Start a Base

Li Yunpeng slowly opened his eyes, and the chaotic consciousness that had drifted away nine days away gradually returned to his body.

It was a mess of documents, and the computer monitor in front of him was emitting a dazzling white light. He squinted his eyes. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Where am I... where?"

With the return of consciousness, he slowly recalled that yesterday he had an appointment with his friends to play King Pesticide overnight. After being overturned by a 35-0 advantage in a qualifying round, his eyes went black with anger. I lost consciousness.

Reluctantly struggling to sit up, but only raised his head a little, and then slammed it heavily on the desk, without any strength.

"What am I?"

Just when he looked up, he saw that he seemed to be in an office with many people busy around him.

"Didn't I have resigned? Am I dreaming?"

"Dip! The system is starting..."

An electronic voice came to his mind, empty and mysterious.

Li Yunpeng was shocked: "Who is scaring Lao Tzu?"

The voice ignored him, and then sounded: "Hello host, this is Saturn, Blue Dragon Kingdom. It has been detected that the biochemical virus has reproduced here. After 48 hours, the virus has completed its final evolution, and some humans will become zombies. This is a special gift to you. The Red Police chariot system has cleared the virus from your body, lead mankind to survive, boy!"

After the system voice fell, Li Yunpeng first pinched his thigh. The soreness told him that this was not a dream.

"What am I...bring a chicken? I just became the second generation on the earth in 9012 and it hasn't been two days. Why did I travel through the cruel and inhuman end times, is it reborn and unable to make money? Or is it not an emperor? I have to arrange a doomsday for me!"

Li Yunpeng was very desperate. He knew something about the end of the world. He has described it in many novels and movies on the earth. It is really called a tragic, tsunami-like zombie frenzy. The survivors linger like wild dogs, and the human nature is the most evil. The whole world is like a purgatory on earth. This ghost system does not know what level it is. If it is a weak chicken, how can it survive in the last days.

But as a fact, the road still has to go on.

"Um...what kind of tank system, what do you do, hurry up and get me this horrible place. What kind of sin was done. I don’t blame me if I lose in the rankings. Obviously It’s the jungler too long."

"This system comes with a base vehicle, please drive the base vehicle to find an open place to expand, the function will be displayed in the base."

After the system finished speaking, Li Yunpeng marked a location in his mind, not far from here.

"Yes, if you don't have to rely on you, I can squirt you to death with the strength of Lao Tzu's keyboard man for many years."

After lying on the table for a while, Li Yunpeng felt that he had regained some strength, and slowly got up and sat up. Then he saw the whole picture of the office, hundreds of square meters, rows of simple desks crowded together, there were many people, but none There are so many noisy sounds, everyone is doing their work quietly.

He turned off the monitor, and his appearance was set against the dark screen. He was a thin, angular young man with a mess of hair, sunken eye sockets, pale skin and no blood. This is obviously not the self before, but his brain There is no memory of this person at all.

It doesn’t matter if he has no memory. The last days of the province came and he was still thinking about his three relatives and six tales. He drank a sip of water and improved his spirit a lot. It seems that the weakness is caused by the virus raging in the body. Recovering.

"Li Yunpeng! Turn off the computer during work hours, what do you want to do?"

Just when he was immersed in recognizing himself, there was a sudden roar behind him, which was extremely abrupt in the quiet office. Everyone's eyes focused instantly, some with sympathetic eyes, and some softly mocked.

Li Yunpeng turned his head and looked at a bald middle-aged man with a big belly, full of anger, looking at him with a distorted facial expression, and glanced at his work permit, which read, Sales Director: Ma Fen.

"Director Ma, I am sick and want to take a leave of absence."

Li Yunpeng is running out of time now, so there is no time to waste here. He just wants to find that base car right away.

Seeing that he was sitting on the chair and not moving, Ma Fen didn't react to his anger. He pointed to his nose and said, "I still want to ask for leave? You haven't completed the tasks for this month. You just don't sleep today. You must complete the task for me first, otherwise, don't want to step out of the company's door!"

Although Li Yunpeng doesn't know much about the past, I am so special. Do you still think about performance? As a company leader, I don't ask you to care about it, but I still want to squeeze my weak patient. You are using my life to create performance!

