Mutual Aid Kitchen.
The ogre cooks hastily donned their aprons.
The big boss, Zhao Bin, has an order to host a banquet for the second and third bosses today, asking the chefs to prepare a sumptuous meal.
"Hurry up and push it over here!" the chef shouted behind the blood-stained transparent raincloth.
The rolling wheel made a squeaking sound, as if something heavy was pressing on it.
As the raincloth opened.
Soon a pale-faced ogre came pushing a rack of meat.
Hanging on the shelf was a freshly bled two-legged sheep.
This two-legged sheep came to the mutual aid club yesterday.
Because he refused to join the gang, he was thrown into the food storage for the big boss Zhao Bin to return and enjoy.
At this moment, the two-legged sheep had been completely chopped off from the elbow to the shoulder.
The two bones with the flesh and blood removed were simmering in the pressure cooker next to them.
Clang!
Clang!
The head chef holds two boning knives that emit cold light, and they clash with each other to create sparks of fire.
When the chef was satisfied, he walked to the hanging two-legged sheep and began to slowly cut off the meat from the belly and legs.
"plate."
Following the chef's order, the pale-faced ogre diligently handed over a large white plate.
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Large pieces of meat are placed on the white plate one after another.
In a short time, the plate was piled with slices of meat,
"Well, it will be good to make soup later."
The head chef nodded with satisfaction after looking at the results.
The ogre on the side put the plate on the kitchen counter and quickly grabbed a white towel to wipe the non-existent sweat on the chef's forehead.
"Hmph, the boy is quite discerning."
The head chef snorted coldly and glanced at the new man with glasses today.
"Hey! Thank you for not taking it too seriously. I come to the kitchen to give you a try. Please take good care of me in the future!"
The spectacled ogre took out a pack of red cigarettes from his pocket and quietly stuffed it into the chef's pocket.
The latter glanced at the other chefs and said meaningfully: "Young man is quite good at being a man."
"Okay, don't these two sheep have a wife? Push her over here."
The time given by the big boss Zhao Bin was very tight, and the head chef didn't want to listen to the bespectacled man's gibbering.
If Zhao Bin is made unhappy, this will be the end of him as the head chef.
There was another squeaking sound.
An iron frame was slowly pushed over by the man with glasses.
It is different from the previous iron frame.
This time the two-legged sheep is a female.
Still a living female!
At this moment, a tattered rag was stuffed into the female's mouth, and her exposed body was tied to an iron frame in the shape of a large letter.
His lustrous black hair has been shaved off.
With tears streaming down her face, she struggled with the rope around her neck and turned her head with all her strength to look at her husband on the iron frame beside her.
A whimpering sound came from the tightly gagged mouth.
Clang!
Clang!
The head chef strode forward as before, aimed at the thick and plump meat, and cut it.
But unlike before, the chef didn't chop too much this time.
There were only six small pieces on the plate.
"Well, we can make wontons later."
The head chef looked at the female Two-legged sheep that was missing two things and nodded with satisfaction.
Compared to male two-legged sheep, female two-legged sheep have smoother skin.
When scared, it sweats less than the male two-legged sheep and is more delicious and tender.
The meat of male two-legged sheep is too fishy and not tasty.
"Take good care of her!" the chef ordered to the bespectacled ogre on the side: "Don't let her die, she will have to eat this for three days."
After practicing hard in the past few days, the head chef has gained considerable experience in cooking two-legged sheep.
The food that can sustain the life of a two-legged sheep within three days is delicious.
Just as the spectacled ogre nodded and bent down, he was about to push the woman away.
The head chef stared at the woman's inner thigh and stopped him: "Wait a minute!"
The man with glasses was puzzled, but he still stopped and pushed him back to the chef.
"The boss likes hot pot. In this cold weather, it would be nice to order some hot pot meat rolls."
The poor woman had fainted from the pain before, but now she woke up from the pain again.
She watched as the chef continued to slice the skin on her inner thighs.
She felt heartbreaking pain, but could do nothing.
She could do nothing but whine and struggle.
You can only watch yourself slowly being buried in the intestines of others.
After the catastrophe, the end of the world strikes.
Human life is like grass and grass, and human body is like chicken and duck.
In the kitchen, the chefs are busy like bees.
There was the sound of chopping bones and flesh.
There was the sound of big bones breaking.
There was also the tingling sound of hot oil pouring on it.
For a time, the kitchen was very busy.
time flies.
With the sound of the pressure cooker.
The last dish of hot pot soup base that the big boss Zhao Bin loves is out.
