"I'm obviously here to see the 'brotherhood' between Wuren and Mingli, why does my heart skip a beat?"

Gang Yan patted his face, which had gained weight, and pretended to calm down.

He turned to look at Ming Li, who was not far beside him.

Under the sixth sense, the steel ball feels dangerous.

Ming Li didn't look at Gang Jun at all, but Gang Jun felt that he had no secrets in front of Ming Li.

It turns out that the 'thumping' is not a heartbeat, but comes from the breath and pressure of Ming Li.

"This man is much stronger than the last time I saw him!" Gang Yan, like all the Wu clan, had no hair on his body, but his hair was slightly frizzy.

"Relax, you are his subordinate, I have no reason to attack you."

Ming Li lowered his head and fiddled with the communicator, processing the official business that was constantly being sent to him.

"It's normal for you to think I'm dangerous. I killed many of your kind just an hour before I met you."

After Ming Li said this, Gang Jun discovered that after contacting Ming Li, she didn't focus on 'chasing dramas' at all, but unknowingly wanted to go to the toilet and buy snacks...unconsciously

My mind is on other things, as if all of them are trying to escape from Mingli.

Gang Yan wanted to ask him why he wanted to kill her kind, but she was shaking more and more frequently, and in the end she still didn't say a word.

Since Mingli returned to Base Zero, in addition to being his father's assistant, he has also taken over the long-lost Black Gold Force.

As a captain, daily training is naturally indispensable.

Moreover, Base Zero has a big business, so it is normal to provide "living animals" for their training.

In training to face death again and again, Mingli has got rid of the fighting style of hiding when trouble arises, and instead begins to take the initiative to attack.

Soon, he was able to control the gene lock to open temporarily, officially reaching the level of second-level gene lock.

As for the third level, it will take a long time to explore.

Only by completely controlling every cell in your body and any magnetic field ten meters away from your body can you reach the threshold.

Excluding Ken Takahashi and Ji Qi, who have used the genetic modification technology of the gods, there is probably no third-level existence in all human beings today.

Andre and Zeng Haiyan hugged each other and cried for a long time. Wu Ren, who was scratching his head and scratching his head at the side, couldn't help but said: "That... beauty? Can you please tie the balance?"

Finding a publishing house to publish novels and supporting the people in the base are both huge expenses, and Wu Ren has already lost his face to the sky.

Besides, making money is not shabby!

Only when you can make money can you be called yourself. If you can't make money, no matter how big your face is, it doesn't matter.

This society only recognizes money!

As a child born in the same family, if you can make money, your parents will feel sorry for you when you work overtime until ten o'clock without taking a break; but if you don't make any money and still work all night long, your parents will say that you are useless and can only do

This kind of time-selling job.

Therefore, the moment a person steps into society, he should clearly understand his position.

Fighting with others to make money is endless fun; fighting with heaven to make money is as happy as a god.

Everyone hates big dogs, and everyone wants to be a big dog. This is an eternal law.

"So, do you still have to pay the balance?" Wu Ren said again.

"Ding! You have received 100 million yuan." A beautiful voice came from the communicator.

Naturally, Wuren wisely left the cell, leaving space to the two people whose emotions were rising.

"I didn't expect that one day I would become a big dog owner!" Wu Ren was excited for a few seconds, then became depressed, and then said viciously in his heart: "The hungry witch tribe at the base will be defeated in less than a year.

This money is not enough, I want to squeeze them into working!"

In order to allow the Wu tribe to experience the happiness of human life, many supplies in the 404 base are no longer obtained through the primitive means of hunting and picking, but are traded with the base.

As more Wu clansmen take on missions and go out to contact the human world, they gradually integrate into normal people's lives.

But this actually places a huge burden on the base.

In order to maintain normal operations, ordinary small bases must have special outputs that other bases do not have in order to maintain their competitiveness.

The 404 base relies on the weather. When it has missions, it can get extremely rich. When there are no missions, it can only tighten its belt. It is simply a city of migrant workers in the wasteland world.

In addition to being responsible for their equipment and food, the 404 Base must also plan benefits for them such as community entertainment, holiday gifts, medical treatment, elderly care, etc.

After a lot of manipulation, I was left with a confused account, and Wuren still doesn't understand it.

"So we still have to exploit the labor." Wu Ren nodded silently, agreeing with his own opinion, completely ignoring the evil smile of a wealthy businessman on his face.

Mingli patted Wu Ren on the shoulder: "It's almost time, let the woman named Zeng come out."

Wu Ren was a little dissatisfied, and asked thoughtfully: "Do you think there is any case where people were released with money at Base Zero? Can you let me make another profit?"

"No!" Mingli decisively stopped Wuren's fantasy.

Not to mention that there is such a thing, but Andre is a being that the higher-ups must kill.

Even if he is just a puppet, no one in the higher-ups thinks highly of him.

But this does not prevent Andre from being down-to-earth, gaining the favor of the people one by one, and thus rising to high positions.

Some people are fueling this riot, but if Andre really wants to make things bigger, he does have the ability.

So he must not let it go.

Letting him go would mean that Andre was really fighting against the top management.

And it is not a problem for him to mobilize the people to stage a real riot. At that time, it would not be as easy to solve as it is now.

It is undeniable that Andre is really strong in winning over people's hearts. Unfortunately, it is precisely because he is unwilling to see ordinary people involved in high-level struggles being harmed that he is destined to be unable to achieve great things.

"How many more visits does he have?" Wuren continued to ask without giving up.

"roll......"

"Tch...what's the big deal? You're just a little assistant, and I'm already the chief administrator of a base!"

"Bracket, a tattered base." Ming Li joked.

"Parents, it will be a great base in the future!!!" Wu Ren replied unwillingly.

Parentheses, what Wu Ren thinks is: I will have a steady stream of small money by building up the base. When the time comes, I will open a publishing house by myself. Forget about me, my base will be able to spread far overseas! What will happen to my great strategy?

Is it an existence that Mingli can underestimate?

Bracket, Mingli thought: This guy is probably thinking about publishing again, don't be stupid, even if he opens his own publishing house in the future, his editors will stop him and not let him print.

Thinking of this, Mingli laughed unconsciously.

"Do you look down on me?" Wu Ren was furious and punched Ming Li on the shoulder: "I knew you were a plastic brother, but you still laughed at me!"

Mingli groaned in pain.

This...the iron-clad captain of the Dark Gold Army actually snorted just now?

Wu Ren stopped playing and asked seriously: "Can't you die?"

"I can't die." As soon as he finished speaking, Mingli spurted out a mouthful of blood and smeared it on Wuren's face.

Ming Li said lightly: "Actually, I almost died, but I can't die now."


Chapter completed!