I looked at the sign above my head to make sure I wasn't in the wrong clothing store.

With a "clang" sound, I used the window breaker with the end of a mechanical stick to hit the sturdy glass of the clothing store. Suddenly the glass cracked and shattered, and the sound spread far in the deserted small pedestrian street...

"Open sesame"! I said to myself, then I took back the mechanical stick and looked at the things in the store with interest. In fact, there were not many good things worth highlighting, but they were all indescribable.

Clothes and shoes. Of course, there are good things, but I don’t like them.

"Which piece of clothing do you like?" Lao Lan asked me. I did not answer his question immediately. Instead, I walked to a column of display racks and grabbed a slightly old denim jacket and a

He put on a dark gray wear-resistant shirt, then changed on the spot and said: "The clothes on my body are all wet, we have to change. I don't want to lose my temper and catch a cold."

"In this case, should we pick up a few more items to keep around?" Wei Lao pointed to the shelves not far away, which were all long-sleeved shirts and some short-sleeved shirts.

"You can't get used to sleeping and walking in clothes that are often smelly of sweat, right?" I had already put on my clothes and dumped the contents of my backpack on the ground in annoyance, and then added: "Oh my God.

, I’m really fed up with the stench, I don’t want to hang out with smelly people every day.”

"Oh! Hoho, look at what you said, brother, I don't think you have mysophobia"! Lao Lan complained.

I curled my lips and paused for a moment, saying, "Unfortunately, I do have it."

"Really? God, we are actually going to travel with a guy who is full of mysophobia! I can't believe it"!

"Stop talking nonsense, man, please, do more work and shut your mouth"! I threw the old rucksack at him, which hit him right in the face, and it worked: Lao Lan successfully

I shut my mouth. Then, I pulled a tactical backpack from the shelf. If I read it correctly, it should be a Zhazhai bag, but the capacity was enough to meet my requirements. So my first step in getting the backpack was

Check the durability of the outer zipper of the backpack. To put it simply, I rub the zipper back and forth. If there is serious jamming or obvious obstruction when pulling, I will throw it away. But this backpack not only has obstruction when zipping, but also

It is very inconvenient to operate quickly, and it is not like the mainstream tactical backpacks on the market that can be opened directly. I only pulled it for a long time, and the zipper head couldn't bear my strength and broke.

"Damn..." I cursed silently and threw the broken zipper pull aside with one hand. I never thought that these scumbag imitations were so useless. I was helpless and looked at all kinds of items on the shelf.

As for the backpack, I finally chose a black mountaineering bag and put the food and water in the original backpack. But Lao Lan and Wei Lao hadn't prepared anything yet. I saw them busy in front of the cabinet.

Busy going, changing into a frog suit and a jacket. After changing the jacket, I changed into tactical pants and shoes.

But we are not doing outdoor sports, so why are we carrying so many things? In short, under the current circumstances, I am not picky about clothes. As long as these clothes are not very heavy and do not hinder activities, it will be fine. However,

Most of these cannot be picked up outside, so you still need to bring some with you, especially a backpack.

"It's time to go, hey!" I yelled at the two of them, but they didn't pay attention to me.

I'm really busy. It's obviously such a time. Our mission at the moment is still to focus on food, not equipment. Although sharpening the knife will not stop chopping wood, I think there is really no need to stop at this time. If we wait until

Wei Lao and the others have finished picking up their things before leaving, so no one can fail to see how well they are dressed, unless that person is blind.

In fact, I am the blind man. At this moment, they have stuffed everything they can into their backpacks. If they need it, they can even hire a vehicle to load the entire city's supplies.

"Maybe we can find a car or something to put these things in..." I blurted out this sentence after thinking about it.

"Yes"? Lao Lan said casually: "Then you'd better get a truck or something. I want everything now, and maybe I can use the truck as an RV!"

When Wei Lao heard this, he smiled and said, "Then let's just bring an armored vehicle. The armored vehicle can be loaded and can also fight!"

Everyone laughed because this sentence was really ridiculous. But as mentioned above, the situation is indeed the case. I need a vehicle. We need a vehicle that can carry supplies and weapons platforms. Whether it is a military jeep

Whether it's a pickup truck or a pickup truck, they can all meet my requirements. But when I look at the scattered cars on the street, it's really difficult to find a suitable one. Of course, cars are indispensable in this urban area, but here's the problem.

Most of the vehicles are private cars or SUVs, and you rarely see pickup trucks or even military jeeps. Come on, this is a commercial city, and you can't even find any military facilities.

You mean driving? I don't know how.

