Chapter 67 Strange Steamed buns

"This steamed bun is really strange, and only Chinese profiteers can make it."

Four taels of grain a day, that is, two steamed buns. If it is according to the regulations, it should be four taels of dry flour, and if it is enough, it should not starve to death. But when Guo Zhenbei saw that the guy who was dizzy by his cigarette took out the steamed buns, he couldn't but admire those profiteers.

I don't know what those guys used. The steamed buns look quite big and loose. If you pinch them with your hands, I'm afraid they will only be the size of finger eggs.

"Are these bastards not afraid of starving to death when steaming such strange steamed buns?"

Guo Zhenbei's inquiry was just in exchange for the security guard sitting there squinting. In that way, aliens have been discovered. Then he shrugged his shoulders indifferently to show that he was still satisfied with the life in front of him.

"Of course I can't starve to death! If they don't give enough, we won't think of something by ourselves. Which company can't grow a few vegetables in the flower pot! And I became a security guard like me, and naturally there are people in the store..."

Guo Zhenbei seems to have seen the steamed buns that should have been steamed with four taels of grain. More than half of them were taken away by the profiteers. As for where they went, they just looked at the following things. If Guo Zhenbei knew the advance and retreat, he should know that he had touched the warning line that should not be touched.

He has been looking at Guo Zhenbei's boss with vigilance. At this time, he just put down the walkie-talkie and probably didn't know who had passed the breath with. When he put down the walkie-talkie, his eyes changed. He probably had contacted someone who supported him.

"Hey, what do you do, going around here?"

The contempt and vigilance in the eyes are really like the old ladies wearing red cuffs in the 1950s and 1960s. It's just that those respectable old ladies are for the safety of the family home, but what about the bastard in front of them?

He only raised his eyes and glanced a little. Guo Zhenbeishui could almost confirm his identity. At least his face is full of red light, and at least he is full of fresh vegetables. What's the way it comes from? You don't need to investigate, and you can guess it with guessing.

However, Siweier disagrees with Guo Zhenbei's problem of "guessing". As an intelligent brain, she pays attention to "data". Whether it is images or numbers, collecting data and comprehensive analysis are the real means to determine a person's identity.

Guo Zhenbei turned around and exposed his leg with a quick-drawn holster in front of the store owner. He glanced at the boss and warned him that if he was entangled, he would not have a good end.

When he saw the "magic spell" pistol on the side of Guo Zhenbei's leg for the "Tray God Hammer Power Armor", which was a circle larger than the Desert Eagle, he closed his mouth tightly and immediately hid in the office behind his store.

Of course, this is useless. It will only make Guo Zhenbei feel ridiculous. Because no matter where he hides, the "magic spell" can pierce several layers of walls in front of him, and Guo Zhenbei is sure that he can definitely blow off his head at such a distance.

"Such a little man is not worth killing..."

Just as Guo Zhenbei sneered, his "brain partner" Xiaomi sent the information of the shopkeeper collected by Siweier. He even made his "business method" clear.

On the "virtual vision", what Guo Zhenbei sees directly is the picture. At this moment, the small vendors on the street are running away, and a large part of their goods will be confiscated by City G and become the income of the city management.

In addition, it is City G that is responsible for distributing food in Xi'an, and the "strange steamed bread" did not come from profiteers, but the urban management deducted half of it. It turns four taels of dry flour per capita into two virtual bubbles of "strange steamed buns" every day.

And it is necessary to explain the purpose of this. Just for the hungry survivors, exchange all their valuable things for food. If all the valuable things are changed, they have to work for those who control all the planting areas at a very low cost. And you should exchange the fresh vegetables grown in your home for the most basic life-saving food.

Then the terminal of the whole interest chain is the store in front of you. It is responsible for selling flour, vegetables, and exchanging a large amount of "special-class" food in exchange for more ordinary people. They use their balconies, window sills and other vegetables produced in all places that can be planted.

"This bastard...!"

Although this is a nobody, his behavior also makes Guo Zhenbei think that everyone in the whole interest chain should be killed. If they ignore the most basic moral rules of human beings because of greed, it is really a waste of food to stay in the world.

Seeing Guo Zhenbei touch the handle of the pistol, although the security guards in the store were still in a state of "drunk smoke", they were still nervous.

"Oh, brother, let's go. The boss's backstage is very fierce!"

