All the strange demons outside the door heard the angry roar of the strange demon adjutant inside, and the little strange demon squeezed his lips and cried.
The big monsters were all trying to comfort the little monsters, but the fists in their hands made a crunching sound.
All the strange demon lords actually did not expect that even at this point, the fear demon king still did not appear, and only the adjutant still seemed to be insulting as the real master of the entire demon king territory.
"Why did things become like this? Are you really fighting for the Demon King? Or are you just some trash who deceives others?"
"Your so-called elites and so-called warriors are all trash. They will break into pieces as soon as they encounter that blue fire monster. Blue fire, blue fire, blue fire... you will only use this as an excuse to cover yourself up. Incompetent?"
Knowing that all of his strange demons, including the adjutant, were being scolded by his adjutant, the Lord of Hatred could not help but speak: "Adjutant, your speech insulted our most heroic warrior..."
"You are brave and brave!" the adjutant directly interrupted the hateful lord, "You three lords led dozens of elites to encircle and suppress the two so-called S-class humans, and then you were the only lord who escaped, and all the others Don’t dare to speak. If you guys dare to charge forward, you will pile up the monsters emitting blue fire to death. Do you still have the nerve to say that?”
"Adjutant, you are going too far. Hasn't Lord Demon King already mastered the Zhanjin Technology? Since the Terror Demon can use Zhanjin Technology, then using Zhanjin Technology to strengthen our combat effectiveness, our combat effectiveness can also soar." Another lord said with the same indifference.
"If you losers can do something decent earlier, do I need to do this? How strong can a blue-fire monster be? Even if it takes half an hour to defeat the Terror Demon, you can send as many troops as you like. If you use tactics and use your brain, he will be dead long ago."
"There is also the information that Happiness gave before. The person who took out the blue fire is afraid of restrictions. Why don't you have some brains and use restrictions to restrict him to death? And then do it again? Zhanjin Technology, fear Lord Demon King is working hard to research Zhanjin technology just to prevent you wastes from holding him back!"
The adjutant punched the table, and the table made of stone instantly turned into powder.
"And all the buildings and armies that came to the Demon King's Territory, kill them all with my army! Do I have high requirements? Obey orders and not be afraid of death. Can't you do it?" It glanced at the other aliens present. Demon Lord.
The other demon lords were all holding their breath in their hearts. They were all bloody, and it would be uncomfortable for anyone to be reprimanded like this.
In particular, the person who reprimanded them was not the Dread Lord, but just an adjutant.
"The meeting is dismissed! Within ten days, I will completely bulldoze that human building!" the adjutant shouted.
All the strange demons left, and soon, the adjutant was the only one left in this building.
It respectfully held up the living eyeball on the table and said as if praying: "Master Fear Lord, please come back quickly, I can't continue acting... Lord Fear Lord, where have you been? No." Are you going to study Zhanjin technology? You are not at the ruins at all, where have you been?"
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Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward.
Qiao Shuya looked at his phone and sighed.
I went into several convenience stores in a row, but there was no rice here either.
Not to mention rice, even a lot of instant noodles are inedible due to melted plastic strips under those high temperatures. Basically, there are not many edible things in the entire convenience store.
And these few things that have not spoiled will also be robbed. Everyone rushes over and grabs the last food like crazy.
Qiao Shuya felt that he knew how to store happy water in the cellar. In this incident, the happy water in the refrigerator was gone, but the batch in the cellar was still good. Is there not much such stored materials in Tokyo?
He finally came to a convenience store. Unlike other places, there was actually a large amount of supplies for sale.
It seemed that the supplies were not stored locally in Tokyo, but were urgently transported from surrounding cities after the disaster. Qiao Shuya also stepped forward to buy them.
"Rice costs 10 people's coins per catty, 10 people's coins costs a catty! Flour costs 13 people's coins per catty!" someone shouted with a loudspeaker.
Qiao Shuya: "???"
No matter how little he had a real sense of the price of food or other things, he still felt that the price was extremely outrageous.
Normally, the price of rice is within 2 yuan per kilogram, usually about 1.2-1.5 yuan per kilogram, and flour is about the same price, but now it has almost doubled.
Robbery?
Qiao Shuya felt speechless at this time.
He stepped forward to take a look. Many people were ready to grab it at this time, but after seeing the price, they couldn't help but feel sick.
Qiao Shuya patted the bags of rice. As he expected, these were supplies urgently delivered by nearby cities after the disaster in Tokyo. They also had the label of "aid supplies" on them.
