My Years In the Wasteland

　　 At the same time, Qingfeng, another boss in the shanty town, was chatting with two guests in the pavilion of his house.

　　 Standing in the distance of the pavilion are two good players, Yang Buhui and Feng Qingxiao.

　　 The two younger brothers who are closest to Qingfeng, their faces are a little nervous at this moment, and they dare not approach the pavilion to listen to the conversation between Qingfeng and the guest.

　　 They have been with Qingfeng for many years, and they all pulled it up with one hand. Naturally, they know how much energy the guest in the pavilion has in District 28...

　　 Not only the two of them, the inferior people who served Qingfeng, but also all lined up near the courtyard wall with fear on their faces. No one dared to approach the pavilion where Qingfeng was.

Although Qingfeng’s house is in a shanty town, it certainly won’t be a stilt house. This is an old-fashioned bungalow compound covering an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters. Although it is not as luxurious as the single-family villa of the agent Ma Liang, the rockery garden, Small bridges and flowing water have everything you need.

In the garden pavilion, Qingfeng and a gray-haired middle-aged man were sitting opposite each other. Behind the middle-aged man, stood a young man wearing a third-class citizenship card and a mask.

　　 Qingfeng stretched his body, and glanced at the masked youth behind the middle-aged man, "Xiao Li is not bad, recently opened the Seventh Life Gate?"

The young man's face was calm, his brows frowned slightly, "Team Qing, if you follow the old captain after you come out of the Eleventh Regiment, with the aptitude and talent that your entire Eleventh Regiment can't match, I am afraid that you have already reached the eighth life at least. The door, maybe even touch that realm!"

Qingfeng waved his hand, "Don't talk about it, my ears are so cocooned! And Xiao Li, you don't have to talk sweetly, you are so gentle and moving! I didn't come out of the 11th regiment long ago. Get rid of the title of commander, deprive the status of high-ranking citizens, and then be deported to this shanty town!"

　　 Xiao Li was choked with Qingfeng’s idiom and wanted to say a few words. The middle-aged man raised his hand and he immediately closed his mouth.

Can drive a strong man of the seventh life gate to be a guard, and make this man of the seventh life gate bow his head and obey orders. This gray-haired middle-aged man is obviously not only a high position, but he should also be unfathomable. The strong.

The middle-aged man looked at Qing Feng’s face indifferently, with a gentle smile on his face, and pushed a box on the stone table with his hand over, "Xiaofeng, these are the thirty grains I brought you. The essence of life is the latest eighteenth-generation cultivation medicine launched by Latitude. Each essence of life can be worth nearly five kilograms of low-grade fresh animal flesh and blood."

　　 "The effect is nearly five times stronger than the seventeenth generation drug I gave you a year ago. You can try it and see how effective it is?"

Qingfeng was not welcome. He opened the box and squeezed out a blue pill about the size of a longan. He threw it directly into his mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed it. A few seconds later, his face moved, "Sure enough, he can count on it. A kilogram of blood produced by the flesh and blood of a different animal."

　　 "Unfortunately, the taste is the same as that of the seventeenth generation. It smells like a mother-in-law's foot wrap!" After Qingfeng swallowed all the pills in his mouth, he spit on the ground, looking disgusting.

　　 Xiao Li standing next to him frowned. This Captain Qingfeng was exactly the same as when he brought him back then, but his mouth was so stinky, and he didn't say anything good when he ate him. The essence of life, I am afraid, the value is at least 300,000 yuan, and because it is the latest product, and the output is extremely scarce, it has not even begun to be sold in the market! It's really speechless!

　　 And you sure you have tasted the smell of the mother-in-law's footwear...

　　 Xiao Li couldn't help but said: "The foot wraps are all old things five hundred years ago, and they should be antique now."

　　 Qingfeng was shocked: .......

　　 The middle-aged man looked at Qingfeng's deflated appearance, showing a slight smile, pointing to the box and saying, "Since you have tasted good results, then accept it!"

Qing Feng shook his head, "I dare not accept your gifts casually. Last year, I received two boxes of your horrible 17th generation cultivation pills. In order to hunt down that No. 12 white bud, I almost lost my life. I now accept them. You are such a precious thing, I am afraid that it is not just me, even the lives of four or five hundred children who eat with me!"

　　 He opened the box with a look of disgust, and continued to take out two of them and threw them in his mouth, "You can taste it!"

　　 Xiao Li: ...I have never seen such a brazen ace fighter.

　　The middle-aged person didn’t care, "This time I will definitely not let you hunt down the No.12 white bud. According to the news, the No.11 white bud of the bud organization has arrived in Dingcheng..."

