Chen Ming remained silent and quietly watched the man in suit perform.
At the same time, pay attention to the surroundings to see if there is a wave of corpses breaking out.
He really wanted to know how many zombies he could kill if he continued his trolling?
"Friend, I want to use all my net worth, which is about a billion, to exchange for this mecha of yours. How about it?"
When the man in the suit said this, he almost made Chen Ming laugh.
Just want to buy away a dangerous homeless person for over a billion dollars?
What about cabbage in the vegetable market?
Moreover, Chen Ming does not believe that after the baptism of doomsday, human beings can return to normal life in a short time.
Even if it really recovers, it will be a question of whether the Daxia coins will be used or not.
Besides, with the skill of 100 times rebate, what do you need money for?
Satisfy your desire to become a billionaire?
That's not necessary, because Chen Ming already is.
After several fishing trips in the past, he now had trillions of Daxia coins, so much that he didn't even know how to spend it.
The key is to spend more and more!
"..." Seeing that Chen Ming was silent, the man in the suit stopped talking, turned around and left silently.
After he came out of the room, a confidant hurriedly walked up to him and asked, "Boss, has he agreed?"
"No." The man in the suit shook his head.
"Then what should we do?" The confidant's brain was spinning rapidly, becoming more and more anxious. "If we don't get that thing, it will be difficult to survive in this troubled world."
"Once we have that mecha, we two brothers can completely dominate the mountain and become kings, recruit a group of loyal believers, and compete for fame and power!"
The confidant said extremely ambitiously.
After the man in the suit thought for a moment, he took out a paper bag from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to his confidant, "Go and ask the kitchen to cook some good dishes and send them over. Let's knock him out first!"
"Okay!" Looking at the paper bag in his hand, his confidant nodded excitedly and immediately followed the instructions.
Ten minutes later, he walked out of the elevator pushing steak and expensive red wine.
The two of them returned to Chen Ming together, "Sir, business cannot be done without righteousness. How about we make friends?"
"As the saying goes, many friends lead to many paths." A confidant helped.
Chen Ming took a look at the steak, and the mecha's intelligent system immediately analyzed the various ingredients contained in the entire dish: steak, black pepper, salt, tomatoes, cauliflower...
Next to the red wine, the same goes for it, with the ingredients clearly displayed.
The words "Powerful Sleeping Pill" came into view.
Chen Ming stretched out his hand to open the crack in the ceiling even wider and opened it.
The solid concrete structure is as fragile as chocolate under the powerful brute force of the mecha.
Seeing Chen Ming's hand fall, the two looked at each other, unable to stop being excited.
I hope that after Chen Ming takes the sleeping pill, he will take action on his own, occupy the magpie's nest, win the combat mech, and dominate the world.
But gradually, the smiles on their faces disappeared visibly.
Because they always feel that that big mechanical hand that covers the sky seems to be... aimed at them!
The man in the suit realized something was wrong and shouted, "Run!"
boom! boom!
Chen Ming slapped the floor into pieces with a palm, spreading like a spider web.
After removing the hand, there are only two explosions left, like traces of bloody flowers, and a thin slice of iron dining cart that completes the transition from 3D to 2D.
"As long as it's destroyed to the point where you can't see the human form, it doesn't seem to feel that strong."
Chen Ming broke off a piece of the ceiling, crushed it into powder, rubbed it between his hands, and cleaned the blood on his hands.
He didn't want the blood of those two villains to contaminate the mecha and weapons.
Suddenly, the picture in front of him began to flash red light. The closer he got to the frame, the more eye-catching the red light became.
Chen Ming turned his eyes and saw a group of zombies chasing a sports car.
In the sports car were a group of young people dressed very socially, with colorful hair.
And he looked like he was drunk. Facing the zombies, not only did he not show any fear, but he threw the half-drunk bottle at them and made various provocative faces.
"Idiot, come after me. If you catch me, I will make you... vomit!!"
"Violent zombies? Ha, that's all. They still can't outrun my modified sports car."
"Brother Wang, you are so handsome!" The woman held half a bottle of whiskey in her hand and was also drunk.
His hands clapped weakly, his face was red from drunkenness, and he felt like he was in a state of ecstasy.
…
Looking behind them, hundreds of zombies were really like a tide, scrambling to engulf them and fill the entire street!
"Wait! If I remember correctly, it seems to be over there..."
"ah!"
Sure enough, in the next second, with a harsh brake and a scream, those people fell into the big hole that Chen Ming had blasted with a grenade.
Chen Ming had no time to worry about them, so he stepped on the flying sword and landed on the ground.
Then he controlled the chain sword and automatically returned to the buckle behind him.
At the same time, he took off the shotgun from his waist, held it with both hands, raised the muzzle, and pointed it at the oncoming corpses.
Pull the trigger!
boom! boom!
The sound of the gunshot was like thunder, and the muzzle fire directly illuminated the entire street in the dark night, including the rotten, bloody, and extremely ugly faces of the zombies.
Under the high-range damage of the shotgun, hundreds of zombies rushing at the front were crushed on the spot and turned into plasma with a very delicate texture.
The blood truly flowed into a river, slowly flowing into the sewer.
Chen Ming is not sure what the consequences will be if their blood is drained into sewers, then into rivers, or into water purification plants.
But at the moment, rather than caring about that, Chen Ming is still immersed in the pleasure of explosive firepower output.
One shot of shotgun and one shot of grenade can kill zombies in one go.
The grass-cutting experience that could only be enjoyed in the Wushuang game before was now available to Chen Ming in the real world.
In one word, cool! Two words, so exciting! Three words, so happy!
If I insist on saying for sure, it’s not that there is none, the quantity is too small.
Chen Ming hasn't even emptied the magazine yet.
Not to mention having the infinite bullet feature come in handy.
But fortunately, he is a man who knows how to be content and happy.
Just when Chen Ming was about to put away his shotgun, continue flying with his sword, and go to other places to see if there were any zombies to kill.
Mecha operating system prompts: [The body is under attack! 】
"Under attack?"
Chen Ming was very sure that the danger perception ability was not triggered.
Could it be that the skill has expired, or does it need to be activated actively?
Or is there a bug in the mecha's operating system?
After that, Chen Ming turned his head and looked along the area where the system indicated that he had been attacked. He saw a few drunkards who had just crawled out of the pit, using machetes and sticks to trim their own pedicures.
"..." Chen Ming.
"Damn! It was you who did that trap. You caused me to overturn. Go to hell! Go to hell!"
"In Jiangcheng, no one dares to go against me, Wang Tian, and has the ability to challenge me in a one-on-one battle! Hiccup!"
"That's right. Anyone who dares to go against my brother Wang is looking for death!"
Chen Ming was really speechless, "You couldn't get these guys to sober up when something like that happened?"