He doesn't care about this, isn't it just work? The end of the world is about to come soon, work is a fart.

Li Yunpeng stood up, stared into the eyes of Ma Fen, who was a head shorter than him, and said loudly: "If you don't ask for leave, then I can resign, right?"

The needle fell silently in the office. Everyone looked at Li Yunpeng in surprise. This seldom-spoken otaku dared to talk with the director today. It's not that his brain is broken.

Ma Fen didn't expect Li Yunpeng to threaten him with resignation. If he didn't save face, how would he manage his subordinates in the future.

He took a step forward and pushed Li Yunpeng down on a chair, and said grimly: "I won't let you go out today. If you are a little bastard, you will resign and you won't get a dime!"

It's almost the end of the world. Of course Li Yunpeng doesn't care about salary, but he didn't expect Ma Fen to do anything wrong. When he wanted to get up again, Ma Fen suddenly pushed his head and pushed him back on the chair again.

Li Yunpeng's body is weak, and the hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and he suppresses his anger and said in a deep voice: "Director Ma, I don't need the salary! I'm leaving now."

Ma Fen sneered: "Oh, no salary? I'm afraid that you will starve to death on the street. You are so poor that even your girlfriend ran away with others. It's a total waste. If I were you, I would have drowned myself by peeing. Forget it."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of laughter in the office.

Li Yunpeng's face flushed: "As far as the matter is concerned, I warn you not to insult my personality!"

Hearing Li Yunpeng’s warning, Ma Fen rejoiced, and sneered: "Do you still have a personality? It's not as good as my dog. My dog ​​can at least eat and wear warmth. Look at you again. Like a beggar, eating instant noodles in the office is fine, I can't afford to lose that face for you."

While talking, Ma Fen fiddled with his head from time to time.

Li Yunpeng opened his hand angrily and said, "Are you trying to touch me!"

"Hey! It's you!" Ma Fen rolled up his sleeves and slammed his head, "I'll touch you, what can you do with me?"

After repeated public humiliation, Lu Yunpeng couldn't bear it even if he was weak! Feeling the blood rushing to his forehead, he picked up the glass water cup on the table and slammed the wheel on Ma Fen's head.

"Boom!"

"what!"

There was an explosion, and Ma Fen's screams sounded in the office. Suddenly, blood on his head was mixed with tea, and it was printed and dyed on his white shirt along his neck.

The colleagues around him shuddered and opened their mouths in surprise. They immediately reacted. The leader was beaten, and all of them surrounded Ma Fen at once. While caring about his injuries, he blamed Li Yunpeng for convulsions.

Li Yunpeng was distracted by these people who tended to be inflamed, he grabbed a sharp piece of glass, pointed at the chattering people in front of him and shouted: "Go away, who is going to block me again and end with Ma Fen!"

Although these colleagues see the wind in their mouths, but whoever really wants to stand up and stop Li Yunpeng, who has a fierce expression, will all be turned into turtles.

Ma Fen clutched his bewildered head and grinned, "Li Yunpeng, wait for me!"

"Humph."

Li Yunpeng didn't bother to pay attention to his guns. Seeing no one stopped him, he walked out of the office with a cold snort.

After he left, the company's strong mouth kings began a new round of crusade.

Ma Fen was beaten up and down, and the "buzzing" noise around him made him dizzy: "Don't be so noisy, take me to the hospital."

The crowd raised Ma Fen with all hands and feet, and went straight to the hospital.

After Li Yunpeng walked out of the office building, looking at the high-rise buildings in front of him, the sight of people coming and going was a bit headache. When the end of the world comes, if you are in this environment, it will be difficult to fly.

At this time, he received a message on his cell phone: "Brother Peng, I heard that you beat Ma Fen? You have to be careful lately. His cousin is a ruthless person. No one in Wuzhou dare to mess with him. How could you? Offend him, otherwise, go out and hide."

Li Yunpeng did not have a remark number in his phone, and he didn't know who sent it. It is hard to tell the true or false, but it doesn't matter, his cousin is the king of heaven, and it is not certain whether he will survive the apocalyptic outbreak two days later.