Bug Master In Doomsday

When Wang Mang heard this, he was a bit surprised. No, these people are not newbies who go hunting in the wild for the first time. Bring enough fuel, this key problem will go wrong?

Wang Mang lit a cigarette, slowly spit out the turbid smoke in his mouth, and asked: "A few of you don't seem to be newbies, why do this kind of problems still occur?"

When the middle-aged man headed this, he slapped his thigh annoyed when he mentioned this, his teeth were smoking cigarettes, and he almost gnashed his teeth and said: "It's all to blame for the black-hearted merchant who resells fuel, that inhuman animal! Full of fuel! The price has increased nearly twice!"

Originally, the money that our team bought for fuel can fill the tank and even make it rich! But after this price increase, the fuel is only a quarter of the original! "

A simple and honest man wearing a white vest and sweat stains on his clothes nodded his head with the same hatred: "Brother Zhang is right. Those black-hearted businessmen only dare to bully us ordinary people. Those with supernatural powers buy fuel at the original price. , It's so unfair!"

As the saying goes, people don’t suffer from lack, but suffer from unevenness. This merchant who resells fuel treats ordinary people and people with supernatural powers differently. These two different groups are indeed ugly.

It's no wonder that these people have opinions, but what can be done if they have opinions, ordinary people can't deal with these deep-rooted businessmen!

Wang Mang patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, smiled and said, "Brother, there will always be some early days in the future. Wait, it's not far." In Wang Mang's words, he obviously knew something, but still Without waiting for the honest and honest man to ask questions, he continued:

"Several guys, your pickup trucks also burn fuel. It just happens that I bring a lot. Let me add some first. I'll talk about it when I get to Pengshi."

Wang Mang beckoned to Wang Hu, who was leaning against the car, and pointed to the gas port. Wang Hu nodded clearly and turned to find gas in the car.

The middle-aged man who had gritted his teeth before, saw Wang Mang say so, he stopped smoking the cigarettes in his mouth, and instead held Wang Mang's hands with his grateful hands, and kept shaking:

"Thank you, brother, thank you, not much else, when we get to Pengshi, let's find a restaurant to have a good meal, brother, don't refuse, our fire team has always repaid gratitude!"

Wang Mang looked at their slightly shabby outfits but with unusually sincere gazes. He couldn't bear to refuse. He nodded and said seriously, "Okay! It just so happens that I also want to ask you something about your brother, so it's better to be respectful!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he saw Wang Mang's promise. "If you don't hate me, just call me Zhang Lao San."

"Brother Mang, here's the oil," Wang Hu easily carried a large oil barrel with one hand, looking as if he was shopping with a basket, his face was not struggling at all.

Those people were all shocked by Wang Hu's freehand means. Is it possible that this is still a supernatural person? !

Wang Mang naturally saw the expressions on the faces of these people, smiled and explained: "Several, we are indeed supernaturalists. We just came from another place. I don’t know much about Peng Shi. We need a few more. Lead the way,"

Seeing that Wang Mang had revealed the identity of his supernatural power, the expressions on their faces were as if they had opened a dye shop. They were shocked and unbelievable. Oh my god, the superb super power actually smoked themselves? Speaking so politely, I’m not dreaming, right?