The head chef took various condiments and began to process them quickly.
Wait until everything is finished.
The head chef smelled the aroma of meat filling the kitchen and swallowed greedily.
If it was before the disaster, maybe he could sneak in a little bit.
but now.
The head chef didn't dare.
He was afraid that if he did this, he would be the next meal on his plate.
Bang bang!
The head chef moved his hands, attracting the attention of all the chefs.
"Get them all here, don't wait until you get sick and lose your dignity." The head chef took out the three injections that the big boss had just given to him.
The transparent injection contains a potion with unknown effects.
The faint green fluorescence is a bit like the psychotropic potion that Qi Lin often drinks.
But compared with the latter, the fluorescence of this injection is too weak.
It looks like it's been diluted.
The chef took the lead and pulled out the metal needle sheath, grinning excitedly and pricking it into his own neck.
There are a few needle holes left between its fat neck.
The remaining four chefs each received an injection.
After everything is done, the chefs throw the used injections into the trash can.
Then he carried many dishes on the big iron plate to the VIP box upstairs.
There, Zhao Bin and the two new gang leaders were waiting to taste it.
Wait until the chefs leave.
The spectacled ogre lost his previous restraint.
He swooped over to the trash can, picked up the potion, broke it open, and licked the remaining liquid hanging on the wall with his tongue.
Even though the tongue was scratched by sharp debris, blood flowed out.
I just pretend I don’t know about glasses.
In fact, the passing feeling made him feel a little excited.
After licking, the glasses tongue licks the lips for a week.
After closing his eyes and thinking about it for a while, he began to rummage through the scraps in the trash can.
If it were normal, these leftovers would not be given up by the chefs.
But now, it's time for the big boss to entertain important guests.
Naturally, the head chef does not dare to neglect, let alone cut corners.
Those leftovers that the head chef looked down upon have now become the beloved objects of the spectacled ogre.
He swallowed the bloody pieces of meat.
Click.
Even the bones were broken by him.
The blood-stained tongue greedily penetrated into the hollow of the bone and licked the remaining marrow like a drill.
The spectacled ogre was just added today.
In the Ogre Mutual Aid Association, he, like other ogres, has no way back.
If he gives up eating, he will suffer a fifty percent reduction in basic attributes.
Not to mention whether you will become a hanging food the next moment if you give up eating.
After Shan said he gave up, how could he get out?
Even if he gets out, it will be difficult for him to survive.
Living on, at this moment, released everything he had.
The spectacled ogre was gnawing at the fleshy bones.
Suddenly I felt a gust of wind blowing.
Then, he rolled his eyes.
He fell to the ground with a muffled thud and could not move.
Soon he was frothing at the mouth and died.
Its dead face exuded a look of fear similar to that of the two-legged sheep before.
Ogre Mutual Aid Society.
basement.
Three ogres who had just finished their shift were changing blood bags.
They first pulled the silver needle out of the survivor's body.
"It's amazing. Once I pulled it out, there was no longer that orange-red light!"
An ogre looked at the spotless silver needle in his hand and said in wonder: "My dear, it's not even stained with blood!"
"Hurry up and do the work! Stop forcing me!" Another ogre replied angrily.
The full blood bags were carefully stored in the freezer.
Then take out a clean and empty blood bag and replace it.
As the silver needle re-entered the survivor's body.
The latter's body trembled for a while, and then the silver needle emitted orange-red magic patterns again.
Afterwards, they took ordinary medical needles and stuck them on the survivors' elbows, and then loaded them with various nutrient solutions that the big boss had just brought back tonight.
"Can you use the medical equipment that the big boss brought back?"
An ogre finished his work and looked at the various equipment obtained from the hospital's intensive care unit stacked in the box next to him.
"I only know that these gadgets can monitor their vital signs in real time, but I don't know how to use them!" the companion replied angrily.
"What do you think you are doing with these instruments?"
"What can you do? It's obvious that you want to smoke more times!" His companion glanced at him: "Did you eat too much meat these days and your energy level dropped a bit quickly? Why do you feel that your brain is getting more and more confused?" "
"Without the raw blood, the meat has no flavor."
The ogre answered the question incorrectly, which made his companion subconsciously take a step back.
If there is no supplement of psychoactive medicine, there will be a lack of continuous eating of raw meat.
These ogres will gradually lose their consciousness, then fall into madness, until they suddenly die.
"What do you know! The more you smoke, the more things the big boss will bring back!"
"Without those good things, sooner or later we would go crazy and die!"
