Apocalypse Cockroach

Huang Tingwei and Zhang Xiaotian stopped at the same time, causing Zhang Huaian's eyebrows to wrinkle tightly, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and he looked at the two doubtfully, waiting for them to give themselves an explanation.

“We will not only continue to issue food invoices in the future, but we will gradually turn them into hard currency at the gathering place so that the entire gathering place will be kidnapped by us, we will kidnap them with the economy, and then we will say that they dare not turn to the west...”

“It doesn't matter if we control all the resources, we turn food stamps that we don't see into their personal wealth, and once we do, their wealth shrinks, so they fight for our benefit...”

Two people gave their reasons, but there was only one real reason, like the currencies of previous generations, the currency itself was worthless, it was just a piece of paper, but the State used it to tie all its nationals to it, become a common good and pursue wealth, but only the thickness of the paper.

And most of all, the United States, whose theory of money as king, deceived the whole world, and when other countries were insanely reserving the dollar as foreign exchange, he printed a lot of dollars to accumulate resources, until one day, after this fragile chain broke, as the dollar depreciated and swept the world as the financial crisis erupted, and everyone was crying, the United States was laughing, because he had accumulated enough resources to officially proclaim resources as king's time, and the previous decade, the world was paying for America's development.

“The key is credibility. To convince most people that we are invincible, that our supplies are endless, that they will believe in the paper we distribute, that they will treat it as their home, that they will have property, that they will have a future to hope for, that they will preserve us. As long as we do not collapse, they will become our followers, our workers, our farmers and our soldiers. This is what Brother Cockroach has been doing before, it is easy to conquer the flesh, it is difficult to conquer the heart of man, but the heart of man is easily conquered by profit. ”

Huang Tingwei officially summed it up. Zhang Huaian, Lu Xiaobu, and Zhang Xiaotian stared at Huang Tingwei together. Huang Tingwei said it was horrible. They only lived in pursuit of a piece of paper for the first half of their lives, and in the end, those pieces of paper even felt hard to wipe their asses. Most importantly, they recognized it, but still thought about continuing to use this kind of worthless piece of paper to trick others into working for them. Huang Tingwei was so bad...

Exchange officially begins at 13pm. The crowd will be crowded with exchange points. Afraid that they will be late, they will have to wait until tomorrow to exchange. The atmosphere on the scene was hot and the sun was hot and poisonous, and most people could not wait for the first time to exchange, so they stood against the sun in an unblocked open space and waited long enough to hold fire in everyone's mind.

No one is anxious, they want to exchange food into their hands in the fastest possible time, then go back to their humble houses and hide from the autumn sun. Unfortunately, the long line ahead does not seem to end, leaving them to deny that they can exchange food today. Many have lost their reason in the raging sun and heat waves.

“hahaha... change it... change it... lots of food... lots of food... I can't finish it... give it to you... give it all to you..."

In his thirties, a man in a trance suddenly went mad. He shouted in the crowd, jumped high, hit the people around him four times and fell. He held a grain stamp in his hand. Every time he screamed, every time he jumped up, he threw one of the grain stamps out of his hand. The grain stamps thrown out were snatched by the crowd. Only a small number of people grabbed it. Many people found nothing. They looked at the lunatics and filled their hands with grain stamps. Their eyes turned red. They drank loudly and pulled the lunatics over him to grab them.

The crowd was confused, they waited in anxiety, under the heat wave, the heart was filled with fire, like an explosive bag waiting to detonate, the ignition line appeared, many people lost their minds, together they jumped into the middle, if they couldn't get past the grain stamps of the people next to the robber, screaming, screaming, and the painful screams of fighting spread among the crowd.

“Tata Tata..."

The deafening heavy machine guns will wake up the irrational crowd, either standing or sitting, or pounding or lying, looking in the direction of the guns, but seeing two heavy machine gunners pointing a 30mm machine gun at them together, all fearful, how the flesh and blood can resist the heavy fire.

“Out of the way... out of the way... out of the way..."

A group of men with Type 95 rifles rushed into the crowd, smashing them apart with a rifle butt, dispersing the crowd, revealing an empty space in the middle, more than a dozen people lying on empty ground, most holding their heads to cry moans, and a few lying there motionless, with a few feet of steel, or a small knife, filled with blood and several small rice ballots scattered throughout the bloodbath.

One body was dragged away, and several broken rice tickets were dragged in the body's hands. One injured person was dragged away, and they tightly covered his hand with blood on his chest to see who was nervous and nervous.

The deceased was dragged away and the wounded were watched by the crowd, which then automatically restored order, lined up honestly, and stood in the blood left behind waiting to be exchanged.

“Crazy... are those people cold? Drag away the dead. If they don't die, keep queuing, life won't be better for them than a dog? ”

This is a woman, the woman is Jonah, standing beside her in the uniform of the paratroopers, the soldier is still dressed, the long hair is tied to the forehead by a cowhide strap, wearing a patch patch of winter paratroopers clothes, if the pistol in the waist is not black, the clothes on the body are washed clean, people think he is just a poor poor man.

The two stood under a small shed in the market area, Jonah wearing a dark veil skirt that revealed her underwear, shaking a fan and fanning the wind, the soldier staring at the crowd in front without blinking a second.

After a while, Jonah was somewhat unhappy when she saw the soldier not taking her own words and said with a whisper:

“So what, yesterday didn't go well, how come you didn't talk when you saw that side today? Don't you see they don't have any food? ”

Jonah was somewhat confused. These days, she realized that she could only rely on the small soldiers and let go of her previous pride. The small soldiers, although not cold or hot on her, were no longer as immobile as they used to be, so Jonah decided to rely on the small soldiers as long as he had her in his heart for the rest of his life.

The soldier shook his head and reached out and pulled a neat stack of large rice tickets neatly tied with glue rope. Looking at the rice tickets, the soldier hesitated. The rice tickets in his hand were the majority of his food reserves. Once obsolete, nearly 50 tons of food would evaporate empty-handed.

“How many rice tickets do you have? Tell me...”

When she heard the soldier's question, Jonah's face was pale and all she had left was rice tickets, which was her only spiritual support and her biggest secret, which she sold out to the women's barracks in exchange, and the man she looked at asked her, making her feel the tremor coming from her soul.

Xiaobing saw Jonah's appearance, knew that she had misunderstood, did not explain more, and looked over to the exchange point. The previous chaos calmed the anxiety in the people, the crowd consciously lined up to wait until the exchange, although the time gradually approached 15 o'clock, no one was in any hurry.

“I... I still have 25 tons of rice tickets left, it's all here, you take it...”