People looked at the tentacle men silently, and finally someone threw some cans and sausages, then turned and left.
Slowly, everyone left.
Wen Rensheng was not touched at all, he just discovered one thing
The prophecy of the prophet crow is really powerful. One is not too many, and the other is not too little. The number of the dead completely matches its cry.
The tentacled people looked at each other warily, rolled up the cans and sausages, and left the fighting place one after another.
Compared with the previous dead, they are lucky.
But compared to their previous lives, they were unlucky.
"Let's go too." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
He already knew the purpose of the game simulator before, and he also began to get a clue of the methods the other party was going to take.
He just hasn't decided yet what position to take, whether to stop the other party, watch the show neutrally, or push him.
It’s better to take one step and take a look.
…………
In a wasteland bar somewhere.
There is a sign hanging above it "Tentacles, tentacles, we are all tentacles!"
It's very lively inside.
The tentacled people who had just left the fighting place gathered here.
They urgently need a big drink to numb themselves, heal themselves, and say goodbye to the women, children, wealth... in their past lives.
People with tentacles cannot go to the bank to handle business.
It’s also impossible to do all kinds of online shopping because now you have to go through a full-body verification process.
Neither the seller nor the courier wants to deliver the goods to a monster.
"Bring me a martini!" Marne, who was just a heavyweight commander and now a tentacle man, said.
He did find that the advantage of becoming a tentacle man was that he could hold more than a dozen glasses of wine at a time without having to worry about being snatched away.
"Okay, sir." The bartender skillfully used his more than thirty hands to work, using manual operations to make it look like a factory assembly line.
"How much salary does your boss give you?" Ma En joked.
His psychological quality is very strong, after all, he already knew the fate of this bowl of rice.
"You won't give me a share, but you will give me a chance to become a player after thirty years of service." The bartender said with great expectation.
Haha, another fool.
You will be killed by an accidental stray bullet at the age of twenty-nine years and eleven months.
Ma En smiled secretly.
Because he has seen it more than once.
Neither of them knew that some people could easily possess the player qualifications that they regarded as extremely valuable.
This kind of thing was not rare in the past, and it is even less rare now.
Ma En drank a glass of wine, and then heard a voice next to him
"We must unite! We must have our own organization!"
A tentacled man with a height of two and a half meters said, waving its thirty tentacles.
Just from the muscular upper body, you can tell that it must have been a good athlete before.
"We are also human beings, we just have a little more stuff, but we still have human brains!"
"Yes, I heard that disasters are no longer called disasters. They are called Yuanling instead. Why are they discriminating against us?"
"Our property must be protected. Our hard-earned family business cannot be taken advantage of by others! My name is Cruz. Please vote for me in tomorrow's tentacle leader election. I will help everyone get what they deserve.
!”
Many tentacled people started making noises.
"I choose you to be the leader, Cruise!"
"Well said, it should have been done long ago!"
Ma En is also a little excited, but he will not vote for the other party, he wants to be the leader!
After all, he was the head before.
So he shouted, "What qualifications do you have for us to choose you? Do you want to give a 30-minute speech?"
Cruz glanced at him and said, "Very good, boy, you are very talented! I like you to be my election assistant, and I will let you understand what qualifications I have!"
As it spoke, it waved its tentacles and threw them towards Ma En.
Ma En had just become a tentacle man and was still not used to it. He was immediately whipped and couldn't hold on to several glasses of wine and fell to the ground.
"Haha, kid, you'd better practice for a few more days and then come here to talk!" someone laughed.
Yes, it still comes down to fists here.
Ma En understood.
"Damn it, damn it!" Ma En was very angry, and at the same time he quickly found a sense of identity as a tentacle person.
He wants to become stronger.
"Get up, we multi-handed people are stronger than those two-handed people! We gave up everything to survive!" After Cruz whipped him, he stretched out a tentacle and pulled him up.
Ma En accepted his kindness.
He knew this was a common tactic used by leaders because he used it too.
It's just that it's a bit uncomfortable to be used on myself.
As soon as he got up, he heard a voice coming from outside the bar, "Well said!"
Everyone looked up.
The bar door opened, and a tentacled man wearing Major McCann's uniform walked in.
He has blond hair, blue eyes, and handsome appearance, but the tentacles waving around his lower body greatly destroy this beauty, making him look very deformed and regrettable.
"I am Major Laura of Eagle Fort. You may or may not have heard of it, but it doesn't matter. The purpose of my coming here is to rebuild McCann, drive out all the messy things, and make this place ours again.
Promised Land!”
"Just like our ancestors swept away the trash, sweep out the trash!"
Ma En sneered in his heart, another arrogant man.
However, the other party's words seemed to have magic power. After hearing this, everyone immediately responded.
"Well said, rebuild our paradise!"
"The trash should get out, this is our territory!"
Even Cruise, whom he had just met, a guy who wanted to run for the leadership of the Tentacle People, cheered.
He must have used witchcraft.
Ma En thought in his mind and also cheered.
Because he knows very well how ruthless this kind of person is, and if he dares to expose him face to face, he will only die.
Whether it is this major or those fanatical tentacle men, they will kill him to establish their prestige.
Major Laura looked at the group of deformed people in front of him, with disdain flashing in his heart.
But he still pretended to be enthusiastic and started shouting.
After all, he just got a superhero template from Homelander.
For this reason, he deliberately transformed himself into someone exactly like them.
This is what a staff officer suggested: "The number of tentacle people will increase day by day, because no one wants to die, and they are the most promising. Ordinary people cannot adapt to this world, and they are the future in the wasteland."
For the sake of the future, he had no choice but to humiliate himself and transform his body structure through alien species to become like them.
Anyway, he can change in the future.
He needs people to revive his Eagle Castle.
Eagle Fort is now divided into many small organizations. He must have enough labor and enough territory to unify those small organizations.
Thinking of this, Major Laura began to face everyone cordially.
He promised loudly that he had found a way to make everyone stable and strong.
"We multi-handed people are the future of mankind and the new force of mankind, because we can work while sleeping!"
"No matter how powerful a capitalist is, they can't do what we do."
"As long as we work hard, the future will be bright."
