In the team, the status of the waiter is somewhat special.

Although there are always outsiders on the team, not everyone can stay for long. Combat missions are almost daily, and the constant appearance of murderous corpses can bring death to people. In such a situation, it is destined that the proportion of team combatants is much greater than that of service personnel.

Men are very picky. Especially in the chaotic situation, the lack of food leads to malnutrition in many people. A woman with an average posture will become yellow and thin, and her appearance will be withered. Even the most skillful makeup techniques can't hide the loose skin and hard bones after the fat is quickly consumed. There are no plump **** and buttocks, and there is no bumpy figure. Sleeping with such a woman is no different from a living skeleton.

Only those women who are in the best condition and in the best health are qualified to become waitresses. This selection criterion is not Liu Tianming's decision alone, but the consensus of most of the men in the team. They like it and are very willing to give their opinion on this issue. Wombs and so-called "skinny beauties" people don't need them at all. To be able to play the role of a waiter in a team, in addition to having the advantage of physical appearance, you must also be diligent in your hands and feet, be able to cook, be able to do laundry, and work hard in front of a lot of trivial tasks...... Otherwise, others won't find a reason to protect you during critical times and provide you with extra food for your daily needs.

Or, like Chen Lin, who is both a combatant and a service worker.

In a word, there are no idlers in the team. Here, everyone can find their own value.

It is precisely because they are aware of their personal abilities and their usual needs that both the core members of the team and the followers have good intentions towards the identified service personnel. They treat these people as an indispensable part and an object that must be guarded. This kind of consciousness is guided intentionally or unintentionally when the followers join the team. He used a special system to make his followers have a sense of advocacy. Not just for yourself, but for the whole team.

Of course, if a follower falls in love with a service member and wants to become a more intimate couple, they will have to pay more. In short, men will be responsible for heavier combat missions, and women will be doubled for logistics. This somewhat offsets the share of work as a waiter, but must be supplemented by other means.

Followers usually pay attention to this. They never beat or scolded the service staff. Something similar has happened before, and everyone who broke the rules was killed without exception. The execution process was carried out by the attendants.

Liu Tianming used blood and death to make everyone understand that the rules he made were absolutely inviolable.

The team is mine. Here, all my will must be carried out, carried out without reservation.

Ma Liantao was frightened, his heart beating violently. He wanted to lie, but at the same time, there were several women testifying, and there was a staring Chen Lin standing opposite, and he couldn't tell the lies he made up. Large drops of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, and luck kept wandering through the cracks of fear. He gulped his saliva, and his confessional voice was so weak that it sounded like a miserable pleading: "...... I...... Say they...... Be...... Prostitute...... 1 sub. ”

The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Almost everyone took out their weapons, and the sound of "click-click-click" pulling the bolt safety was dense and noisy. Dozens of grappling knives reflect a metallic sheen in the dark. Although Ma Liantao's voice was small, only a few people standing closest could hear it. But the words that came out of his mouth immediately spread through the others, spreading like a virus through the crowd.

"Do you hear that? This kid scolded our people. ”

"Fair trade is the rule of the team. He didn't want to obey the rules, and if people didn't agree to the conditions, he scolded Xiao Chen for being 1 and 1 son...... Yards, hand me the knife, I'm going to cut this guy's tongue out. ”

"This guy surnamed Ma seems to have only come yesterday, and he doesn't understand anything stupidly."

"Kill him. Like Xiao Chen said, cut off the underside of him and stuff it into his mouth. ”

These words all sound terrible.

Human beings can easily lose their minds when they are in chaos, and their logical thinking is also influenced by those around them. The so-called "passionate surge" is often actually a violent impulse. Especially now, Ma Liantao never dreamed that the few words that came out of his mouth, especially the last word, would actually set off a storm among his followers, and his eyes staring at him were full of ferocity, like hungry wolves waiting to eat.

The scene was completely out of control.

I don't know who started first, and a heavy punch slammed into the top of Ma Liantao's head, knocking him to the ground screaming with a frightened face. In less than a second, countless shoes kicked at him with force and rained down on his body without mercy. Filthy saliva and thick phlegm flew from farther away, mixed with stones and sand. The snow on the ground was soon ravaged into a puddle of mud, and he lay on the ground, his hands on his head, the wound on his waist cracked open, his internal organs sticking in the blood, and his screams were full of pain and regret.