But now that these aid supplies are openly being sold at ten times the price, Qiao Shuya no longer knows how to complain.
"Ten people's coins per pound, is your rice made of gold or silver?" Qiao Shuya patted a bag of rice, and the bag with "aid materials" printed on it looked particularly dazzling.
"Hey, the rice I have here is urgently transported from nearby. Look at the whole of Tokyo, where is there any food that is not bad under yesterday's high temperature? You think it is expensive, but I think it is cheap!" Qiao Shuya's words obviously made him angry. Some people are unhappy.
And someone actually echoed: "Yes, yes, the price of rice in Tokyo was already 5 yuan per kilogram before. Isn't it normal this time? If you don't want to buy it, get out of the way and we'll buy it!"
Qiao Shuya didn't know whether that person was just asking for help or was really stupid, or maybe they were completely frightened because of yesterday's high temperature, fearing that they would encounter the same disaster again.
He just sighed and looked at the entire Tokyo. It seemed that people had not recovered from the disaster. At this time, everyone was searching for food, water, or electric fans.
Especially electric fans, which are small ones, are selling like crazy here.
He went to look at several other markets again, and sure enough, the materials that could be circulated here were food that was not easily affected by high temperatures, such as noodles, canned food, and the like.
As for rice, the cheapest one costs 8 yuan per pound.
What is even more confusing is that merchants in many places have begun to mix rice that has problems in high temperatures with good rice, making it difficult to prevent it.
From the few markets near my home, I can realize what kind of situation the whole of Tokyo is now, in one word, "chaos".
There is chaos in prices, chaos in the government management of District 11, chaos in people's hearts, and chaos that is gradually beginning to lead to order. It seems that no one is supervising District 11 at this time.
The market in District 11, which was originally called "the honest people of District 11", or the "artisan spirit" and the "convenience store fairy", now surprised Qiao Shuya, leaving only "red bean puree" Marseille".
What about the government? Prime Minister?
Oh, half of the government seems to be members of the White Horse family, and the entire family has been named and killed one by one by the Watchmen Association.
The Prime Minister also seemed to be dying of the heat.
He felt that he was not in the modern metropolis of Tokyo, but in Fuso during the Warring States Period, or the island country where the black ships were involved in the late Edo period.
I looked up and saw the slogan "See a bright future from every day" on the big screen on the skyscraper.
Qiao Shuya finally bought a bag of rice, and then found bad rice in it. Under the threat of Clay Pot's Big Fist, the "convenience store fairy" not only refunded the money, but also gave him a bag of good rice.
Under the "reason", the honest District 11 people still listened to his reason, silently refunded the money, and also compensated with a bag of good rice.
When Qiao Shuya put the rice back in the trunk, he heard the sobs of a woman in the corner.
"I can't hold on anymore, parents. The house I bought with a loan is in ruins today. The bank said that the developer was a member of the Baima family. Now the Baima family is gone. All the unfinished houses have been sold and there will be no more. An engineering team has taken over, but I still have to repay the loan... I can't live anymore, my parents, I can't live anymore..."
Qiao Shuya saw the urban beauty who was on the phone.
She wore heavy makeup, as if just to cover up her extremely haggard face.
She kept calling to complain, being squeezed by her boss, being fired from the company, and the house she bought with a 30-year loan was forcibly unfinished because the developer was from the Baima family. Everything was like a mountain for her to complain about.
She was complaining about why those aristocratic families and clubs have limited liability systems, while individuals have unlimited liability systems. Even if the house is in ruins, she must continue to pay off the remaining loan to the bank.
Even her company went bankrupt and liquidated. She got nothing but a letter. The money she had left her unable to even rent a house.
Until, the voice of the crying urban beauty gradually became hoarse.
The last straw that broke the camel's back seemed to be the price of rice, which had increased more than ten times.
Qiao Shuya listened silently for a while. He raised his head and looked at the advertising screens on the skyscrapers in the metropolis. They were all filled with advertisements from various companies. In this short period of time, Qiao Shuya saw When it comes to stocks, Akihabara, and wave soda, as well as advertising slogans such as "Beautiful people are thinking about the future."
On the ground, there were a group of ordinary people gathering supplies in various markets.
And people like this urban beauty who are forced to live.
In District 11, many people do not have the habit of saving money, and most people even consume loans in advance. When encountering such a disaster, excessive consumption will tell these people how to behave.
