Bug Master In Doomsday

In the luxuriously decorated room, Wang Mang and the scruffy man were speechless, and the atmosphere was a bit quiet.

Wang Mang held the armrest with his right hand and a cigarette in his left hand. The high-grade tobacco aroma gradually filled the air. The two seemed to be waiting for something.

When the cigarette **** burned to the filter, Wang Mang threw the cigarette **** in his hand and trampled it out. He glanced at the sloppy man and asked faintly: "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet!"

"Hehe, I'm a layman, and my name is not very nice. It's good for Master Wang Mang to pass his ears, don't worry about it,"

The sloppy man smiled, and then said: "My name is Meng Xing, and I was an attending physician in the civilization era. After the outbreak of the end times, you, like Master Wang Mang, became an insect master!"

"Oh? Unexpectedly that you were still a doctor in the civilized era! Then how can you be like this? Even if you are a barefoot doctor, you won't be unable to eat!"

Wang Mang looked at the sloppy man's sunken cheeks, and squinted his eyes. He has been hungry for a long time, and he has been hungry!

"Lord Wang Mang, you said, I was mainly treating respiratory medicine in the civilized era.

Now that the end of the world is erupting, the free energy in the air has suppressed many bacteria and viruses, and people who can't stand it have become zombies, and the rest rarely get sick. As for respiratory diseases, there are even fewer! "

Meng Xing said and laughed at himself suddenly, "Moreover, my doctor's level is not high. If I don't use those instruments and rely on physical examination, I can't see anything at all!

What's the use of finding out any disease? I have been in Uther City for a year or two, and I have seen only a handful of western medicines! "

Wang Mang's expressionless face nodded slightly. This is the biggest difference between the civilized era and the end times. Those with poor physical fitness or bad luck died early in the fission outbreak.

The rest are lucky lucky guys with strong physique. As for those with supernatural powers, they have almost transformed into another species, and the original diseases have completely lost the ability to infect!

"Crunch!" Just as Wang Mang lowered his head to think, the heavy wooden door of the room suddenly opened. Three strangely dressed men of different ages walked in, or were escorted in by Wang Mang's black armored soldiers!

The captain of the always stable team respectfully bowed to Wang Mang, and said on one knee: "Tell the master, these three said that you have a secret agreement with the master, and hereby ask for an audience!"

"Okay, I see!" Wang Mang waved his hand at the captain of a team when he heard the words, his sharp eyes swept over the three people surrounded by a dozen black-armored soldiers.

A young man with scars, an ugly woman with knotted muscles, and an old man with white hair and beard and crutches in his hand!

"You are the heads of the three forces that contacted me?" Wang Mang squinted, lit another cigarette, took a faint sip, and said coldly, "What do you want from me this time?"

"Master Wang Mang, we don't have many requirements. We only hope that you will distribute the assets that belong to us!"

The ugly woman with knotted muscles wrinkled a face with heavy makeup and knelt on one knee and shouted at Wang Mang.

"I know that you have paid a lot for this operation, and I won't let you pay in vain, but it's your assets. It's hard to say now.

The industries under the names of the various forces have not yet been counted. When the people below call up the report, I will fulfill my promise by then! "