"Tomorrow morning the big boss will probably go out with his blood bag to exchange for supplies, you."
The two ogres were communicating.
Suddenly I felt a gust of wind blowing.
Soon one of the ogres plopped to the ground.
This frightened his companions into retreating into the corner.
"What’s wrong with you???"
In the blink of an eye, his companions saw the fallen ogre's eyes whitening, foaming at the mouth, and dying.
"Haunted?"
The frightened companion opened his legs and was about to run out, but he had not taken a few steps.
With a plop, he also fell to the ground and soon followed suit.
Outside the mutual aid association.
The snow in Hancheng is still falling.
The waves are getting louder and louder.
After various fortifications.
The ogre, covered in snowflakes, was devouring raw meat.
They gnawed and cursed angrily.
Because the kitchen has been requisitioned for the new second and third bosses.
So today they can only eat bloody raw meat.
"It's good to eat it raw. It adds more body."
An ogre responsible for the defense command gnawed at the raw meat.
Before transforming into an ogre, he gained some energy by accident.
For this reason, he was entrusted by Zhao Bin with the important task of taking charge of peripheral defense.
At the same time, he can also get a diluted long-acting psychoactive potion as a reward every day.
Due to the crazy characteristics of ogres, occasionally they can't control their emotions and curse.
Zhao Bin himself has no objection to this.
To him, these ogres are just consumables and must be replaced every few days.
Just scold him, Zhao Bin doesn't care.
Several ogres tore into the raw meat and discussed the delicious food last time.
"I think it tastes better for little girls."
"The thin skin and tender meat are so delicious!"
Another ogre said: "I prefer to eat muscular men, they are chewy and the bone marrow is delicious."
Suddenly, the leading ogre felt the cold air around him getting worse.
Before he could ask anything in confusion, he was pulled into the nightmare world by Lao Jiu.
Soon, he fell to the ground and died.
The remaining ogres saw their companions die suddenly.
I didn't think much about it, I just thought that I died suddenly because my spirit fell into negative value.
This kind of thing is very common and happens several times every day.
An ogre with red eyes that had fallen into a state of madness pounced directly on him.
With a click, he pulled off the arm that was still warm and began to feast.
Seeing this, the other ogres also stepped forward to share the food on the spot.
Eat more, and you will gain more physical fitness.
As for the negative state of insanity?
Never mind it!
If there is no power in this world, you will die anyway.
Chewing, clicking, and slurping sounds.
All kinds of gobbling sounds filled the heavy snow.
But as they ate, they fell to the ground and died suddenly.
None of the various thermal weapons they were proud of were used.
Under Lao Jiu's dimensionality reduction attack, all the ogres responsible for the peripheral defense were killed silently.
"I haven't tried it yet, and I didn't ask anything."
Lao Jiu's yin energy surged, and he turned around and floated towards the VIP box upstairs.
Only corpses with no wounds were left everywhere.
The snow in Hancheng is still falling.
And it's getting bigger and bigger.
In the VIP box.
The candlelight was flickering, creating a rather romantic candlelight dinner atmosphere.
If there are not three men at the table.
The small dining table is filled with various delicacies, as well as three small hot pots.
In the corner of the private room, two chefs stood with their hands tied, waiting for orders.
Originally, Zhao Bin proposed to use the giant dining table next door to entertain.
But Qi Lin took Qin Youyi's factor into account and made an excuse: "I'm an introvert, so the dining table should be smaller."
Although Zhao Bin was a little confused, he didn't ask any more questions.
A smaller dining table will also make it easier for him to get involved.
Qin Youyi, the black warrior Heifeng controlled by Qi Lin, Zhao Bin.
Two people and one undead person sat behind the table, quietly watching the three chefs busy at work.
Qi Lin reached into his arms, grabbed the reconnaissance totem, and activated it.
[Devil Seed]: Zhao Bin, the betrayer
[Occupation]: Ogre
[Level]: 5 (3% experience) (Black Iron level)
[Status]: Hungry
[Physique]: 15 (14)
[Spirit]: 5 (1.8)
[Talent]: Cannibalism
Zhao Bin's data surprised Qi Lin.
It's not that it's too high, it's that it's too low.
Qi Lin originally thought that he should have at least 20 points of basic physical fitness.
After all, he is a big brother after all.
But its data is a bit pitifully low.
From the perspective of the general group of chosen ones, Zhao Bin's attributes are already impressive.
Even worthy of the top group of people in the military.
But here in Qi Lin, it is too low.
