Apocalypse: System Slaves, Starting From Yang Mi

"Found the best slave candidate, Cheng Jiajia, rating 90 points."

Zhang Feng's eyes lit up, and another candidate for a superb slave appeared.

The gaze swept through the crowd and the target was quickly identified.

It was a petite lady, although her height was a little petite, but her figure was very good, especially on the chest, and the amount of milk was amazing.

This is the best slave candidate identified by the system, Cheng Jiajia.

Zhang Feng always felt a little familiar when he looked at Cheng Jiajia, but for a while, he couldn't remember who she was.

"Please leave here, we already have a lot of people here, there is no place." The middle-aged man who took the lead hurriedly said.

There are indeed a lot of them here.

In one room, more than thirty people were crowded, and there were mostly women and children, and only a few men.

And many of these people are dragging their families.

The middle-aged man who took the lead was a leader before, and now he is also the leader of this group.

It's just that his power is not very large, and he can't do it to the extent of power.

It is also because they have fewer men and many women here, so the order is relatively well maintained, and it has not reached the situation of the mob.

But Zhang Feng's arrival made several men feel threatened.

Therefore, the middle-aged man had to drive Zhang Feng away as soon as possible.

Zhang Feng's gaze swept over everyone, focusing on Cheng Jiajia.

Then Zhang Feng said lightly: "Don't worry, I just came to find someone, your name is Cheng Jiajia, right, I know you, you come with me." "

Different situations, different approaches.

In this situation, Zhang Feng did not have the time and opportunity to talk to Cheng Jiajia in a good voice.

Zhang Feng planned to take Cheng Jiajia home first.

Brought home, Zhang Feng has a way to make Cheng Jiajia his slave.

Hearing Zhang Feng calling himself, Cheng Jiajia was startled.

Because Cheng Jiajia didn't know Zhang Feng at all, and Zhang Feng was still a man, naming him to take him away, it must have made Cheng Jiajia afraid.

"What are you going to do, Cheng Jiajia is our person, you are not allowed to hurt her." A young man hurriedly said loudly.

Cheng Jiajia is the most beautiful one in this group of women.

Several men have already taken a fancy to Cheng Jiajia.

It's just that Cheng Jiajia didn't fancy them and hasn't been won by them.

Even if they haven't succeeded in Cheng Jiajia, they naturally don't want Cheng Jiajia to be taken away by other men.

The people around also looked at Zhang Feng with a gloomy face, and many of them also took up weapons in their hands.

Zhang Feng smiled faintly, and suddenly had an extra pistol in his hand.

The Desert Eagle appeared in Zhang Feng's hand.

Zhang Feng looked at the group of people in front of him, pointed his gun at them, and asked lightly: "Who has an opinion?" Speak.

"Or you can bet on it, bet that I don't have a bullet in my gun."

Zhang Feng looked at everyone, and everyone avoided Zhang Feng's gaze in fear.

Because there are guns.

Other weapons, they can not be afraid.

But pistols, who is not afraid.

The young man who came out before did not dare to speak at this time.

Zhang Feng's muzzle was pressed against the middle-aged man's brain, and he asked lightly: "Otherwise, you can test whether my gun is real, maybe my gun is fake."

"Don't, don't, don't shoot."

The middle-aged man was terrified.

He didn't dare to try it at all, Zhang Feng's gun, is it real.

If Wanfeng's pistol is real, wouldn't it be possible to send him away with one shot.

Zhang Feng's gaze swept over the rest of the people, and everyone avoided Zhang Feng's gaze, and no one was not afraid of guns.

Especially at this time.

Because they all knew that even if Zhang Feng shot them, they would die in vain.

Zhang Feng looked at everyone, especially Cheng Jiajia, and said with a smile: "This is good, I will give out a hundred pounds of rice and buy Cheng Jiajia."

"A hundred pounds of rice is enough for you people to eat for many days."

"You paid a hundred pounds of rice to buy Cheng Jiajia? Are you sure? The middle-aged man was obviously moved.

After all, Zhang Feng had a gun in his hand, and he could directly snatch Cheng Jiajia.

Now he is actually willing to take out a hundred pounds of rice and buy Cheng Jiajia.

Count it or they took advantage.

"Of course it's true, I don't have to lie about this kind of thing."

"How's that, have you figured it out?"

Zhang Feng said again.

"A hundred pounds of rice, we can eat porridge for many days."

"Yes, a hundred pounds of rice is quite cost-effective."

Everyone whispered, and for Zhang Feng's suggestion, it was obvious that they were all moved.

After all, it was Cheng Jiajia who was sold, not themselves.

Selling Cheng Jiajia will save one less person to eat, and you can also get a hundred pounds of rice, why not.

"This is not appropriate, Cheng Jiajia is a human, how can we buy and sell people." The young man before said unhappily.

One hundred pounds of rice is good, but he likes Cheng Jiajia.

Naturally, he didn't want Cheng Jiajia to leave here.

Cheng Jiajia bit her lip with an incomprehensible expression.

She didn't expect that she was only rice worth a hundred pounds.

And it seems that everyone has already agreed to sell themselves.