[Invincible flow + system + comedy + apocalyptic management]
In the last three years, order collapsed.
While the survivors were fighting over half a piece of moldy bread, Chen Feng was carrying an insulator on his back, riding a god-level modified electric car, and took a "doomsday self-driving tour" amidst the tide of corpses.
"Hello, doomsday takeout! Whether you are the savior or the zombie king, as long as you place an order, your mission will be achieved!"
"Remember: If you spill the soup, you will be compensated, but if you don't give a five-star review... I will kill you along the network cable."
Absolute defensive blessing, the tyrant's fist can only tickle him;
God-level vehicles are upgraded, and the electric donkey can also drive with the momentum of a Gundam;
The mysterious employer system, whoever dares to make a malicious negative review will be punished on the spot.
Save the goddess? That's the way to go.
The zombie king? That's a customer requirement.
Build a base? That's to facilitate unloading.
Chen Feng looked at the trembling corpses behind him and the goddesses queuing up to sign for the goods, and sighed helplessly: "I'm really a food delivery guy, and the system insists on forcing me to be the savior... Well, Commander Lin, please settle the payment for that spicy hotpot order first?"
