Reborn, I hoard billions of supplies to become a doomsday boss

"No, not that kind of ghost!" Zheng Hui jumped anxiously when he saw that his brother had misunderstood what he meant. "I mean that kind of... invisible, intangible, intangible ghost."

Zheng Ming was stunned after hearing this, drank less than half of the bottle of wine in his hand, wiped his mouth and said, "What the hell is that?"

Seeing that Zheng Ming was in a daze after drinking, Zheng Hui knew that if he told him, he might not understand, so he waved his hands to the two guards behind him as if it was troublesome: "You tell me!"

The guard said: "It's like this, boss. Outside the cave, the trap we bought was suddenly punished for some reason, but no trace of a human or zombie was seen in the trap."

The person next to Zheng Ming said: "Could it be that it was blown by the wind by chance?"

"If one is blown by the wind, can everyone be blown away by the wind?" Zheng Hui frowned, "Now all the traps outside have basically been set off. If this is called a coincidence, then it is too much of a coincidence."

"Why are you guys so cowardly?" Zheng Ming put the half-eaten chicken legs on the table, wiped his greasy hands, and said, "Let's go out with me and take a look."

Mu Shisheng and Qi Chuan exchanged glances. When they opened the iron door, Qi Chuan suddenly jumped out from the side and kicked Zheng Ming in the chest.

Zheng Ming took a few steps back, sat down on the ground, covered his face and exclaimed: "Who bumped into me without eyesight?"

"Boss, someone broke in!"

At this time, the guard finally saw the figure clearly. It was a young man in his 20s, holding a Tang knife in his hand.

"who are you?!"

"There's a little girl over there!"

In the crowd, a squinty-looking person pointed at Mu Shisheng: "Beauty, are you and that person together? It's pointless to follow him, why not follow me..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Chuan used a Tang knife to pick up a stone on the ground and hit him on the head.

"Ouch... how dare you hit me! Do you know who I am? Are you impatient?"

Zheng Hui gave the drunkard a hard look. Isn't the point of the question now, who are the two of them?How did you get here?

"We are bounty hunters." Mu Shisheng raised the fire ax and said coldly, "We are here today to kill you."

"What? Kill us?" Zheng Ming sneered, "You two still want to kill us, are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"Just because you have more people doesn't mean your attack power is strong."

Mu Shisheng's tone was calm and certain, as if winning them was a sure thing.

"Brother..." Zheng Hui came over and whispered, "Both of them... seem to be superpowers."

After a fleeting panic flashed across Zheng Ming's face, he adopted a nonchalant attitude: "So what about the superpowers? We also have superpowers here."

After speaking, Zheng Ming pushed the person behind him out: "We have S-level superpowers here, can you compete with them?"

The person who was pushed out obviously did not expect Zheng Ming's actions. He looked panicked at first, and then said loudly with a soft voice: "Yes, I am an S-class superpower. You two are no match for me. I don't want to die." If so, get out of here!"

Qi Chuan looked at him with a blank expression. Natural S-level superpowers were very rare, with only a hundred or so in the world. Many S-level superpowers later achieved breakthroughs with the assistance of crystal cores and other machines. Level, improved.

But even though the speed of this apocalyptic outbreak has accelerated, there is still no technology invented that can break through the A level and upgrade it to the S level.

Once upon a time, when the R city base was just built, Qi Chuan got a roster of S-class superpowers, and he was sure that the bandit in front of him was not among them.

Mu Shisheng suddenly burst into laughter, with contempt on his face: "S-class superpower? It's so funny. How can you say such a thing so brazenly?"

Mu Shisheng had met this person in his previous life. His name was Anwen. In his previous life, he claimed to be an S-class superpower, and he used this to join Zheng Ming's bandit group, where he ate and drank for free and was treated favorably.

But the actual situation is that Anwen is not only not an S-class superpower, he is not even a superpower. The reason why he can deceive many copycats is because his original profession is a magician, and he is a magician under Zheng Ming and Zheng Ming. The superpowers displayed in front of Hui were just a cover-up using his magic show techniques.

But in the final analysis, Mu Shisheng still had to thank him. In her previous life, if she hadn't met such a cheater, she would never have been able to escape from the Shanzhai's hands.

Qi Chuan looked An Wen up and down and smiled coldly: "You said you are an S-level person. It just so happens that I am also an S-level person. It just so happens that we come to compete."

An Wen was stunned when he heard this. S-class superpowers can be said to be rare, very rare, so he can get preferential treatment among bandits by saying that he is S-class you can write.

But what he didn't expect was that the fake Mr. Bao met the real Mr. Bao, and an S-level superpower really showed up. And now that he proposed to compete with himself, wouldn't he be willing to die?

"What?" Seeing that he hadn't moved yet, Qi Chuan asked, "Are you scared?"

"N-nonsense!" An Wen argued, "How can I be afraid of you, a dignified S-level superpower?"

"is it?"

Qi Chuan suddenly raised his eyebrows, channeled his energy into Chang Xin, held the Tang Dao tightly, and slashed at An Wen.

"Ah!" An Wen suddenly attacked from behind, screamed in fright, and took several steps back, "Why do you do it when you say it? You don't have martial ethics!"

After reviving her life, she will no longer trust others, and must let those who have framed her get the fate they deserve!

"Senior Sister!" A handsome young man appeared outside the cave and shouted anxiously, "Senior Sister, how are you? They actually used tripod vine to tie you up, it's really too much!"

The visitor was none other than Song Yuan.

Lu Xiaoxue's eyes gradually turned cold. She looked at Song Yuan who was running over and pulled back her thoughts. In this life, she would never trust him again and had to rely on her own strength to get rid of the suspicion. However, now she was scarred and her body was full of scars. The spiritual power has long been unable to gather, how to escape?