Zombies Are Coming, My System Only Recognizes Beauties

Five hours before the zombie outbreak, courier Lin Mo bound the doomsday survival system. Unlimited supplies? Exchange. Body strengthening? Arrange. Desert Eagle? Give it a try first. He doesn't save the world or the Holy Mother. He first locked the unit door, stocked up the supermarket next door, and then posted a message in the owner group: "A pack of instant noodles for a pound of rice, pretty girls first, ugly ones don't knock on the door." The Mercedes-Benz girl who once looked down at him is now kneeling outside the door begging him to open the door. The property manager who once called him here and there now shows him the door. In the apocalypse, materials are kingship. And Lin Mo has endless supplies.