Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

Money?

Before the apocalypse, it was indeed a good thing.

After the disaster, the civilized order was completely destroyed, and money became a piece of waste paper, no longer having any purchasing power.

Now... it has only been 3 days since the apocalypse.

Many people still have unrealistic fantasies about the future, thinking that money can still be used as usual.

Civilization will definitely be restored.

Order will definitely be restored.

People's money will definitely be used as usual in the future, and they can buy anything as they did before.

Everyone has some of this fluke mentality, and Mo Jianfeng uses this mentality to constantly paint big cakes for others.

"I'll give you 10 million, and give you a house in the future."

"I'll give you the store on that commercial street, and you'll be your own boss in the future."

"That most popular bar will be yours in the future. When the rescue comes, we'll sign the procedures."

Mo Jianfeng keeps making promises, so those strong and ruthless people are willing to follow him and work for him.

But

Yang Feng, however, deeply understood that with the complete collapse of the civilized order, the previous currency had become completely obsolete.

Perhaps... a new monetary system will emerge in a while, but it will no longer be the small pieces of paper in the hands of the bosses, but the corpse tumor that can make people evolve and become stronger! !

"Save your money."

"Open your eyes and look around."

"The streets, supermarkets, and bank buildings are all full of monsters."

Yang Feng showed a sly smile: "You don't really think that these small pieces of paper that are harder than toilet paper can buy things from the hands of rotten corpse monsters?"

Yang Feng tore up the check directly.

He slapped Mo Jianfeng in the face in public, and not only that... he also smashed the pie that Mo Jianfeng had drawn.

People were panicking.

If everyone believed that the money in Mo Jianfeng's hands had become waste paper, then who would be willing to work for him? ? ?

Pah.

Mo Jianfeng's core interests were touched, and he got angry on the spot.

He slammed his palm on the table, his expression no longer gentle, baring his fangs and threatening: "There are more than 30 men in the whole building who are willing to work for me."

"All the supplies are collected in my hands."

"I know you are good at fighting, but how many can you fight alone?"

Carrot and stick.

Mo Jianfeng's inducement was ineffective, so he began to threaten with force, and said gloomily: "It's not too late to join us now!!"

He is worthy of being the boss, a natural leader.

Bai Ting and the surrounding security guards all showed admiration.

Ordinary people really can't stand the bombardment of coercion and inducement, and finally have to succumb to him.

"You."

"Threaten me?"

Yang Feng's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

He retracted his playful and playful face, his face became indifferent, and his eyes were a little murderous, like a cold blade that cuts the throat.

I don't know why.

Mo Jianfeng's confident heart produced a trace of fear.

That was the fear of death.

That was the fear of the unknown.

No matter how rich, powerful, or confident a person is... walking in the open wilderness, facing a hungry wolf with red eyes, he will feel deep fear.

Yang Feng is that hungry wolf.

Mo Jianfeng was scared. He quickly took out a square phone from his bag and revealed his trump card.

"This is a satellite phone!!"

"I had already contacted a team of professionals before the outbreak of the apocalypse."

"They are greedy for money and don't care about their lives. I have already paid a deposit in advance. Even if the support can't come, that group of people will come!!"

Mo Jianfeng's trump card is surprising.

Satellite phone.

When the communication is almost completely paralyzed, the special satellite phone can still maintain the signal.

Not only that... Mo Jianfeng also hired a group of professionals, who should be some special mercenaries wandering in the gray area of ​​the law.

In China, such people are rare.

Mo Jianfeng is worthy of being the chairman of the group. He actually has this wild way to protect himself.

His subtext is very simple: If you dare to touch me, there will be mercenaries to kill you! !

"It can be confirmed."

"You are indeed a threat to me."

The more Yang Feng listened, the colder his eyes became, and he really wanted to kill.

Cannot be kept.

Mo Jianfeng must not be kept.

He has strong leadership ability. He has won over a large number of subordinates in a short period of time, and his channels are very wide. He can even contact some miscellaneous mercenaries.

This man... has the potential to become a local tyrant.

Yang Feng stood up slowly.

The longer the night, the more dreams there are!

He has decided to kill this Mo Jianfeng directly. Although this is the first time they met, it should be the last time.

"Wait."

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Jianfeng also subconsciously felt the danger. The feeling of being stared at by a hungry wolf made his back cold.

Murderous intent.

Mo Jianfeng felt the most real murderous intent, subconsciously pulled himself out of the chair, and kept backing away.

"Are you crazy?"

"We just met for the first time!!"

Mo Jianfeng was very confused. The business was going well, and he was still using threats and inducements. Why did the other party suddenly take action? ?

Of course.

Mo Jianfeng's methods are absolutely effective for people in a civilized and orderly world. Everyone lives in a beautiful future and has to think about their future prospects.

Yang Feng is different.

He has survived in the dark apocalypse for 10 years. The future is dark, and the only thing he can fight for is today.

Once he encounters a real threat, it is best to eliminate it immediately... not tomorrow, not the future, but now! !

The enemy must be killed now, and there is no time to wait! !

"Don't move!"

"I told you not to move, you heard me!!"

The sturdy man closest to Mo Jianfeng, holding an iron rod in his hand, protected the big boss in front of him, raised it high and smashed it towards Yang Feng.

Bang.

With a loud bang, the iron rod fell hard, but did not fall on Yang Feng.

Reach out.

Grab.

Yang Feng simply raised his hand and grabbed the iron rod.

The terrifying power made his palm like a steel clamp, leaving deep finger marks on the iron rod.

[Deep Iron Fiber]

This is the evolved organ.

Yang Feng took the iron rod with a little force, grabbed the two ends of the iron rod with both hands, and twisted it into a U shape with slightly swollen muscles.

The iron rod was still deforming.

It didn't look like steel metal, but like a twist, twisted into a flower roll, and finally randomly pinched into a discus.

Clang.

The discus fell to the ground, shocking everyone's heart.

Is this still a human? ?

Is this power... really something that humans can achieve? ?

Monster!!

Yang Feng is a monster in human skin.

"Protect me, protect me!!"

Mo Jianfeng's face was pale, obviously frightened by the horrifying scene in front of him.

He has been a big shot in the business world for so many years, and he has seen all kinds of storms, but this is the first time he has encountered a monster like Yang Feng.

"Clang."

"Clang."

The bodyguards around him dropped their weapons one by one and scrambled to avoid it.

What a joke?

Although money is important, there is only one life. The steel rod was crushed into a discus, and if he rushed forward, wouldn't his head be crushed? ?

The first one to run away… was the sturdy man with a broken arm. He had already experienced Yang Feng’s terror once, and he definitely didn’t want to experience it a second time.

Even the most loyal mistress, General Manager Bai Ting, hid in the corner with her mouth covered, panicking.

“Don’t force me!!”

Mo Jianfeng shouted, his eyes were constantly fierce, and he played his second trump card.

Gun.

He suddenly took out a pistol and pointed it at Yang Feng.