The level 10 zombie king is smashing the door wildly, and your broken rolling shutter door is crowded with hungry survivors. They screamed with red eyes, either hand over the supplies or die together.
Warn! The approach of the tenth-level corpse king has been detected! The cold mechanical sound suddenly exploded in my mind. Wang Lei lowered his head and glanced at the "zombie contraceptive pill" that had just been put on the shelves, and then put a price tag of 88,000 on the bear biscuits priced at one point in the system mall.
Everyone was waiting for the protagonist to defeat monsters and upgrade, but he started a live broadcast with a cigarette butt in his mouth: "Old fellows, how do you catch the tenth-level zombie king alive? Urgent! My supermarket just needs a janitor."
In this post-apocalyptic wasteland, while others are hoarding guns, he is hoarding goods, and while others are kneeling to survive, he is standing to collect rent. After the commanders of the big base signed a contract of sale for half a piece of compressed biscuit, various reborn bosses and immortals from other worlds opened the store door and discovered that to make purchases in this supermarket, you actually have to get a membership card first.
