Zhang Xiaoguo's words more or less affected Yang Xiaohai. He recognized that cannibalism was all too common in the last days. With the power of one person, nothing can be changed now. There was a loud dance music in his ears, and a distorted figure behind the window in his eyes.

Suddenly, Yang Xiaohai felt like he was in hell. He would love to do something to express his indignation, but what could he do? Because you eat human flesh, you kill everyone you see? Wouldn't he lose his humanity in that way? But just watching these ogres be chic and free?

Coming out of home, Yang Xiaohai felt so small and weak for the first time. He was helpless against these people. All he can do is restrain himself and the black pupil affected by him from eating human flesh. The tangled thoughts made him clench his fists, but he still had to control the force so as not to trigger the bone knife. He wanted to make a fuss, but reason suppressed him.

Under the cold eyes of the mercenaries, Yang Xiaohai stood in front of the window in a daze and turned into a sculpture. The black pupil had eaten enough fruit, and her petite body sat cross-legged on the sofa. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the miasma elsewhere, Yang Xiaohai and the others are incompatible with the entire prison.

When Yang Xiaohai was hesitating, time slipped away in a hurry. Half an hour flew by. The rousing dance music came to an abrupt end, and the bunny girl returned to sight with the microphone again. "Are you still satisfied with the taste? If you think so, give Chef William some encouraging applause. ”

The bunny girl raised her hand with a gesture. A man in a chef's suit and a tall chef's hat emerges from the shadows. He grabbed two broken arms in one hand and waved them in circles towards the two floors, smiling enthusiastically and politely. Four severed arms, he has two hands. Six arms waved softly in the air. Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaohai's fists clenched tighter.

"Mr. William's cooking skills can be trusted. But please cherish your time. Because the Warriors are taking risks outside of prison, we can't be too comfortable. If you upset the GIs and eat me again, there will be no cute rabbit to run the auction for you. The prisons on both sides of the corridor were greeted with well-timed laughter.

"It's too wasteful to eat, and you only have a few taels of meat on you. Come with me, and what will be mine will be yours from now on! A loud voice suddenly rang out in the prison. The sound didn't come through a loudspeaker.

"Again, I'm not for sale for Mr. Brie. The better ones than me are in the back, so please be patient. As long as you have the resources, you won't be disappointed. The bunny girl cleared her throat.

"So far, we've received more than 100 lots. In order to ensure fairness, the auction will be held on the order of registration. Without further ado, let's take a look at the next lot. ”

With the crisp words of the bunny girl, the creak of the wooden cart was pushed out of the shadows again. Perhaps such a small wooden car was specially made for the auction, right? Yang Xiaohai, who was confused in his mind, looked downstairs fixedly, and it was difficult to choose whether to make a big fuss or settle the matter.

Rows of cans and bottles were placed side by side on small wooden carts, and the buzz of chatter pierced the walls of the prison building. Yang Xiaohai, who was at a loss, put aside his thoughts for the time being, and satisfied his curiosity first. The bunny girl seemed to know everyone's doubts, and deliberately stood aside and remained silent for a long time. The buzz was louder.

A few minutes later, the rabbit girl saw that she had had her appetite, and then she said slowly: "Futu Mountain is the symbol of the Japanese company. The air on Mt. Tomito is filled with the smell of cherry blossoms. Being able to take a breath of romance anytime and anywhere is definitely a beautiful thing. Look, these cans are compressed air from the top of the Rich Mountains.

The provider is Mr. Hashimoto of Wakoku Corporation. These things were rare before the end of the world, and they are undoubtedly rare now. Imagine how pleasant it would be for you to savor the atmosphere of freedom and romance in the midst of the dangers of the infected.

Without further ado, 11 cans of compressed air are not only sold, but Mr. Hashimoto said that they can be exchanged for anything useful. As long as your supplies impress him, the precious romantic breath of freedom is yours. ”

Bunny Girl's Chinese is very fluent, better than Yang Xiaohai's words. Under her deliberate rendering, eleven bottles of air immediately became otherworldly.

"100 bags of high-strength flour plus a full set of toasting equipment!"

"A cart of fresh green onions." "100 catties of self-brewed pure grain burning knives."

…… Even if Yang Xiaohai was wandering in the world, he was still stunned. It's all stupid people who have a lot of money...... Can you sell air? After several bids, 11 cans of compressed air were exchanged for 5 tons of sorghum.

"The next lot is a bottle of 60-year-old whisky from Monsieur Hugo from the Gallic State Company! This whisky was produced in a limited edition of 24 bottles, and no one knows how many bottles are left, but it's certainly not much. Ten years ago, there was a record 1.1 million metres of the same bottle sold for the same lot. The owner of the lot did not want to give out personal information, he wanted to exchange food. ”

It is obviously a valuable treasure, but the bunny girl is silent after a few simple words. As if in response to her attitude, no one started shooting after more than ten seconds.

"Is it because the price is too high and everyone is unwilling to change?" Yang Xiaohai thought about himself. Ten years before the end of the world, it was more than a million, isn't it sky-high now? The food you want has to go to the sea, right? A huge amount of food is only exchanged for a bottle of wine, how can you think about it, how is it not cost-effective?

