Doomsday: Hoard tens of billions of goods, return ten thousand times at the beginning

Chapter 138 Thank you book friend 202307396 for your reward!Thank you for supporting the boss Niubi
Lingxiao City.

Inside the city guard's office.

The team leader Ma Laoer sat leisurely on the sofa, crossed his legs, and held a cup of freshly brewed Biluochun in his hand.

In front of him was sitting across the coffee table with a sore face Wan Yu, and seven or eight city guards stood beside him.

It has been more than ten minutes since Wan Yu was caught here, and the other party didn't ask anything. It was time to make tea and pretend to be a grandson.

He was bitter in his heart, and said to himself that this kind of interrogation psychological warfare routine had been played badly when he was young, but he did not expect that he would encounter it today.

This is so fucked up!

After another half an hour, Wan Yu couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Don't let this happen, just ask if you have any questions!"

Ma Laoer didn't even look at Wan Yu, put down the water glass in his hand, and said to the subordinates beside him:
"Go to the whole fruit plate. I've been lacking vitamins recently and my hands are always peeling."

"Good captain."

Within a few minutes, Ma Laoer showed off his fruit plate.

Wan Yu swallowed a sip of saliva. He struggled for a long time and didn't even drink any saliva. He stared at the fruit plate and became angry.

After Ma Laoer finished the fruit plate, Wan Yu thought it was time to chat, but Ma Laoer stood up and walked out the door.

Wan Yu: "???"

Seeing that Ma Laoer was about to walk out, Wan Yu shouted helplessly:
"Don't rush to make this happen, it's too clichéd, I'll do it, I'll do it all."

It feels like a master of swordsmanship, being held down to watch a group of beginners practice swords.

It was obviously full of flaws, but the other party thought he was righteous and thought his sword was cool.

rub rub...

Ma Laoer paused, turned around and said cheerfully:

"Why, why don't you let people urinate?"

Wan Yu: "..."

After another half an hour, Ma Laoer wandered back.

During this period, the strong men around him remained silent. They did not chat with each other or pay any attention to Wan Yu.

"What kind of kidney, it's so good at pretending." Wan Yu complained.

Ma Laoer touched his big bald head: "Iron!"

While talking, Ma Lao Er sat back on the sofa again, this time did not continue the whole play, raised his chin at Wan Yu, and said casually: "Let's talk about Ang!"

"Just follow the direction of the classic three questions."

Wan Yu grinned: "You know a lot. You also know the three classic questions. Do you know where this book comes from?"

"Let's get down to business, your way of talking is a bit of a waste of tea."

Ma Laoer doesn't pick up the fight, and his attitude is soft yet firm.

Wan Yu sighed, never thought that one day, some of the nonsense he wrote when he was young would be applied to himself.

Needless to say, there is still a small sense of accomplishment.

"My name is Wan Yu. No one sent me here. I came to find someone myself. The person I was looking for was Chen Xiao!"

Too lazy to argue with Ma Laoer, Wan Yu confessed.

As a result, Ma Laoer sighed and waved at the people beside him:

"Go and make me another cup of tea. Don't bother Biluochun. This thing is a rare thing. Just make some ration tea."

Wan Yu: "..."

Wan Yu: "Fuck, what do you mean?"

Wan Yu: "What I said is true."

Ma Lao Er suddenly sat up straight, slapped the table, his expression suddenly became fierce, and said word by word:

"Honest ass!"

"I'll give you another chance, and I'll be lenient if you confess, otherwise I'll let you taste the taste of the burnt chicken."

Hearing this, Wan Yu's eyes widened.

He made up the term "burnt chicken".

A very cruel interrogation method.

"What I said is the truth."

"Niu Bi, you asked me to call Chen Xiao, and I asked him to explain to you."

Wan Yu said angrily.

"Okay, you fight!"

Ma Laoer said casually, reaching out to take the tea cup handed by his subordinate.

Wan Yu took out the phone from his pocket, found the contact person Chen Xiao, and dialed.

beep……

beep……

beep……

It rang for a long time and no one answered.

Wan Yu: "???"