Qiao Shuya sighed and took a curious look. The urban beauty seemed to be very beautiful. It seemed that as long as she turned bad, she could easily make money that he could not imagine.
But she just wants to live with dignity.
Silently carrying the rice on his back, he took out his wallet and stuffed a few banknotes in it. It was not much, just enough money to buy a bag of rice. He casually threw the wallet away, not far from the urban beauty. The voice was very light, and she could see the wallet as soon as she stood up.
Qiao Shuya left silently, in order not to make the vulnerable people look bad.
He came to where the jeep was parked.
There are many beauties standing on the street here. Qiao Shuya looked at it and found that they all seemed to be white-collar workers working in office buildings. Many of them seemed to have been working out or practicing yoga for a long time. They were all in good shape and wore makeup that would make those " The "Shibuya Hot Girls" felt that they were hit by dimensionality reduction.
However, at this time, they seemed to be looking around, looking for their goals, and some were playing with their mobile phones, scratching their fingernails on the screen, as if chatting and typing. Behind them, on the long flashing neon light box, there are advertisements for hotels and guesthouses alternately.
It seems that it is not so easy to make money by going bad at this time...
He started the ignition, and the jeep's engine made a sound like a tractor, and it seemed that it was also seriously damaged in the high temperature.
At this time, the traffic order on the motorway seemed to have been lost, and the functions of the entire 11th District government seemed to be completely paralyzed.
He drove hard to leave the market. As long as he left here, it would be much easier to walk outside.
"Bang!" Something fell from the sky in front and fell to the ground. People around started shouting, "It's dead! It's dead!"
There were many onlookers, some immediately called the police, some called for an ambulance, and some stood aside and pointed.
Qiao Shuya stretched out his head and took a look. There was only a body on the ground with twisted and broken limbs. The entire spine seemed to have sunk in. The person who jumped from the building had obviously died on the spot.
However, Qiao Shuya discovered that the clothes on the corpse were the urban beauty who had just complained that she could not live...
He backed up silently and the Jeep took off in the other direction.
There is no hope.
Instead of looking at the body, he drove away.
On the car radio, a host was broadcasting at this time urging people to wait patiently for support. But then, Qiao Shuya also heard another person on the radio reporting that 18 people committed suicide by lying on the trains in Tokyo and more than 60 people committed suicide by jumping off buildings in one day.
The suicide rate in Tokyo has always been very high.
The jeep rumbled back to Wei Ning's office. The car seemed to be unable to withstand it anymore. The sound of the engine was like a rusty machine being forced to run.
"Why are you coming back so slowly? Is it difficult to buy rice?" Yuan Zhiai stared at Qiao Shuya with his mouth bulging.
They seemed to have prepared rice, not rice, but boiled soba noodles.
Qiao Shuya didn't know where he kept the noodles at home. Maybe Yuan Zhiai bought them at some unknown time, but noodles seemed to be more resistant to high temperatures than rice at this time. Yuan Zhiai saw that Qiao Shuya had been out for a long time and hadn't eaten yet. After I bought the rice, I quietly cooked the noodles first.
There were three large empty bowls in front of Lao Chen, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to eat a lot.
At this time, he was talking about the fourth bowl, and then Qiao Shuya saw Lao Chen crazily squeezing the bottle of chili sauce into the bowl like squeezing butter, and while squeezing, he said: "You guys Why is the chili sauce on the side tasteless?"
Qiao Shuya's mouth twitched when he saw it.
"It seems that it is really difficult to buy rice..." Qiao Shuya was a little embarrassed. He did waste a lot of time, and then asked, "How many floors will this bag of rice have to carry?"
"Just put it in the kitchen on the first floor. Huahua is here. This bag of rice won't last long. I'll ask people in the family to send supplies tomorrow. It seems that we also need to prepare a cellar or something to store more things." Yuan Zhi'ai Seems to be thinking about it.
Qiao Shuya didn't dare to answer. Their family had a cellar, but it contained hundreds of boxes of happy water, and there was no room to store anything else.
Or, dig another one?
"Are you worried about anything?" Yuan Zhi'ai looked at Qiao Shuya, and she suddenly asked with a concerned tone.
"No way, I just lost my way on the road of life." Qiao Shuya said casually, as if he was lying to a primary school student.
"Speak in human terms." Yuan Zhiai now knows what Qiao Shuya's peeing is like.
"Let's go kill the Prime Minister." Qiao Shuya suggested, "I heard that the Prime Minister here is very evil."
(End of chapter)
