CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

But suddenly an officer and soldier stopped the crowd.

"Wait a minute, why do I feel that this porridge tastes weird, with a strong sour taste?" The officer and soldier looked at Mengyao suspiciously.

Mengyao hesitated for five seconds, and quickly smoothed things over: "Gentlemen have been fighting outside for many years and enjoyed all the glory. They must not know about these lowly things. These things are just like this. They taste sour, but the meat is delicious!"

"Is that really the case?" The officer and soldier still had some doubts.

"What are you afraid of? She doesn't dare to count us!"

"That's it! That's it!"

"Don't stop us from eating if you don't eat! We're all starving to death!"

"That's it! That's it!"

The other officers and soldiers were already hungry.

Where is the time to doubt something.

Just push that officer away.

Then he walked to the place where the bowl was placed.

They each hold a bowl.

Then excitedly walked to the big black pot, spooned the porridge, and drank it with a gulp.

As for the suspicious officer just now.

I saw everyone eating so fast.

I'm afraid I won't have anything to eat.

I don't care about that much anymore.

He went directly to the bowl and took a bowl and ate it.

……

Mengyao stood where she was, looking at their stupid faces.

A sarcasm could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Four and ten minutes passed.

Everything was as she expected.

The officers and soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

At this moment, he was clutching his stomach in pain and screaming.

"Pile their corpses into a pile and burn them. Remember to leave their guns and send them to my room before today." She ordered to a group of black slaves, then turned and left as if nothing had happened.

The niggers watched her back.

They all showed awe and admiration.

After they reacted, they quickly piled up the corpses and planned to burn them.

But some black slaves were unwilling to let those officers and soldiers go.

They pierced the stomachs of those officers and soldiers with twigs, turned out the internal organs and tortured them for venting.

……

In the evening, Laban delivered the guns of the officers and soldiers to her room according to her instructions.

"Put it on the table." She pointed to the tea table and signaled Laban to put the gun on the table.

"Yes, ma'am." Laban nodded obediently, and accelerated his pace a little.

He walked to the tea table and put a basket of guns on the table.

"Huh." Since these guns are not light, he couldn't help but exhale after putting them down.

Mengyao walked to the table, picked up a gun and watched.

"How many guns are there in all?" she asked Laban, looking up.

"A total of 63, madam." Laban reported truthfully.

"Very good." Mengyao smiled with satisfaction.

"Ma'am, are we going to give these guns to the strong niggers?"

"No," Mengyao shook her head and refused, "These guns cannot be distributed to black slaves casually, otherwise they will easily break the rules and bully those black slaves who don't have guns."

"Then what shall we do, ma'am?"

"Find a few trustworthy ones, you don't need to be strong, the most important thing is to be obedient."

"I see, ma'am!" Laban nodded understandingly.

"Then go out and look for it now, time is running out. Maybe there will be new injuries tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

Laban nodded, then turned and left the hut.

Mengyao lowered her head and changed to a gun to study.

Want to see the difference between the two.

……

It was around eleven o'clock in the evening.

Laban brought thirty loyal and obedient slaves to her room.

"Madam, these are more obedient, usually not lazy, and have an honest personality." Laban reported the situation to her.

"En." Mengyao nodded in satisfaction.

She glanced at the basket of guns, then at the group of niggers.

"Each of you go and get one, and wear it on your body every day. If you see people with bad intentions, just shoot them."

Hesitation appeared on the faces of all the black slaves, and they didn't go over to get it for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Mengyao frowned, her eyes were a little displeased.

"Madam." The black slaves quickly explained, "Madam, we don't know how to use a gun at all, even if you give it to us, we don't know how to use it!"

"Yeah, we haven't even heard of that thing, and we don't know how to use it at all."

"Yes, yes!"

"Ma'am, you should find someone who can teach us how to use a gun."

"Yes, yes!"

……

"Take it, I'll teach you myself." Meng Yao replied blankly.

A look of shock flashed across the faces of the black slaves.

"I'll make dozens of calls, and whoever doesn't have a gun, I'll take him as a target!" She sternly glanced at everyone.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The black slaves were so frightened that they trembled all over, and hurriedly walked towards the basket as quickly as possible, for fear of delaying even a second.

After a few seconds, they all took their guns and stood in a row waiting for her order.

Mengyao glanced at everyone, and then looked at the manor outside.

"The location here is too small, go to the outside of the manor to learn."

"Yes, ma'am." The black slaves obeyed.

Mengyao walked outside first, letting the black slaves follow behind her.

-

When walking to the manor land.

She lined up the niggers.

She stood in the middle and showed them how to use the gun.

And how to aim the direction etc.

In fact, it was her first time using a gun.

But I watch a lot on TV.

It will be too.

I really didn't expect that one day.

She'll be like those cool killers on TV.

Teaching others how to use a gun with dignity.

The sense of accomplishment is really... indescribable.

Although the black slaves are not talented enough.

But after a night of study.

How many have comprehended the two-point technique.

She didn't expect the black slaves to have great skills and learn them in one day.

So it was postponed to a later date.

Teach them a little each day.

In the end.

She herself became a sharpshooter instead.

Also ridiculous.

……

The days passed by.

Ever since they had guns.

Those officers and soldiers never dared to offend again.

Even if there are one or two running.

It is also to ask if they are still short of people, or to ask for food.

She has never been compassionate.

If the other party has healthy limbs and is young and strong.

She can keep him in the manor as a black slave.

But if the other party has a broken limb and a few legs, and wants to take refuge or make a living.

She never picks up.

There are so many people in the world.

So many helpless people.

So many dying people.

How much can she help?

She has that energy.

It would be more practical to have a good night's sleep.

She thought she would continue to be so cruel and ruthless.

until one day.

……

She went outside the estate that day to inspect the crops.

But suddenly saw a veteran outside the fence.

He broke a leg.

Pale.

The beard on his face has turned white.

Probably over 60 years old.

She looked intrusive, and directly let the black slave who guarded the door drive him away.

But the old soldier refused to leave.

Even being kicked all over by the black slaves still refused to leave.

Out of curiosity, she walked over.

"You want to come to beg? But I can't give you here. If you don't leave, maybe your life will be gone!" She looked down at the veteran.

"Oh, ma'am..." The old soldier touched the tears all over his face and cried in an old hoarse voice, "Madam, I'm not here to make a living, I just want to find my daughter...she is six years old She was forcibly taken away after a while...I never saw her again...that's why I came here to try my luck...Madam..."