It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

"The most critical moment has not yet arrived?"

Hydaelyn shook his head, then said, "But..."

"But there's not much time left for Guang."

"Not just the Warrior of Light."

"Understood. If you need my help, just let me know. We in the competitive world will definitely help you."

"Thank you for your selflessness and generosity," Hydaelyn thanked sincerely.

"Hey, given our relationship, why should I thank you? You helped me put up a big crystal outside my store. Every time the sun goes down, the big crystal starts to glow. What satisfies me most is that the glowing crystal does not attract insects. Now the Crystal Plaza, like the Big Mushroom Plaza, has long become a popular check-in spot. Just for this big crystal, this world must be saved!"

After that, the boss suddenly had an idea and said to Hydaelin, "Anyway, there's nothing interesting for you to stay idle. A few old wizards recently helped me expand the restaurant. Now the place is big enough to even put a table for a rotating hot pot. Do you want to try the rotating hot pot? Although this thing is outdated in our place, hot pot is hot pot after all. Anyone who makes hot pot taste bad should be shot."

"I? Me? Leave here?"

"I was thinking, there's no one else here besides us two!"

To be honest, Crystal was moved at this moment, because she had been in a very good mood in the past year or so. After all, Hydaelyn, who had been bearing the pressure alone and working hard for more than 10,000 years, suddenly found a big boss who was willing to help the world and became a sub-god in an instant.

He is a sub-god whose divinity is lower than that of the true God, not a barbarian god!

A sub-god who can cover the entire Primordial World, as long as he is willing to take action, the problems that trouble the Primordial World are basically not a problem. However, just like the boss's position in the Avengers, Hydaelyn also regards the boss as the "backup god" of the Primordial World.

It's the kind of "If someone doesn't teach you how to walk, I will teach you how to sit in a wheelchair". His realm is far higher than the Twelve Gods, even higher than the Will of Light (Hydaelyn) and the Will of Darkness (Zodiac)!

So, Hydaelin, who had been staying at home for more than 10,000 years, gladly accepted the invitation to go to the restaurant located in the cracks of time and space to see something called "rotating hot pot".

And then……

"Oh! It smells so good!"

"It smells good, right? Of course it smells good!" The boss pointed at Shaoan in the kitchen, "Did you see that? He's a national-level Sichuan chef! He personally stir-fries the base of the red oil hotpot! With me, you can't get a bad deal with a small self-service hotpot for 12 yuan per person. Except for the extra 5 yuan for the meat slices, the 12 yuan also includes soda!"

"What's soda?" Hydaelyn asked pathetically.

That's right...

Tataru and Koril, who escorted 10,000 unconscious Dawn members to Orochimaru's research institute for "maintenance" and came to the boss's restaurant to take a short rest, were immediately numb when they heard the boss call the big sister eating the rotating hot pot "Big Sister Hydaelin"!

After the anesthesia wore off, Tatalu rushed out of the hotel, took out his cell phone and called his senior brother (Estinien), asking him, "Do you want to come to the Ghost Hotel in East La Noscea to see the gods?"

"Your phone call exposed me..."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

While the eldest brother did a backflip to avoid the enemy's pursuit and Tatalu was at a loss outside the hotel, Kaluer had already taken a photo with Hydaelyn and posted it on her Moments.

The title is "A beautiful lady eating hot pot."

At this time, several researchers who were on a short vacation suddenly exclaimed "Wow". They automatically ignored the various tall and short, strange customers in the store, pointed at the ingredients on the rotating hot pot conveyor belt and asked: "What's the wind blowing today? Why are there strange foods that look like durian on the conveyor belt?"

"Because we have distinguished guests, we have prepared a lot of good things. Not only durian, but also unlimited watermelon, lychee, and big cherries. If you are not afraid of sugar in your urine, you can definitely eat a fruit meal."

"Distinguished guest!" A former disciple of Dr. Ji asked curiously, "How valuable must a guest be to be honored as a distinguished guest by you, Marshal? I guess he must have at least several billion tons of gold reserves!"

"It's much more valuable than that." The boss told him: "It's the kind that has worked hard and diligently for more than 10,000 years just to protect the world!"