Liu Tianming stood in the distance and watched silently, without the slightest intention of coming over to interfere.

Once there are rules, they must be followed. This is true for anyone on the team.

Lei Ping felt that he could no longer control the situation.

He rushed left and right, shouting all the time, trying to stop the people around him from continuing to hurt Ma Liantao.

"Stop! Don't hit. ”

"Stop, he'll die if he keeps fighting."

The hoarse shouting had an effect, and the people around them gradually stopped moving. Several followers standing in front of him walked over and stared at Lei Ping with fierce eyes, as if he was the biggest villain in preventing the Justice League from punishing evil and promoting good.

The leader of the followers was a middle-aged man. He was about the same size as Lei Ping, holding a knife in his hand, raising his head, raising his gaze as high as possible, squinting at Lei Ping coldly, and asking a threatening cold question: "You have been protecting this guy." Say, what do you want to do? ”

The others were also around, their eyes also shining with a bad look.

"You can't do that."

Lei Ping controlled his emotions. He clasped his hands tightly, tried his best to block in front of the dying Ma Liantao, and patiently persuaded these people: "Everything must be based on the law." Although he did the wrong thing, he was a human being after all, and he did not cause physical harm to others. This is a contradiction that stays at the stage of verbal quarrels, and it needs to be mediated, not like now, just find an excuse to beat him to death. He is a human being, a living person, not a dog. ”

Chen Lin's hateful voice came from the crowd: "He's a brute. No...... It should be worse than a brute. ”

More scattered voices were heard.

"He looked down on us and thought we could play around with it."

"He has to pay for what he has said and what he has done."

"I'm afraid there's something wrong with this guy, what kind of chicken-pulling law is he talking about now? He's got water in his head, right? ”

All kinds of discussions were endless, and people suddenly remembered that ———— Lei Ping's previous profession was a police officer.

Seniority is important most of the time. Lei Ping joined the team very early, and he is also an old acquaintance with Qi Yuanchang, Huang He and others. However, the difference between Lei Ping and the others is also obvious. To put it simply, he has not fully adapted to this chaotic world, and a lot of thinking logic is still stuck in the era of peace.

Because of this, Lei Ping is also one of the very few old team members who have not received immunity drugs and are still in the form of ordinary people.

For those who can't agree with the rules, Liu Tianming won't give him a chance to transform. "Loyalty" is such a thing, first of all, to produce a sense of identity from the root of thinking. If you can't even achieve this basic premise, Lei Ping's identity in the team can only be a follower forever.

Repins felt like his brain was getting so confused that he couldn't think. In fact, this is also true. Strictly speaking, there are not many good people in the team. Even if it was, it has been tortured into a villain by the bloody and cruel real world. Killing and violence became the basic factors that flowed through their veins. It's not that they're willing to take the initiative to become humanoid monsters, but in today's world, these things have become the foundation of survival that supports them to survive.

"Chopped this dog mongrel with the surname Ma."

"Lao Tzu has never liked to believe in any kind of thief."

"Pull his bones out of the flesh......"

Lei Ping could only block one side, and he couldn't protect Ma Liantao in all directions like the legendary golden bell jar. The followers scolded and scolded with their hands and feet, and under the leadership of several women, knives and sticks slashed their heads and covered their faces and beckoned to Ma Liantao who was lying on the ground. His screams grew lower and lower, and by the end they had turned into indistinguishable moans of pain.

"Don't fight, you can't do this! No! ”

Lei Ping roared as if he was nervous, he ran desperately around Ma Liantao, the expression on his face was like crying, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was going crazy.

He had never felt more like he was now that there were things that had to be followed through. Yes, Lei Ping's subconscious also admits that this behavior is stupid. But he couldn't convince himself to stand by and watch. All the way from Kunming, Lei Ping felt that he had watched many times and seen too many tragedies beyond the scope of the law. He felt that some things were not as troublesome as they appeared on the surface. As long as you stand up and say a few fair words, I'm afraid you won't get that result at all.

In any case, I am a people's policeman.

This obsession became more and more firm in Lei Ping's mind. He felt he had to do something, especially now. Although the whole incident was caused by Ma Liantao, according to the relevant laws in peacetime, he was not guilty of death.

No matter what the world ends up being, I have to defend my ideals.

(End of chapter)