I sell Coke in the doomsday

Hearing this, Ajie, who was usually calm, couldn't help but interrupt.

"I don't think the people in the city are that brave. This kind of thing is not 100% certain."

This is a reasonable question, but I have already seen the answer to this question in the ancient city.

"I can't even survive, how can I be so bloodless?"

"The last time I went to the ancient city stronghold, there had just been a failed riot. The dead were hung on stakes and blood was all over the ground."

“They really can’t survive.”

I recalled what I had seen and heard that day, lowered my brows, kicked the stones under my feet, and spoke softly to Gao Lian and the other two.

"I will arrange for the three of you to come into close contact with the people of the city."

"By the way, Wang Zixuan, I remember that your archery skills are very accurate, right?"

Wang Zixuan answered loudly without hesitation, with a little pride, and straightened her chest.

"Yeah, I never missed a shot."

This is not an exaggeration. When I first met Wang Quan and his team, Wang Zixuan's precise archery skills left a deep impression on me.

The simple plan is mostly completed, and the remaining parts are just some details.

I thought about it and then said to the four people.

"I will go to the ancient city base as a doomsday merchant, so I can get close to Liu Yong."

"Catch the leader first. Leave Liu Yong to me."

Speaking of this, I thought of Liu Yong’s not tall body, and I couldn’t help but smile, and said very confidently.

"With Liu Yong's body, it should be no problem for me to beat him with one hand, right?"

I felt that there was no other answer to this question, but the looks of Gao Lian and the other two became very strange. They looked at me, as if they wanted to say something but stopped themselves.

Under this strange gaze, I still felt good about myself and asked Gao Lian and the other two with a smile.

"What's the problem? You three seem a little weird."

Gao Lian hesitated for a moment before speaking to me with a wry smile.

"Actually... Liu Yong is a martial artist, and his attacks are very ruthless and heavy. Even if the three of us attack him together, we can't beat him."

"..."

"Besides, according to what you said, that building has the most guards and guns. The only person who wants to be beaten is you."

"..."

……

The memories came to an abrupt end here. The white mist in front of my eyes slowly dissipated, and I could see the ancient city wall in the distance.

Ajie also saw this scene. He took a deep breath and hid the gun at his waist. When he was getting closer and closer to the ancient city stronghold, he suddenly asked me.

"I still can't figure out why you got involved in this kind of thing."

"You are different from the rest of us. Neither the Ancient City Stronghold nor the Shield Stronghold will have much impact on your life."

"You can live well."

"Are you going to put yourself in this situation just because you said that you can't get over this?"

I held the steering wheel, looked at the white mist outside the window that was becoming increasingly thinner, and after a moment of silence, I replied softly.

"Before, I always thought that as long as I couldn't see it, I could pretend that it never happened."

"But I can't ignore it. I can't swallow this."

Ajie had a complicated expression, shook his head slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"How stupid! What about after that? What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, I turned my head, looked at Ajie with a complicated expression, smiled slightly, and spoke slowly.

"When everything is over, I can continue to numb myself with peace of mind."

"I will leave here and stay away from you."

"So far away that I will never see you again, so far away that I will never know your ending."

Testimonials

Hi everyone, I am the author of this book, Dazui.

After a month of updates, this book is finally ready to be put on the shelves. I hope that readers who have seen this will continue to support this book in the days to come.

First of all, I want to clarify one thing, that is, I am really not a hipster. If I get excited, I can teach Sylvie Wing Chun.

This is my first attempt at a first-person perspective, and also my first attempt at apocalyptic writing. I am not very good at coming up with book titles, including the name of this book, which is actually not quite normal.

The general story is that two years ago, I was chatting with a group of authors and we came up with a bunch of random book titles.

For example, "Tokyo Kids", "Stranded Loli", "Wing Chun, Sylvie, Please Teach Me", and "I Sell Coke in the Doomsday".

So, I can understand everyone’s complaints about the title of this book. As for whether I will write "Lori Stranded" in the future, there is no answer for now.

However, two years ago I would never have thought that I would write the book "I Sell Coke at the End of the World".

So, everything is possible?

Oh, by the way, this book has a single female protagonist and no harem.

It’s not that I don’t know how to write a harem, but when I wrote a harem before, I felt it was a bit weird to see the rude male protagonist being affectionate towards a female character.

You are so affectionate, why do you hook up with so many girls?

Ahem, I have gone off topic. I don’t hate the harem theme. After all, I have read and written about it. I personally think that a real harem is much more comfortable than a fake harem with factional struggles.

Why flirt if you don't want to get married? Let everyone watch their favorite female character marry someone randomly after the party struggle is lost in the finale. Isn't this intentionally disgusting?

So, I only have two choices, either pure love stories or harem stories, party fighting stories are for damn sake.

