Somewhere in the original, a group of people, the original inhabitants carried forks and spears, and gathered together to discuss a certain important matter.

The skin of the indigenous people is bronzed, and the appearance is smooth and shiny, as if it had been smeared with a layer of oil.

In front of this group of natives was a fair-skinned young man.

The man was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his skin was so white that many women would be jealous, and he stood out as an outlier among this group of natives, and it was very dazzling.

As long as you scan it with your eyes, you can easily discover his existence.

"God—"

The leader of the natives came to the young man and called him God with a respectful expression.

"Hmm. Have you all arrived?" the young man asked coldly.

"When you have arrived at God, please command. The leader of the natives bent over and said.

"Good. ”

The young man nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand and said, "Now lead everyone to set out with me, we will go and save those who are still living in dire straits, so that they will not suffer from the sufferings of the world." ”

"It's God!" the leader replied respectfully.

"Those human beings are too weak, and their existence is simply a remorse for us strong people who stand at the top of the human race, they are not worthy of being human beings at all. The young man said again.

"God is right—"

"God, kill those tiny ants, they have broken our human traditions, and they have no human appearance at all!"

"God, thank you for coming to our rescue and for giving us so many delicious things. We'll wipe out those weak pigs!"

The indigenous people kept a straight face and swore that they would be guaranteed by God.

"Good. ”

The young man nodded with satisfaction, and then pointed to the two super large black packaging bags behind him, "Inside are the holy products I brought back to you, you have two packs of food to satisfy your hunger first, and when we win the final victory, I will reward you more!"

"Thank God—"

When the young man's voice fell, the eyes of the countless natives present lit up with gratitude, and their excited expressions seemed to rush to the two bags.

"Chief, I'll leave the rest to you!

The young man pointed his finger at the indigenous chief.

The leader nodded, and then ran quickly to the large bag.

When he brought it up, he opened the bag to reveal a pack of small boxy plastic bags that bulged in the middle.

The small bag has a colorful appearance, and the appearance of several people is also depicted.

On the pouch are written 'Tang monk meat' several Central Plains characters.

"Two packs per person, come and get them in order!"

At the chief's order, the natives immediately lined up to take their share, and then quickly ran to the side to tear open the small bag and eat the contents.

These small bags are all food, and inside are slender and long, stick-like things.

The natives saw these small stick-like things, and one by one the serious waves bloomed, and they began to chew and move.

They chewed on it with tears in their eyes, shouting that this was so delicious!

Others were already crying and kneeling, kowtowing to the young man in thanksgiving, "Thank God, thank you for bringing us these delicacies on earth!"

The 'Tang monk meat' they eat is a very popular snack food in the Central Plains of the East, commonly known as spicy strips.

For a long time, the indigenous people had little contact with the outside world, so they naturally did not understand the development situation outside the world, as well as the great evolution of cooking and cuisine.

How can they know how to create the beauty of 'ingredients', who are accustomed to grilling or stewing on the fire?

"Let's go—"

After a while, the young man commanded with a large hand: "When we have slain all the enemies and won the victory, then I will reward each of us with a large bag." ”

"A big bag—"

Hearing that one person who wins the battle can have a big bag of spicy noodles, the natives are all boiling, and one by one they cry and thank the young people again and again, "Thank God for the gift, we will definitely work hard!"

Poor man!

The information is blocked, and the spicy strips of five cents and one piece can make them work hard.

......

"Let's go—"

On another small island, a young man from outside the island also ordered the island's natives to set out, promising many benefits if they succeeded.

......

In a certain town, most of the residents have been transformed by hormone drugs and turned into mutants with strong strength.

They jumped like tigers and wolves, and they were seven or eight meters tall in one leap, which was a power they had never experienced before.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk...... Dingding......ding"

A strange sound resounded over the entire town, and immediately these powerful mutants put down what they were doing and rushed towards the southeast.

Soon, the whole town gathered in a square to the southeast.

The crowd was so dense that it blocked all roads outside the square.

"Guys, now is the time to use us!"

After the crowd was assembled, a man in black stood on the idol of the god in the square, holding a loudspeaker and announcing to everyone: "Our great god emperor said that he will completely strangle those weak human beings, so that they will not defile us, because they are not worthy of it. ”

"Yes—"

Everyone drank in unison, and everyone was still conscious before, but now they were like walking dead, without the slightest ability to think independently.

"Let's go—"

The black-clothed man standing on the idol waved his hand, and in an instant, those people turned around and left in a certain direction like ants.

They don't have smiling faces, they don't have the joy and excitement they felt before because they have gained great strength, and they just have numb cold faces.

It was as if someone owed them millions and didn't pay it back.

......

Somewhere in West Asia, a group of men and women in white coats with eyes gathered.

They held all kinds of test tubes and microscopes in their hands, and they were doing the work at hand with serious expressions.

Outside them were heavily armed warriors, who were surrounding this group of scientists, both men and women.

On the main street outside the Institute, ordinary residents have been moved to other safe places.

A group of stern-faced warriors replaced the usual inhabitants.

"Whew-"

"Doodoo-"

At this time, around the originally peaceful scientific research base, a loud alarm suddenly sounded.

In an instant, the cold warriors opened their eyes one by one, and quickly looked around with their heads with their weapons.

"There is a large number of mutants attacking in the east, please send reinforcements quickly!"

A moment after the alarm sounded, a rush was heard.

When the warriors heard this, they took quick steps and ran towards the east.

"A large number of mutants have flashed in the direction of the west, please send reinforcements quickly!"

The crowd had just run out for a while when urgent information came from the radio room again.

The crowd was stunned, and soon the warriors from the west turned around and turned back to reinforce them.

"Woo-woo-"

Sirens sounded in the sky again, and the sound of fire continued to be heard from the radio room, "The south is under enemy attack...... The north was attacked by the enemy......"

"Damn, we're surrounded by them!"

(End of chapter)