Waldo set up the barbecue grill in the open space and then clicked to start the cooking process. Now, their supplies were abundant, and making a barbecue grill was a breeze. Waldo effortlessly completed the construction of the grill.
He then returned to the villa and admired the busy figures of Helen and Alanna in the open kitchen. Both won had stunning figures and beautiful faces. Especially at this mont, with their casual and cool attire, they were quite eye-catching.
Alanna noticed Waldo's gaze and playfully gave him a teasing look. Waldo felt a little itchy under her gaze. As he looked at the hazy sky outside, he couldn't help feeling sentintal.
This kind of life wasn't bad at all. In the blink of an eye, evening ca. Waldo started a fire in the barbecue grill, and Alanna and Helen had prepared the ingredients.
Waldo leisurely sat on a recliner, with a glass of Romanee-Conti wine from the early days of infinite supplies at his side, watching the two won having fun.
It had to be said that this wine, which could fetch a high price in the old world, was indeed worth it. Waldo was starting to enjoy life more and more.
However, he didn't notice that while they were enjoying the barbecue, an unmanned drone quietly arrived above the villa. The mbers of the sheriff's office weren't as comfortable as Waldo's group. On the contrary, they were in a slightly miserable state.
Last ti in the old city, they suffered heavy casualties and lost a lot of combat supplies. Thus, they had to spend more of their daily supplies to exchange for combat equipnt to maintain the strength of their large team.
After all, Saturn and Drug Lord had barely suffered any losses and were making jokes about their sheriff's office. If they launched an attack now, it was hard to predict who would win or lose, but the losses would undoubtedly be much more severe.
Therefore, they had no choice but to exchange their daily supplies for combat resources, resulting in a significant reduction in the supplies of all mbers of the sheriff's office. Sheriff was the first to eat compressed biscuits.
Drinking water, he swallowed hard with a lump in his throat, but his heart was bleeding. "Brothers, enduring hardships is a blessing. After overcoming this difficult period, we'll be feasting on at every day!" However, before they could enjoy the at, they saw others eating it.
In the sheriff's office located in the central district, everyone looked at the scene on the screen, their mouths watering. The handso and beautiful group, enjoying a happy barbecue, seed to have no regard for the sheriff's office.
This was the first ti the mbers of the sheriff's office saw Waldo's true appearance. Scorpion controlled the drone, capturing Waldo's face clearly.
Looking at Waldo's contented expression, he angrily said, "Damn it! This guy is actually having a barbecue and drinking wine at ho, as if he doesn't care about our sheriff's office!"
In the past, when the sheriff's office was most affluent, at wasn't anything too special. They would simply cook it or roast it over a fire.
Only mbers of large teams like the sheriff's office could enjoy such treatnt. In comparison, the so-called frontline teams like Saturn and Drug Lord were completely different.
Apart from the core mbers and leaders, they don't need to worry about it. Ordinary mbers? Hehe, they can exchange it with contribution points!
The mbers of the sheriff's office used to be proud of this and felt proud to be a part of the team. But now, Waldo is roasting their pride on the barbecue grill. It's so unfair! How could a lone player like 10086 have a barbecue grill and so much at?
Waldo and his team were well-prepared, collecting plenty of bamboo skewers and arranging pork and beef on large baskets beside the grill. They sprinkled cumin powder and mixed sauces, and the aroma filled the air.
Even the other mbers of the sheriff's office, including Sheriff himself, subconsciously swallowed their saliva, watching the scene with envy. They never imagined that after receiving a private ssage from 10086, he would be able to casually barbecue in his own villa like this.
Scorpion was practically drooling. He was a young man who loved barbecue and beer. Growing up in a coastal city, he had been exposed to drinking beer and eating barbecue from an early age.
As they said in his hotown, "Drinking without skewers, half the fun is gone!"
But after entering the post-apocalyptic world, Scorpion had to put aside his old habits. It wasn't that he didn't like drinking beer and eating skewers anymore; it was just that he didn't have the ans to do so now.
He had thought that there would be no more barbecue in the post-apocalyptic world. However, he unexpectedly saw his favorite food at the hands of his enemies. It was a complicated feeling. Sizzle! It's done!
In the transmission from the unmanned drone, Alanna and Helen's joyful voices ca through. In the eting room of the sheriff's office, the mbers who were qualified to observe Waldo's actions were mostly newly promoted core mbers, as well as Scorpion and Sheriff.
They were all concentrating, leaning forward, eager to hear every word clearly. Every sentence that followed could potentially be valuable intelligence.
Alanna held a skewer, disregarding the large beads of sweat on her forehead, and handed it excitedly to Waldo. Helen also handed over so sausages she had grilled herself. Both won watched Waldo intently, full of anticipation.
Waldo held the two foods in his hands and looked blissful. Even though they were slightly overcooked, he enjoyed them imnsely.
His mouth was full of food as he mumbled, "Delicious, so delicious!!" Watching the audiovisual feed from the drone, Scorpion couldn't resist anymore.
"Damn it, I want to eat too!" Sheriff didn't look sideways, but the faintly visible veins on his forehead indicated his inner turmoil.
"Scorpion, watch your words and actions!"
Scorpion could only reluctantly apologize.
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