　　 Qingfeng had swallowed the two pills whole, and when he heard the words Bai Ya, he started to pick his throat.

　　 The middle-aged man continued: "You don't need to hunt down the twelfth white bud, you just need to use the eyeliner of the shanty town to find out if she is hidden in the shanty town!"

Qing Feng retracted the fingers in his throat, "Old Captain, you have high authority, you are a master of thousands of people under your command, and you have countless cutting-edge equipment. Do you still need me, a shameless security company head, to help you find people? "

　　 The middle-aged man shook his head, "The 28th district is not like in previous years, and I can't mobilize so many people at will! That is the power of the consortium, not my power alone!"

　　 Qingfeng was a little confused, "Isn't this official?"

　　 There is a hint of heaviness in the eyes of the middle-aged person, "You should have heard the wind, know who might be behind the bud tissue!"

When Qingfeng heard the words of the middle-aged man, his heart became impatient, "Alien animal nests are waiting outside, strange races wandering and raging, wilderness refugees are everywhere, the corpse control clans fight back at any time, the major financial groups are constantly fighting, and the danger of human extermination is far away. It hasn’t faded away. The so-called big shots in the consortium do not consider how to resolve these real crises as soon as possible, but they are still fighting for power and gaining each other!"

"The same is true of Dingcheng now. The Wu Hu Yizhi, Qin, Tie, Wen and other families set up their own banners, each in their own right, and each other overtly and secretly vying for fame and fortune. Other forces can only survive in the cracks. It is short-sighted! This is why I never want to return to the group after I came out of the 11th Corps!"

　　 "Old Captain, you should ask someone else for help with this matter!"

　　 After saying these words, Qing Feng's face was a little livid, and he didn't even bother to taste the pills in the box.

　　The middle-aged man was robbed of white by Qingfeng for a while, but his face was still calm, and he said after a moment of silence:

"Since you know the current ills of the consortium, why don't you join me and use your power to sort out these messy things for the consortium? As the ace fighter of the Eleventh Corps, your talent, will, and ability far exceed the so-called geniuses. It is much more likely to develop in the future than an old guy like me!"

　　 Qingfeng raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a faint look in his eyes, "Old Captain, that was back then, and now Qingfeng is just a guy who can't even find his own woman!"

The middle-aged man looked at Qingfeng, knowing that this young fighter he was very optimistic about back then has not gotten rid of the self-blame and guilt of that woman, but that woman is really too stubborn... and this feeling It is difficult for him to intervene with regard to issues!

　　 The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Okay, don't talk about this, the medicine is for you, if you don't get things done, you can spit out the medicine!"

　　 His eyes swept across Qingfeng’s waist, revealing a look of interest.

　　 "You used that pistol to advance to the entry level back then. That pistol never left your body. Why didn't you bring it today?"

Qing Feng had a complicated heart and emotions. Hearing the middle-aged man asked about the pistol, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, "Old Captain, in your eyes, you can call me a genius. If you meet me The inferior stinky guy who gave a pistol~www.readwn.com~ I'm afraid you have to be the best baby!"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Your talent is the best I have ever seen, but I don't dare to praise your educational level and vision! The inferior people who have been genetically screened for hundreds of years can produce several good seedlings. There is still a slight possibility, but where can there be any great genius!"

Qingfeng thought about the appearance of Gaosai, and suddenly laughed, "That stinky boy, regardless of his appearance, talent, ability, and martial arts, is the best I have ever seen and heard of. The most interesting thing is that this stinky boy has a real personality. Ruthless and fierce enough, playing a pistol game with me actually forced me to use the old captain's trick that you did back then!"

　　Middle-aged person: .......

　　 He coughed slightly, "Better than you were before?"

　　 Qingfeng nodded very affirmatively, "Much better than me, no matter what!"

　　 The middle-aged man nodded slightly, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

　　 Qingfeng said on the surface that he was a trash all day long, but his arrogance is the kind that can't be crushed continuously. No one has ever allowed him to praise this!

　　 At this time, a few of Qingfeng’s men came in at the gate of the house in the distance.

　　 After the men spoke a few words to Yang Buhui, Yang Buhui showed some joy on his face, and then he looked at the pavilion with some hesitation.

　　 Qingfeng's talk with the middle-aged man was basically over at this time, he beckoned to Yang Buhui, "What's the matter, it looks like he's surging!"

　　 Yang Buhui strode towards Qingfeng, yelling with joy, "Brother Feng, there is a good thing on the third street, it is a good thing, it is a great thing worthy of joy and sorrow!"

　　 Qingfeng kicked Yang Buhui out of the pavilion with one kick, pointed at another subordinate Feng Qingxiao and said, "You should tell me so much!"