The next day, Jiang Chen retired from the Paradise Island Hotel, and after saying goodbye to Zhao Chenwu, he set out on the way home.

Work is already underway to remodel the sewer entrance, which has been occupied by several armed men with the Zhao company's logo. From the busy shuttling engineering vehicles and the workers erecting polyethylene boards, it can be seen that Zhao Chenwu attaches great importance to this trade route.

When the soldier wearing a full-body combat uniform saw Jiang Chen coming, he raised his hand, motioned for Jiang Chen to stop, and showed his genetic ID. After confirming that Jiang Chen's genetic ID was the VIP assigned by the boss, the soldier immediately gave a military salute, and then stepped aside to let Jiang Chen go.

Although it is the operation mode of the enterprise, these private armed forces already have the quality of the army, which makes Jiang Chen can't help but have a new understanding of the strength of the sixth block. On the surface, it is the militia group that is guarding the security of the sixth block, but in essence, the real combat effectiveness is actually the private soldiers of those big capitalists. In this way, the militia is more like a police officer.

If these soldiers were to face the Roshan last time, it is estimated that they would not have had as much trouble as those militiamen.

The reconstruction of the inside of the sewer had not yet begun, and when Jiang Chen jumped onto the mossy cement pavement, it was still pitch black all around. After turning on the tactical flashlight and the three-dimensional map in the holographic computer, after confirming the route, Jiang Chen began to move in the direction of home.

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The atmosphere was depressing.

Since being taken into isolation by the militia, a sense of foreboding has arisen in everyone's heads. It also confirmed their hunch that everyone was diagnosed with influenza X1. Then there were a few doctors in white lab coats, commanding a few genetically fortified soldiers and pinning them to fixed beds. When they regained consciousness, everyone felt some inexplicable soreness in the back of their necks.

"You've been injected with slavery chips, so I don't need to explain more. Later, you will be taken to your new master, you pigs" Cheng Weiguo still clearly remembered, what kind of indifferent and disdainful eyes it was. Indeed, for the Sixth Block, the unemployed are a bunch of food-wasting pigs.

It's a conspiracy!

But no one rose up to resist.

They are no longer the newcomers who have just arrived at the survivor base, and since they have received the so-called subsistence allowance, freedom or something has been insulated from them. If there is no job, the subsidy of 1 nutrient mixture per day can only barely starve them to death, and only a few of them will starve to death.

At this moment, everyone was squatting in a circle, and next to them stood six soldiers in black combat uniforms. Although some people speculate whether the Zhao Group bought them, seeing the piles of materials on the side will only make people feel that their group of people were just sold to others like goods.

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

"No, I fainted after being sedated, and when I woke up, I felt the same pain in the back of my neck." In order to keep her husband from worrying, Zhou Jiexi held his hand softly and replied softly.

"Let's make love quickly, hehe, maybe we'll be sold to work as coolies somewhere later." Hehe, man, work. Female, hehe" The middle-aged man who was squatting on the side grinned and said with a smile.

"Do you want to say another one?" Cheng Weiguo felt the trembling of his wife's hand, and couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart, and glared at the man fiercely.

"What, want to fight?" The middle-aged man pursed his lips listlessly, stretched out his index finger and tapped the back of his neck, "Come on, I won't fight back, see if you die first or I die first." ”

Slaves were the private property of their masters, and if there was a private fight between slaves, both parties were usually put to death.

The guards had noticed the movement and moved their guns in deterrence. These people are the goods of the boss's distinguished customers, and if something happens, they will be punished.

Cheng Weiguo clenched his fists, but he had no choice but to give up. Seeing that Cheng Weiguo didn't have a seizure, the other slaves around couldn't help but lose interest and no longer paid attention to this side.

Suddenly, the guards standing around moved. I saw six people standing in a row with rifles, and after saluting a young man, they got into a small haul truck for carrying and drove away in the direction they came.

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

In fact, I didn't feel anything, especially when I knew that I was in control of the life and death of these thirty people, this sense of indifference was particularly strong.

With a sigh, Jiang Chen left the abnormal feeling in his heart behind. He doesn't want to be a cold-blooded politician or guest, he just wants to be a rich man in the wine pond and meat forest.

It's cheesy, but it's cool.

However, if you want to accumulate wealth on this unregulated soil, you can't do it without the strength to match it. Otherwise, don't say anything rich, at most you are a fat sheep. If you encounter bandits like the Gray Gu Mercenary Group, you will only be slaughtered.

Therefore, force and deterrence are indispensable, and he still needs to adapt to it.