Oh, what a handsome boy, riding a big bike every day, it's really enviable... and shameful!

Ahem, I’m off topic again, let’s talk about novels.

In fact, I can drive, too. When the time is right, I will show you a light and non-greasy car.

There have been many amazing works about the end of the world, whether it is movies, comics, games, or novels. The scene of being alone in the ruins always touches my emotions.

In a world like the end of the world, it is not realistic to ask a person to have moral values, but I don’t want to write a bad male protagonist.

So, I wrote the male protagonist as a stubborn madman.

Maybe it’s because madmen look more literary, so everyone thinks the author is a literary man.

I swear to God, have you ever seen any literary youth posting pornographic pictures in the group every day?

I want to tell a story seriously. I can't guarantee that every chapter and every plot will be interesting, but I will try my best.

This story may not seem healing, but it is definitely not a tragedy.

No matter how tortuous the process is, I still want to give the people in the story a happy ending.

Speaking of tragedies, there is one type of plot that I hate the most, which is the kind that relies on women losing their virginity to create sad moments.

To be honest, this is simply feeding shit, it's too low-level. Using this method to create conflicts is too despicable.

Hmm...I think I've gone off topic again.

A quote from Gragas, the famous Freljord philosopher.

"Happy hour is about to begin."

This story is still going on and everything has just begun. I hope everyone enjoys watching it.

Finally, I hope everyone will vote.

Don't force me to kneel down and beg you.

Chapter 56 Cheers (I)

As long as Liu Yong dies, the shield stronghold will be gone.

I can continue to numb myself and live a life of self-deception.

I am not a saint, but I also know that there cannot be only one Liu Yong in this world, and there cannot be only one Shield Stronghold.

I have no way and no ability to save everyone, but I cannot ignore what I see.

When it comes down to it, I am a person who lives a life of ease at heart, so after I sort out things here, it’s time for me to take Tongtong out for a walk.

This city is my hometown, but without people here, it no longer feels like home.

I'm tired of seeing all the scenery, it's time to consider leaving.

The white fog had passed, and I drove a large truck to the gate of the ancient city stronghold. As usual, I leaned out of the window and shouted loudly to the guards on the city wall.

"I'm here to sell Coke, open the door."

With the experience from last time, the guards did not suspect anything and quickly opened the car door. I drove the truck into the ancient city stronghold smoothly.

"puff."

Ajie seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter and suddenly laughed. I looked at him in some confusion, but saw him winking at me and speaking in a filthy manner.

"Have you heard that joke?"

"Sell Coke, make love."

"Hahahahahaha."

My slow brain froze for a moment before I realized the extremely broken pun. I originally wanted to kick Ajie, but somehow, I started laughing along with him.

"Damn it, how come a doomsday businessman looks like a duck in your mouth?"

A big truck was too eye-catching. When I drove the truck into the city, I was stopped before I went far.

It was the same young man who received me last time. He stood in front of the car, looking at the huge truck, swallowed nervously, and asked with a trembling voice.

"Mr. Su, is this truckload of yours...all Coke?"

I opened the car door and jumped out, while Ajie twisted his body and sat in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, this car is full of Coke. Are you surprised?"

I smiled and extended my hand to the young man. The young man still had a look of shock on his face and hadn't come to his senses yet. He held my hand a little slowly.

I have a deep impression of this young man. It was him who secretly gave me a piece of candy last time and asked me to help Wang Quan who was away.

When he and I held hands, his brows twitched slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at me at a loss.

I smiled at him meaningfully and slowly withdrew my hand. The young man didn't move his head, but quickly glanced at his palm.

I saw that there was a small green hairpin between his fingers.

This is the hairpin that Wang Zixuan carries with her. For this young man, this signal is enough.

Sure enough, the young man secretly clenched his fists and hid the green hairpin. His originally dim and empty eyes now shone with a gleam of light, shining brightly.

"Mr. Su, do you need me to do anything?"

The young man said this a little eagerly, but with great sincerity. He couldn't help but take a step forward with a burning gaze.

I patted the young man on the shoulder, glanced at the armed guards behind him, and asked with a smile as if we were chatting.

"Are these brothers all your subordinates? They are really promising young people."

The young man immediately understood and also put on a smiling face. With his back to those people, he secretly frowned at me with a serious expression, but spoke softly in a relaxed tone.

"Mr. Su is wrong. I am just a warehouse keeper and I don't have anyone under me."

Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes slightly, moved my right hand slightly back, and raised a middle finger to Ajie in the car.

This gesture means that these people can be killed.

Don’t ask me why it’s the middle finger, because this gesture feels great.

"I want to change to some heavy-fired weapons this time, and I also want to talk to the chief about what happened last time."

"So, please send me to the chief, I have a big deal here."