While Qi Lin was thinking, Zhao Bin, who was sitting not far across from him, had his hands trembling.
"Sorry, I have an old illness." Zhao Bin smiled apologetically and quickly took out an injection from his arms.
It was the exact same injection that the ogre chef had just used.
Qi Lin looked at the shining green light inside and felt that it should be a psychoactive drug.
But its concentration feels a bit thin, like it's been diluted.
Zhao Bin noticed that Qi Lin had been staring at his injection.
He handed it to Qi Lin generously and said, "Insulin, you need a shot before eating."
Qi Lin waved his hand, and Zhao Bin smiled and threw the injection to the chef in the distance.
Qin Youyi, who was next to Qi Lin, scratched his head and said honestly: "Is the symptom corresponding to insulin is hand tremors?"
Qi Lin kicked him under the table and said nothing.
Qin Youyi felt something was wrong, but didn't say much.
"Let's eat." Zhao Bin smiled and did not answer, reaching out to take the 1982 Maotai from the chef.
He stood up and walked to Qi Lin. With a flick of his thumb, the wine bottle cap was knocked out.
Zhao Bin held the wine bottle and filled their glasses.
Then he returned to his seat, stood up, and diligently served Qi Lin and Qin Youyi with dishes.
"Lamb meat found in the cold storage of the supermarket next door."
Zhao Bin's enthusiastic smile didn't look fake. He picked up the fresh slices of meat with the serving chopsticks in his hand and put them on Qi Lin's plate.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Youyi also got a share.
Qin Youyi looked at the meat slices in front of him and felt something was wrong.
As a third-generation soldier, he has eaten all kinds of food that he should eat.
But right now, there's something wrong with the texture of this piece of meat.
And the meat quality is very fresh.
It's like it was just filmed.
The small hot pot next to it was steaming.
The bone soup inside is fragrant and makes people's appetite increase just by smelling it.
Perhaps it was Zhao Bin's infectious smile that made Qin Youyi feel relaxed.
He stopped thinking about it and put the pieces of meat into the pot.
Then he stood up without any restraint and started picking up some slices of meat.
Qin Youyi hasn't had hot pot for a long time, and it's still meat!
But as soon as he stood up, Qi Lin next to him raised his hand and pushed him down.
Qi Lin ignored the confused Qin Youyi, slowly stood up, took a plate of peanuts and a plate of obviously vacuum-packed kelp shreds and placed them in front of him.
Facing Qin Youyi's question mark, Qi Lin sat down again and said calmly: "Eat some vegetables to supplement your vitamins. You are growing."
Qin Youyi:? ? ? ?
Qin Youyi muttered: "Brother, how long will it take me?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his foot, and his whole body was agitated and he said no more.
Qi Lin stepped on him again under the table.
This time Qin Youyi was honest.
After picking up the bowl, he lowered his head and ate the peanuts and kelp shreds that Qi Lin had just brought, without saying a word.
"Haha, this handsome man looks young. He still needs to eat more meat when he grows up."
Zhao Bin chuckled and stood up again to pinch Qin Youyi's meat.
Qi Lin shook his head. He felt increasingly angry and didn't want to listen anymore.
Even though Wanda was surrounded by the undead at this moment, he had nothing to do except wait.
But now the rising anger made him a little irritable.
So he suddenly reached out and held Zhao Bin's wrist.
"You wasted a lot of my time."
A hoarse voice sounded: "Let's get down to business, who is the power behind you?"
"Who gave you the silver needle?"
The sudden change shocked everyone in the room.
Qin Youyi on the side was also stunned, wondering what happened to his long-lost cousin.
"Presumptuous!" The chef on the side rushed over, raised his big fat hand and was about to slap the black warrior on the head.
"Stop!" Zhao Bin felt the force coming from his wrist, his Adam's apple moved slightly and he swallowed.
This strength is not weaker than him at all!
You know, he had to eat a lot of food to reach such strength!
But right now, this man is wearing black clothes, a face scarf, and nondescript black sneakers.
It actually suppressed him steadily!
A look of fear flashed in Zhao Bin's eyes, and his basic attributes were not dominant.
If he is the chosen one, then if he has a combat skill.
Even if it is an F-level combat skill, it is not something that Zhao Bin can compete with!
Ignoring the severe pain in his wrist, Zhao Bin turned his head and cursed angrily at the helpless chef: "I think you are the one who is presumptuous!"
"Why are you talking to the second brother?" Zhao Bin angrily yelled: "Slap your mouth!"
