, so it asked him to return the golden liquid to it?

Due to communication difficulties, Liu Zheng had no way of knowing the truth.

But it was certain that the ghost hand had helped him again.

He didn't know how to express gratitude in sign language, so he just made the shape of thank you with his mouth and gave a thumbs up.

Ghost Hand turned over and saw this scene, smiled silently, then jumped off the dining car.

Liu Zheng watched it walk into the dark takeout aisle, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Among the people he met after entering the copy, Ghost Hand was the most mysterious one.

Even if it was a red ghost, Liu Zheng could guess some of its identity and purpose.

But the identity, strength, motives and purpose of Ghost Hand are all shrouded in mystery.

If he met such a person in real life, he would definitely avoid him.

Because they give you three points, and then they will take back ten points.

But in this strange world, he had nothing.

So as long as the ghost hand dares to give, he dares to take it.

Live one day at a time. We will talk about any conspiracy or big game when the time comes.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and entered the lounge.

"Whoo~"

The feeling of being safe made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The feeling of racing in front of a green vest is simply too exciting. The legendary vest can only exempt him from the decline in ideals, but cannot exempt him from the psychological pressure.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng came back alive.

However, the cattle and horses have not returned yet.

As strange as it sounds, this violent and money-hungry monster is part of his sense of security.

Deng!

Three knocks at long intervals suddenly sounded.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The cattle and horses have keys.

So, who's knocking on the door?

Chapter 114 Napoleon, you should repay the favor you owe me

"Who?"

Liu Zheng asked.

There was a grunt from the other side of the door.

It sounds a bit like cow-horse, but it's too vague.

After some inner struggle, he finally opened the door.

If he could be killed by opening the door in the lounge, then he would be dead.

Fortunately, there are no monsters outside, although the appearance of the cows and horses is quite scary.

All the skin below its head was peeled off, and grains of iron sand were embedded in its flesh and blood vessels, forming a series of sand paintings.

There are obvious signs of burning around the iron sand.

Obviously, the iron sand was driven into the bodies of cattle and horses under high temperature.

And its head was not intact either.

The mouths of the cows and horses were completely nailed shut with more than twenty iron nails with curved hooks, and they couldn't even stick out their tongues.

"Boss, you."

Liu Zheng said half of the sentence and then fell silent.

It was the first time he saw cattle and horses in such a miserable state.

Even the last time he was beaten up by a group of people in the kitchen while trying to snatch Vlad III, it was at least brutal.

But this time, it seemed to be a crushing destruction, even humiliation.

The cows and horses looked at him without saying anything and just lay back on their own haystacks.

The blood that kept oozing out dyed the haystack red. Every blood vessel of the cow and horse was trembling with pain, but it just lay there as usual and even took a nap.

"Boss, please call Napoleon for me."

Liu Zheng said after taking a deep breath.

The cows and horses opened their eyes with calm expressions.

It spat out the phone and dialed the number with difficulty using its horns.

"Have you been calling me too often lately?"

The sound of white-feathered chickens rang out.

"it's me."

Liu Zheng said.

"Human, what are you going to do?"

"I want you to return my favor."

He said.

"What do you want? Let me be clear. If it were Vlad III, your favor wouldn't be enough."