"Two pork fans that have been frozen for a year and a half."

After waiting for a while, a voice finally made an offer. "Good guy, this guy is really down-to-earth with a bid. That's more than 1 million meters of fine wine. Two fans of pork, or frozen for a year and a half, what do you want to drop? ”

Yang Xiaohai felt that the man was here to smash the field. Even if you add the handling fee, it's only four pork fans - two pigs.

"Deal."

The end times of the Holocaust have changed many rules. What was precious in peacetime is now vastly diminished. For example, things like gold and jewelry, even if war cannot shake the status of precious metals, have fallen into the price of cabbage in the last days.

In the next auction, an auctioneer from Feizhou Guogong wanted to exchange 2,000 tons of gold bricks and ten catties of precious stones for food. Just under Yang Xiaohai's greedy gaze, rows of cars were pushed into the corridor and pushed down gorgeously. Even though the tall man like black charcoal repeatedly lowered the price, there was still no one to bid. In desperation, the strong black man took the initiative to press the demand to the point that he only needed to order gasoline - subsidized the freight and the deal was closed, but still no one bid.

Yang Xiaohai's eyesight was excellent, so he could clearly see the beads of sweat on the black buddy's face. Feizhou is not close. Something so heavy, God knows how much fuel is consumed in transit. But who is to blame?

Why didn't he want to think about it, whether it was gold or diamonds, what could that thing do after all? Will it be able to eat or will it be able to withstand the attack of the "infected"? Not to mention the hard work of transportation, but also to occupy a special space, who is willing to exchange real food for garbage? Lao Hei faced a bitter gourd and watched how his lot came up and how it was pushed down. This trip is destined to be lost. Gold and precious stones were also among the first to go unsold.

When the yellow and neat gold brick cart was pushed down, Yang Xiaohai's heart was pierced by a needle. As a veteran otaku, he had never seen so much gold in his life. The car full of crystal clear gems dazzled my eyes.

He regretted that he had the resources himself. Looking at Lao Hei's anxious and depressed appearance, it is estimated that more than a dozen boxes of canned food from the "Shelter" can be sold. Although things are useless to themselves, they look good at it.

Next, all kinds of strange things are presented one by one. Most of them were successfully sold, and there were also things that did not meet the needs of the end times that were miserably unsold. Yang Xiaohai has been standing in front of the window. The redhead never came back since she hit out. The strange lots attracted Yang Xiaohai's attention, so that he didn't do anything out of the ordinary until now

。 How weird can the lot be? In addition to the air and various celebrities, there are actually people who sell intelligence. The seller was also reluctant to show his face, and he heard the rabbit girl say that the information was a coordinate to put it bluntly.

Coordinates demarcate an underground secret base. Not to mention that the place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure just because of the advanced weapons, cars, tanks, planes, etc. It is as if there is a scorpion-shaped S-mutant "infected", dozens of D-mutant "infected" of different forms, and thousands of T-type "infected".

It sounds like a lot, but it's a limited number. As long as all the infected people are freed, they can obtain an extremely rich number of strategic materials. Such an intelligence has attracted the attention of many forces. But the auctioneer needs to find a place where no infected people have set foot yet, even if it is a closed Jedi.

This seemingly simple request silenced all the forces. Yang Xiaohai originally wanted to tell the location of the "refuge", but after thinking about it, what is the use of asking for so many arms between himself and Heitong? So pursed his lips and continued to be his statue. Moreover, the T-D-S type "infected" pronounced by the rabbit girl popping beans also made Yang Xiaohai confused.

The most popular in the auction are high-precision weapons, as well as production and living resources. Weapons are easy to understand, from warships, tanks and airplanes, to individual equipment, as long as they can enhance their strength in the last days, they will be sought after by many forces.

Watching the gorgeous debut of weapons from different eras produced by various companies, and being replaced in a chic manner, Yang Xiaohai's eyes were hot. He could only sigh that "Brie" had made a lot of money, and secretly swallowed his saliva. Who made him cleaner than his face? After thinking about it carefully, although Yang Xiaohai has changed, he is still a poor ghost at the root.

Black Pupil still has a "Tiancong Cloud Sword" to serve as a façade. What about him? Absolutely destitute people through and through. There is no harm without comparison. Before participating in the auction, Yang Xiaohai felt that he was still alive and well. Now compare with the bigwigs of all forces. He immediately felt inferior.

"He's meowing, Lao Tzu will be rich sooner or later. Become ...... with you No! The bastard must be better than you! "The poor ghost was stimulated by a bunch of local tyrants.

Maybe it's two hours, maybe it's four o'clock. After the initial excitement, curiosity and frustration, Yang Xiaohai gradually became numb. He didn't know how long he had been standing in front of the window. His abundant physical strength and strong muscles made him lose sight of time.

In the midst of the numbness, a row of white-flowered, bikini-only beauties stepped out of the shadows and stood in a row in the hallway.