Several researchers on vacation stood up, bowed respectfully to Hydaelyn, and said sincerely: "Hello, senior!"

"Working hard? Working diligently? Haha, there is nothing more ridiculous in the world than this."

Suddenly, a gloomy guy with half black and half white hair, a red spot between his eyebrows, no pants to cover his face, and drooping eyes walked into the hotel.

"I thought the legendary ghost hotel was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to really exist. What kind of magical creation magic is this that can stably connect different time and space to other worlds?" After saying this, the gloomy man exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, it's been a long time since we last met, my great hero - Lord Hydaelyn. Considering that we have known each other before, can you allow me to call you by your real name...Vignes?"

"Emet... I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to be so late."

"There's nothing I can do. Garlemald is busy with state affairs. As the founding emperor, I will work diligently and conscientiously even if I abdicate for a hundred years." After saying that, the guy who was called "Aimeite", but whose name must have more than these three characters, put a hundred-dollar bill and two ten-dollar bills on the boss's counter.

Denise looked at the Garlean currency that she had never seen before, and took the initiative to return the hundred-dollar bill, and gave the other party a five-dollar bill and three coins in change.

"Don't despise the coins, they are hard to come by. If you really can't do it, give me a QR code and I'll scan it for you. But the prerequisite is that you must have a WeChat, Alipay or digital RMB client."

Aimeite: (??_?)

Then, Aimette pocketed the coins, walked towards the rotating hot pot, and sat down next to Hyde...Vignes.

"Clear soup, tomato, slightly spicy, mildly spicy, medium spicy, very spicy, super spicy, which soup base do you want?"

Aimeite thought for a moment and replied, "Uh, clear soup will do."

"So do you eat chopped green onion beef?"

"Eat, is there any problem?"

"Nothing, just asking to avoid you pulling out your gun."

Aimeite: (? ? _?) ???

Boss Cheng turned his head and shouted to the kitchen, "One for the beef bone soup base, and the chopped green onions are normal."

But then a disgusted sound of "tsk" was heard from the kitchen.

Then, Hydaelyn, with the resolution of not sparing his urine sugar, began to crazily eat all kinds of fruits, while Emet paid attention to balanced nutrition and tasted every food on the conveyor belt.

As for what the two "old friends" were talking about, it was not something that an outsider like Boss Cheng could understand. But the boss was sure that the two were old acquaintances from more than ten thousand years ago. And the two seemed to have reached some kind of agreement to design another world, but the content of the agreement was too abstruse, and the boss had no chance to understand it.

"Heh... I haven't been so relaxed in a long time." Amet's gloomy face had a half-smile, half-not-smile expression, "Thank you for your hospitality, boss. Thank you for not meddling in the affairs of this world. In this era, it is rare to see a complete person like you. In our era, you would definitely be an Ashem seat... Sorry, I guess you wouldn't be interested in such an antique position."

"Finally, boss, you can call me Amet-Selch or Hades. But the losers in the original world are more accustomed to calling me Solus zos Galvus. The crown prince you beat up some time ago can be considered my great-grandson. But it doesn't matter, they are just a bunch of losers."

After saying that, Emet-Selch turned around and left, and in a very personal way, he waved his hands arrogantly. But as soon as he walked out, he came back again. Because this guy's identity was too special, even the hotel's transmission positioning device (that is, the door) could not identify which world he belonged to.

He had to ask his boss to position the exit, which allowed him to return to the cornerstone world No. 28 where he "belonged", instead of appearing on the planet-splitting ship in the Avengers world with a confused look on his face.

After Hydalin left the restaurant with food and gifts, the boss, in keeping with the work attitude of a deputy minister, brought the entire video of the conversation between the two back to the coordination department. However, the conversation between the two was full of information that the coordination department had not yet grasped, so...

"So, help locate Angel!"

"No way! You haven't found Angel yet?"

"Please, Deputy Minister!" The person in charge of the technical department's positioning team complained, "Who knew that he would disappear just like that, and he happened to go to a place that is difficult to locate. We are just a group of ordinary people who rely on technology, and we can only be materialistic! So we have to ask the Deputy Minister, who has transcended the materialistic worldview, to go there in person and send him a time-space beacon!"

then……

Under Hydaelin's supervision, a portal suddenly opened. The boss pushed the time-space beacon into Angel's arms, and the portal closed immediately.

