Link nodded: "Well, what's the dinner?"

Delia: "How about fried steak, hummus, greengrocer salad?"

I shouldn't have any expectations for the cooking skills of American housewives. Link muttered in his heart, but he nodded in agreement.

He must have rarely cooked in the future. It should be fine if the handyman Delia works as a part-time cook, everything is to save trouble.

It is now 19:37 on July 9, less than five hours after the third anchoring at 0:15 on July 10.

After the first anchoring, the monsters only appeared sporadically.

After the second anchoring, a group of monsters burst out from time to time like mice in the field.

What happens after the third anchoring? Link felt that it might be described as "flood".

His eyes fell into the kitchen together with the backs of the mother and daughter, and he murmured in a low voice: "I hope you won't become monsters at that time, otherwise..."

He turned his head and looked at the other side, which was the location of Old Man Bi's house.

This old man...look again, both sides are not that familiar with each other.

Having made up his mind, Link took out a bottle of Eisenia's flavour wine from his backpack No. 1 and put it on the dining table there.

Both mother and daughter were a little surprised: Such a considerate behavior would be very unlucky.

Link sent his blessings in his heart: steak + wine ≈ American version of the silenced rice + farewell wine! After eating this meal, you will become monsters tonight, so I can give you your last journey.

His eyes made the mother and daughter a little nervous.

Of course, they did not recognize that this was the look of "looking at the prey" like in the novel, but they also felt like they were being examined.

Camilla's eyes flashed: steak wine for dinner, is he trying to ask me...hehehe?

Delia was nervous: Wait, dinner, steak, wine? Do you want to get us drunk...this?

In a panic, she didn't even think of the excuse that Camilla was only fifteen years old and was not suitable for drinking.

The dinner was very fast, and Delia marinated the steak in the afternoon and fry it for a few minutes.

Hummus is ready-made and heated.

Camilla is responsible for making vegetable and fruit salads and steak sides.

The two women started together and the meal was ready in less than ten minutes.

Link opened the bottle plug, poured golden wine liquid into three cups, handed it to the mother and daughter one by one, and then raised his cup: "Hope!"

Hearing the word "hope", Delia and Camilla were in a complicated mood, but they raised their cups: "Share to hope."

The entrance to the fruity slightly sweet wine liquid once tasted like a happy life, but now it cannot make people really happy.

While eating steak, Link told the two girls about what he saw and heard from all over the place last night and today, and asked about the information collected by Delia here.

Delia was in a low mood and explained.

The landline phone is basically unanswered, and the mobile phone can still connect to some, but the people on the other end of the phone are in a hurry to run away and buy supplies, and they have no intention of chatting.

Only the largest TV stations are still playing, but most of them are text and voice pictures, and more news is already spread by radio stations.

Perhaps some dedicated journalists want to stand in the last post and wait for order to return to get promoted and raise salaries and reach the peak of their lives.

Unfortunately, this is destined to be an unrealized beautiful fantasy.

The end of the world is inevitable, and chaos will eventually come.

Link knew all this very well.

The two-confirm reality is a big stick, which can make Delia and Camilla give up any unrealistic fantasies and accept their fate.

The expensive and expensive wine is carrots, the drop of honey in a painful and despair situation.

If not, wouldn’t it be fragrant if the red wine at 20-50 yuan per bottle in the supermarket be fragrant?

Chatting and drinking, the two women soon became drunk and nagging a lot of trivial matters in their past lives.

Link just listened, and from time to time he kept notifying the notebook.

To him, wine is no more attractive than a bottle of grape juice.

He took out three bottles of wine, and he drank only half the first cup, and the rest were all put into the stomachs of the two women.

It was nine-thirty at night, and two women lay on the dining table, half drunk and half asleep.

Link got up, threw Camilla into the recliner in the study, and then took Delia to the makeshift camp bed in the basement and pulled it over a thin blanket to cover it.

Delia collapsed on the bed with her limbs wide open, and suddenly shook her head in a daze and murmured: "Wait, wait a moment..."

Link; (￣△￣)?

Delia: "Where is my husband?"

Link's mouth twitched slightly: (￣ー￣*|||) Haven't your husband... all turned into energy points?

He complained in his heart that he pulled a blanket and wrapped it around her.

Delia seemed to feel physically restricted and twisted and struggled unconsciously, but her movements were weak when she was drunk: "Wait a moment, wait a moment."

I'll wait for you. Link curled his lips, turned around and walked out of the basement, and pulled him to the door.

The two women separated were just for safety reasons. After three anchorages, no matter who turned into a monster, they would not eat the "food" next to them.

Especially eating in his house, that was so disgusting.

Back in the living room, Link moved his mind and entered the game world.

It was still the quiet passage and the base without a voice, but his heart was full of expectations: this time, we must make another profit from the experience of Claude.

Today he only earned more than 300 energy points in Chicago City in the early morning until dawn.

Claude instantly killed five-headed monsters with one spear and one sword, which was also more than 300 energy points.

The efficiency gap between more than three hours and one second is too big and cannot be compared.

Of course, Link won't give up on his own efforts.

It is unknown how much energy Claude can provide. Eggs should never be kept in a basket.

A powerful healing potion was purchased in the base store, two personal quantum terminals, five sets of A1 combat suits, two sets of individual carry-on tools, and the energy point was zeroed again.

The A1 combat suit is the basic model, with flexible connections outside important parts and can be folded up like clothes.

The protective helmet cannot be folded, but the mask can be opened and it will be as heavy as a steel helmet.

All five sets of combat suits were stuffed into the large backpacks of individual soldiers' carrying equipment. The backpacks had one-fifth of the gap, and they just put another set of carrying equipment in.

After packing up, Link left the base.

Time and reality are moving forward simultaneously in the game world. It is only one o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still three to four hours before the agreed meeting time with Claude.

Claude and his team did not have a timing device, so they could only estimate the sky according to experience, and it was normal to have a half hour error.

When I walked to the place where I met Claude and his daughter last time, the terminal issued a reminder: "The target number is 2, and it is suspected to be human."

Link slowed down and quietly walked to the edge of the ruins. He looked out clearly that it was Claude and his daughter, and then he appeared and walked out.
Chapter completed!