After settling down, Jiang Chen glanced at the cowering figures, and then slowly took a deep breath.

"Okay, look at me here, I'm your future master." Jiang Chen clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

The sound echoed through the dark sewers with such an eerie feeling.

"I know you have a lot of questions in your minds, such as whether you will be pulled somewhere to be used as bait, or go to the front line with a rifle to be cannon fodder or something. Luckily, I can tell you responsibly that no! ”

Jiang Chen obviously felt that everyone was relieved, and the 30 heart rate-related indicators displayed on the EP had also slowed down a lot.

With a smug smile on his face, Jiang Chen continued to take a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"You are really lucky because your master is me, and I am sure you will appreciate this soon. Work for me, I won't let you go hungry, and I'll even let you live a life of abundance that you couldn't even think of before. But "

Speaking of this, Jiang Chen slowed down his speech slightly, and deliberately lowered his voice, artificially adding a chill to his tone.

"I'm a very tolerant and merciful person, but the only thing I can't tolerate is betrayal. I'm sure you know what the chip on the back of your neck is, and for me, you don't have anything to say. For the betrayer, there is no punishment other than death, that's all. ”

The words fell loudly, but the sewers were terriblely quiet. The timid, frightened, and suspicious pupils dilated, and the nostrils below them did not even dare to breathe.

Fear? Smell a rat? That's right! That's what I want.

After the stick, he didn't believe that the gang would be disobedient. It is believed that after drinking the first bowl of porridge with cauliflower that they have not smelled for many years, these people who are skeptical will immediately be grateful and worship him as God.

"Why are you still stunned! Carry my stuff and go home! With a wave of Jiang Chen's hand, these slaves trembled and got up from the ground and carried the nearest supplies.

The first to climb up to the exit of the sewer, after confirming that it was safe, Jiang Chen put down the prepared sling. The men below hung the supplies on the slings, and then carried them up one by one. The machines used for production are dismantled and stored in boxes, which only need to be carried to the villa and assembled.

With a bunch of refugees carrying large bags and small bags, avoiding the dull-eyed zombies, and carefully walking through a messy street, Jiang Chen finally saw his villa, or "earth fort"

Press the bell. Soon, the fiery delicate body threw itself into his arms and hooked his neck.

"Did you mess with the flowers?" Squinting her eyes like a cat, Sun Jiao looked at Jiang Chen from bottom to top.

"Shouldn't the first sentence be that I miss you so much?" Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and patted Sun Jiao's back, this chick was getting more and more naughty. How so? The evolution of the barbarian to the little woman?

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

"I swear to God, no!" Jiang Chen hurriedly raised his index finger and said, while silently adding in his heart.

Robots are not human

Although the woman's intuition made Sun Jiao a little suspicious, there was really nothing on Jiang Chen's body that he shouldn't have. She's not the kind of woman who doesn't give up, and she quickly puts the matter aside.

After kissing Jiang Chen again, she began to beckon the slaves who had been left to dry to move their things into the villa. Then he worked with Jiang Chen to plan the placement of these slaves.

The lawn in the front courtyard of the main building of the villa was carved out by Jiang Chen to set up temporary tents for the refugees. This small travel tent was included in the batch of supplies that had been traded with Zhao Chenwu before, and it could barely fit 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, there were vacant rooms in the main building, but Jiang Chen didn't plan to be kind enough to let these strangers sleep in the house. Even if these people have no ability to resist, they are still "honest people" with no criminal record in the slums, but they are still a pimple in their hearts. Until the loyalty and sense of belonging of these people are cultivated, they can only be treated as strangers.

Yao Yao sensibly followed Jiang Chen's instructions, got a large cauldron, poured a small half bag of rice into the pot, and then mixed an appropriate amount of water into it. Then, according to Jiang Chen's instructions, she cut some green vegetable leaves and pork foam, and then poured them into the pot in one go, and then put two spoonfuls of salt and a small half spoon of monosodium glutamate.

The gas pipe was turned on, and a fire was lit under the pot with the stone pier as the bottom.

After struggling to stir the ingredients with a long wooden spoon, Yao Yao stood on tiptoe and folded the lid onto the pot with a whoosh.

sniffed, adjusted the heat again, and then Yao Yao obediently stood aside and waited for the porridge to cook. Although she didn't understand why Brother Jiang Chen would let these newly bought slaves eat such good food, no matter what Jiang Chen did, she would support her unconditionally.

Moreover, my brother is so handsome because of his gentle and kind appearance

Perhaps because of the heat of the stove, Yao Yao's little face was slightly hot.

Before she knew it, she had reached that age of crankiness.