On the contrary, Siweier did not mean to stop Guo Zhenbei. Killing a profiteer has no impact on her. As long as her "dear husband" is happy, she doesn't care how many such profiteers will die.

Of course, Sylvia has a moral code. At least as her "husband", she said that those who touch the most basic morality of human beings in this catastrophe should be killed. This means that more people's heads have been blown up. Fortunately, he is not a murderer. Generally speaking, when Guo Zhenbei deals with this kind of thing, he will always focus on the big and the small.

"Ferocious, how fierce are they?"

Guo Zhenbei, who planned to kill the store owner, sneered because of his anger. He couldn't figure out how fierce such a profiteer could be, and even suspected that he didn't feel at a loss because of his actions?

Although before the disaster, China had a tendency to do bad things and be extremely reasonable. Even if you do something bad, someone will always come out to make a round. Mix a pool of water, and then make the moral level of the public decline because of disappointment again and again.

But now it is the biochemical end of the world. Can Chinese people still squeeze, bully and even insult Chinese people like this when they are extremely dangerous and almost perish?

I'm afraid that's too inappropriate, and Guo Zhenbei doesn't plan to live in an environment where all Chinese people are "walking dead". Especially at this moment, when he has a gun in his hand and "Tunder Hammer Power Armor" on his body, it is not ambiguous at all when it is time to take action.

The security guards or store thuds who sucked Guo Zhen Beisan have a good impression and respect for him. After all, I'm afraid that the person who can walk on the street with weapons and even take out cigarettes at this time is the "adult" of the private visit?

"No, big brother, look there!"

The speaker is obviously much younger than Guo Zhenbei, but when he calls Guo Zhenbei, he is called "big brother". In China, this word has long been like being plated with a layer of "gold". People who are called "big brother" often have skills that others do not have.

"No, I can't. That's my family's life...!"

With Guo Zhenbei's eyes, he swept in the direction of the man who called him "big brother" pouted. There was a very discordant sound in the street, and Guo Zhenbei was a little familiar with it. Even his "brain companion" Xiaomi has given the owner of the voice the next moment.

"Five-in-one, is he really unlucky?"

Looking along the voice, I saw a group of uniformed people, the "five-in-one" hawker who was ripped out of the crowd. At this moment, several people are dragging his sheets as a "shop" and trying to take the disgusting "five-in-one" from his hand.

Although such food will not appear in "stores", mosquitoes are also meat even though they are small!

"Master...Master, this is the size of my family. You can't do this..."

At this time, the young man was already ignoring any dignity. He grabbed his "shop" with his hand and knelt on the ground and shouted "Master". The onlookers around are also yellow-faced and thin survivors. At the same time, they are not even angry.

The reason why they are not angry is that Guo Zhenbei's "brain companion" Xiaomi, which has just been framed with highlighted lines on the "virtual vision", is carried by those things on the city G.

That's nothing else. It's the crossbow in the "rescue box". Some people have even taken off the crossbow from their bodies, and it seems that they are going to take the one in front of them that is not "enlightened" and has been calling them "five-in-one" with "Master".

The hoarse roar, the tears in the eyes, and the sound of begging have no effect on those in uniform.

"Damn B, I told you not to occupy the road and set up stalls on the street. They are all pig brains and can't remember!"

Looking at this scene, Guo Zhenbei did not do anything. He knows that there is only one reason for such a "miscuous appearance", that is, to completely monopolize the market, so that the "special supply class" can get it for nothing.

In fact, managers should have "reward without effort", but if their "revenue" exceeds the level that others can bear, and their "revenue" has competed against the most basic morality of human beings. Just like Director Ji of the Unmanned Fighter Research Center, then their heads should be blown up.

However, as far as Guo Zhenbei is concerned, he hopes that after completing the replenishment of light weapons and ammunition by the military and police, the immediate events will end naturally. Because a large amount of foreign materials will collapse the whole chain of interests. And such external interference is the fundamental means to end the immediate problem.

It is said that these people in uniforms in front of us and the "store" bosses who have hidden in the back office are just small roles. With the disintegration of the whole chain of interests, it is believed that they will also end their behavior that touches the moral bottom line at that moment.

What Guo Zhenbei doesn't want to say is that there are not many Chinese people when the end of biochemical world comes. If you can die one less, just one less!