Standing next to Angel, the mysterious hooded cat asked Angel: "What just happened... could it be..."

"Hey, don't worry about who that bald guy was just now." Angel weighed the time-space beacon in his hand and said to the mysterious cat: "With this thing, the problem of building materials and city defense will no longer be a problem!"

Soon after, a request for help from Project Team 28 was posted on the notice board of the Coordination Department. The request for help from Project Team 28 was simple: a large amount of building materials and city defense weapons were needed.

As for building materials and city defense weapons, a few miners could easily provide the building materials Angel needed. "Tiger King" Norris also helped Angel solve the problem of all automated city defense weapons.

A few days later, the 28th project team posted another request for help. This time, the request was for "short-range vehicles that do not require fuel or energy supply, as well as individual self-defense weapons."

The boss immediately understood that Angel was coming for him this time. After Zhou Zhezhi learned about the needs of the other world, he directly replied to the boss: "Don't worry, I'll give you enough!"

445 The Auntie Who Stops the Dragon-Level Monster

"Oh my, this time I really helped the whole world solve a not-so-small problem!"

After that, Zhou Zhezhi handed Boss Cheng a list of weapons, and the Arabic numerals at the end of each weapon represented the unit of "thousand". The boss also breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the unit was still "thousand", not "million". So the 134 after the M18.92 (minigun) did not make the boss' eyes widen.

If not...

Nearly 1900 million Gatling guns with blue flames, no matter how many bullets you have, it's not enough to cause harm. The logistics staff responsible for the bullet chain curses your ancestors every day!

Faced with this list of individual equipment, Boss Cheng still asked the question in his mind: "Are you, UEG, planning to give me all the obsolete equipment in the world?"

Zhou Zhezhi also said righteously: "As long as you want it, there is no problem!"

"No problem! Billions of guns! How can I help you deal with them?"

There is no way, the times have changed. Not to mention that struggle and confrontation are not the themes of today's world, even peace and development have to take a back seat to make way for the survival of human civilization. Therefore, UEG has long reached an agreement to optimize the military structure.

Not to mention that the army will be largely cut, even the navy and air force will not be spared. The future UNSC will be the main force of the Earth Army, and in the context of the "Great Escape" era, the elite strategy of retaining only a small number of high-quality combat forces is the most suitable for the positioning of the UNSC.

As for the ground forces that need to be retained, UEG has already calculated that as long as there is no civil war between the initial signatories, 30 standing troops are enough to suppress the world. And at least 10 of them are navy and air force. Therefore, weapons and equipment other than these 30 standing troops need to be optimized and eliminated.

In the current era where even America has begun to legislate to ban guns, these weapons have become a problem for all countries, and how to deal with these weapons has become a major problem that causes headaches for all countries.

After all, the current steel "capacity" is so high that they dare not pile it on Earth anymore. If there wasn't too much steel, UEG wouldn't be able to build colony satellites so freely.

Initially, these people were planning to use hard titanium alloy, but later they realized that if they didn’t find a way to solve the problem of excess steel, the plan of filling the Mediterranean with iron ingots might actually be implemented!

Therefore, in order to create jobs and consume the steel production capacity that has nowhere to go, UEG can only frantically build space factories that can build colony satellites in space. After these things are built on Earth, they will be thrown into space. In the future, most of the steel production capacity will be consumed by these space factories, and the earth will only receive the most needed metal resources.

So, there are various obsolete weapons...

To be honest, if we weren't worried that these things floating in space would affect navigation safety, these broken things would have been shot into space long ago.

Recycling and reuse are all unworthy of the hours of work spent on disassembly, sorting, harmless treatment and remelting!

"No, why did you only ask for more than 100 million guns this time? Why don't you think about it again?"

The boss spread his hands and said, "Don't blame me. The price was only over 50 yuan in the requirements, and I took the initiative to double it for him!"

"What about World 29? They..."