"No rush, we have plenty of time, you can take your time."

Ma Laoer blows the tea foam, leisurely and comfortable.

Wan Yu cursed and called again, but still no one answered.

"Fuck!"

"This little bastard, he lost the chain at a critical moment."

Ma Laoer frowned:
"Old man, you really shouldn't act, this clumsy acting is embarrassing."

"What did I do, shit!"

Wan Yu was trembling with anger.

Think of him as the mighty lord of the first city, the real power controller of the first group's combat order, reduced to such a situation.

He really wanted to fight with these people.

But I feel that I have little chance of winning against these strong men in the room.

Afraid of being beaten.

If you say it, you will lose your adulthood.

"How about I call the boss?"

Ma Laoer took out his mobile phone and blinked at Wan Yu.

"Okay, you dial and let me talk." Wan Yu gritted his teeth.

Ma Laoer touched his bald head, and said angrily:
"Give you some paint, you really dare to paint."

"What is the identity of the boss? Can I call him because of your secret work?"

"I arrest ten people a day, and nine of them come to see the boss."

Wan Yu: "..."

"It seems you don't want to have a good chat."

Ma Laoer sighed, dropped the tea cup, stretched his wrist, and said to one of his subordinates:

"Go get the props!"

"Let's change the way we talk."

Wan Yu stared and said angrily: "How dare you!"

Ma Laoer nodded: "Try Ang."

A few minutes later, a guard came over with a light bulb connected to a wire and took a look at Ma Laoer.

Ma Laoer pointed at Wan Yu: "Hold him down, clean him up, and get on with it!"

As he said that, a group of strong men around him rushed towards Wan Yu.

Wan Yu suddenly panicked.

Lying down!

"You dare to touch me and try it. I am really Wan Yu, the draftsman."

"You are looking for death."

"Believe it or not, at the order of my father, one hundred thousand soldiers will return to their positions and crush your Lingxiao City."

Ma Laoer ignored Wan Yu, glanced at the watch hanging on the wall, and urged:

"Be quick and easy."

"It's almost time for me to get off work."

The group of guards stretched out their hands and began to pick Wan Yu, Wan Yu struggled back and forth anxiously.

"Fuck!"

"Don't step on the horse and touch me."

"Hey, hey, where are you picking your hands?"

Seeing that he was about to be stripped clean, Wan Yu knew that he was going to be doomed today. He stared at Ma Laoer with a slumped face and said in a cold tone:

"Niubi, you will kill me today."

"If I can't kill him..."

Wan Yu's voice paused, and he didn't continue to speak. He didn't struggle anymore, and sat down quietly. There seemed to be a rough sea hidden in his calm eyes.

Ma Laoer was stunned for a moment and was thinking about whether to continue.

The door of the room was pushed open, and Chen Xiao walked in quickly, apologetically saying:
"Yo yo yo, this is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple!"

"Brother Wan, look what happened."

"My fault, my fault!"

The corner of Wan Yu's mouth twitched, and he turned to look at Chen Xiao.

The moment Chen Xiao opened the door and walked in, he suddenly figured it out.

Hey!
Co-authoring is what you should be doing.

"How do you guys do things? Don't you know who this master is?"

Chen Xiao coughed dryly, and instead of looking at Wan Yu, he scolded Ma Laoer and the others.

Ma Laoer breathed a sigh of relief and braced himself to finish the next scene.

"Boss, why are you here?"

Chen Xiao's tone sank:
"Look at the good things you have done on horseback. Brother Wan is the most honored guest of our Lingxiao City. You brought him here as soon as he entered the door."

"Second Ma, you are a bit crazy!"

"Did you not pay attention to me?"

"Boss, I..."

Ma Laoer panicked and explained nervously:

"Boss, I really don't know, I thought he was a spy!"

"Spies ass!"

Chen Xiao cursed angrily, pointing at Ma Laoer:

"Don't explain to me, go and talk to Brother Wan by yourself."

Wan Yu, who was sitting on the chair, complained in pain:
"Okay, stop acting."

"You are not embarrassed, I feel embarrassed."

(End of this chapter)