"Neither do I!" Allen suddenly appeared and said to Zhou Zhezhi, "We haven't even used up 200 million rounds of bullets yet. Before we expand our army to a million, we don't need so many weapons and ammunition."

Zhou Zhezhi asked: "When will you expand your army to one million?"

“We don’t expand.”

Zhou Zhezhi: (?_?)

Zhou Zhezhi decided to ignore Allen, the old idiot, and then took out a stack of yellowed paper documents and asked his boss, "Do you still remember the old car that cheated the new energy subsidy?"

"Is it the car that went bankrupt more frequently than a pair of broken shoes, and finally made its old age miserable?"

“Yes, that late-life car!”

The boss asked back: "Why did you bring up that awful thing?"

"They once produced a batch of fake hydrogen-by-hydrogen pickup trucks, which were modified from their own pickup trucks. But you should also have the impression that in the late years when cars were still in their prime, the pickup trucks and trucks they produced actually had a pretty good reputation."

"Go on, I'm listening!" The boss nodded.

"The foundation of that batch of cars is pretty good. The fraudulent hydrogen splitting system was replaced with a real hydrogen splitting system. You can even drive away without doing power matching!"

The boss also asked: "Just use the weak 2.0 engine?"

"2.0 is of course weak for a military armored vehicle, but a pickup truck is just a fake military vehicle. 450 Nm is more than enough for a compact pickup truck! Besides, those bastards only installed the most basic electronic systems on these cars in order to defraud subsidies. Only..."

"Don't just say 'only' to us. I want it. I want it all. Okay?"

"not me……"

"Don't say 'I, I, I' all the time. Give me the car. Don't forget to give me the overhaul line, too."

Zhou Zhezhi nodded hurriedly and assured: "Not to mention the overhaul line, it's no problem for us to give you the production line!"

So, in addition to receiving more than 150 pickup trucks that can run on water, Angel also received a complete automobile production line and a fusion generator that can "provide electricity for at least 200 years."

Then Angel and the mysterious cat became numb together.

The current Crystal City Guards wear NATO bulletproof helmets and UNSC bulletproof armor, but their uniforms are of the Russian style. The main point is a mix and match, just like "UEG family"!

The only thing is that the boots are not the standard equipment of other countries, but the 1688-inch "Zhenzong Junpin" that the boss ordered from 12. After all, other countries don't have much stock of military boots. As for domestic ones...

Let's put it this way, it's not that Zhou Zhezhi didn't want to donate, but the General Staff Headquarters didn't dare to donate. The reason for not daring to donate is also very simple, just because the Type 5 was completely eliminated after less than 21 years of use. If all these broken things in the big library were donated, it would not be enough to embarrass the 27th cornerstone world.

You don’t want to rip the side zipper of your combat boots apart during your first week of running because you’re running too hard during your daily training, right?

Even Angell said: "It takes 30 years of cerebral thrombosis to sew a nylon woven zipper on combat boots that is not strong enough to be considered as such a design."

But Emet-Selk, who came to the restaurant to eat hotpot again and was sweating profusely because of the spicy food, looked at Boss Cheng who was calling another world with a shocked face.

Emet-Selke thought, is this the bald guy that Vines said he would never interfere? He didn't interfere, but he stuck things in there! And he kept sticking all kinds of things in there!

"Haha, what a bunch of hopeless losers! They don't even have a pair of shoes..."

"I still have a lot left!" The boss looked at the size of Aimeite's feet and handed him a pair of size 45 shoes. "Try them on. We've overordered more than 5000 pairs of shoes. Take them if they fit you."

Amet looked at the shoe box that appeared out of thin air, then looked at Boss Cheng's sincere smile, nodded and took the box.

"Thank you, then I'm welcome."

After putting on the new boots, Emet had to admit that these shoes with ergonomic design were much more comfortable to wear than the hard-shoes produced by the Garlean Empire. Although the level of modernization in the Garlean Empire was also very high, Emet-Selch felt that there was still a gap of at least 70 years in people's livelihood compared to the world where his boss lived.

Then, Emet-Selch, wearing comfortable new shoes, left the hotel. It was impossible to find out where he went. Anyway, he just snapped his fingers and disappeared.