Not long ago, we got dressed and continued on the road, with me taking the lead, Wei Lao and Lao Lan slowly following behind. This was not because I was walking fast or impatient, nor was it because Lao Lan and the others were walking slowly or

They didn't want to leave, but decided by the goods in their backpacks: those things were too heavy. So they had to stop and make choices among the various clothing in the backpacks, and finally discarded some of the clothes and equipment

. Of course, I have not forgotten my plan: making armor. In the clothing store, I paid special attention to the nylon fabric inside, and even used scissors to cut off about two kilograms of nylon fabric. If you want to ask me

Where does the time come from? You can refer to the two people behind me. Men never change clothes except for them.

But I admire them very much. They helped Lao Liu and under certain circumstances also helped me, especially Wei Lao. In a prison full of prisoners and thugs, the two of them are the best thugs. Although you will feel that they do

Things are unreliable, but please believe me, they are different. These two partners have both the demeanor of soldiers and the style of young people.

When passing by a supermarket, I paid special attention to the entrance of the supermarket. This was not because I was concerned about the materials inside, but because I was paying attention to whether there were people living inside. The reason was also very simple. As long as someone noticed the blood stains next to the door,

That's easy to say.

This is blood.

"What's wrong?" Lao Lan asked.

"Are you brave enough, man?" I said, pointing to the blood on the ground.

Wei Lao did not lower his head to look at the small pool of blood, but carefully stared at the inside of the store. I also followed his line of sight and saw that it was a counter. But for some reason, he started to put his hand from his chest.

Put on the swing stick on the side of the belt.

"I need you to come in and check it out," I said.

"What about you? I don't think inside..." I patted them both on the shoulders again, pointed to the open glass door inside with my chin, and said with a wry smile: "Someone has to look after you outside, right?"

They lowered their heads again and looked at the pool of blood that had not yet condensed.

"Come here," I said, "come closer and take a look at this." I pointed to the dagger on the ground. It was lying quietly among the broken glass outside the door. There was obvious deformation and bending on the tip.

It was like hitting something hard with a sharp nail, causing severe and irreversible deformation.

"This means...could there be someone here?" They replied in a low voice after reading it.

"Someone had a fight here not long ago, it's true!" I also put my hand on the stick holster at my waist, ready to take out the weapon at any time.

The three of us stood up from the ground and looked at the empty supermarket inside with a critical eye. It seemed like there was a ghost living inside, it was very quiet, even eerily quiet.

"How about forgetting it, we still have to find food..." I said to them timidly. To be honest, I didn't want to cause too much trouble. No matter who the blood on the ground belonged to, as long as it wasn't

I don't really care about ours.

"But there is food in there!" Wei Lao looked at me. He was particularly conspicuous at this time because he had already entered the store and was approaching the food counter.

"Oh, God..." I watched them walk into the store one after another, and I suddenly had the courage to step into this neither low nor high threshold. But I didn't dare to rush into this weird store rashly, even though we were in the process of entering the store.

Join forces, but if an emergency occurs, we will definitely lose manpower. This is exactly what I least want to see.

"But there is food in here, Old Han." Wei Lao pointed to me in a low voice the things on the shelves inside. His eyes revealed half suspicion and half surprise, oh, yes, there is food in it, and there is even

There is a lot of food, but there is blood outside. This is no joke. Who knows what kind of thugs and prisoners there are in here. I want to see Lao Liu and Zhang Ying alive, and I don’t want to be the undead. But they are already

When I walked in, before I could say anything, they had already started opening their backpacks and stuffing food inside.

I mustered up the courage and walked over to Wei Lao, watching him carefully and quietly put the food on the counter into his backpack. At this time, I didn't pay attention to Lao Lan, he just got into the back of the store.

There were still a lot of things waiting for him to pack over there. But when Wei Lao was about to reach out to pack the next piece of food, I noticed something strange.

As long as anyone with common sense understands one truth, that is, goods will be classified. The original food on this row of shelves has obviously been tampered with. When Nancheng District was blocked, these foods should not have been untouched.

With panic buying, people's demand for food has obviously exceeded expectations. Under the logistics blockade, these items are all consumables, and they will disappear after eating one. So, why do these originally empty shelves appear inexplicably?

What about these things? Bread, dried fish, instant noodles, compressed food, canned food, and self-heating rice are all placed here without even classification.

Is this a bait? If so, who are they tempting? What are the people living here thinking?

As I said before, I don’t want to pursue excitement or be a hero. I just want to live well with my friends. From that moment on, I gave up ordinary life. My expectation is to live well with my friends.

.My goal is to survive well. But the reality is like this, there are always accidents. I found something was wrong. "Lao Lan?" I heard a noise of stumbling, I tilted my head and looked at Lao Lan.

There was nothing in the area where Lan was. "Lao Lan?" I called him again, even raising my voice intentionally. But the other party didn't reply to me, not even the slightest movement.

So, Wei Lao and I realized the danger, quickly took off our backpacks and took out our weapons. No matter whether Lao Lan was still inside the store or not, I couldn't keep calm. At this time, I had to have a sense of urgency.

Under the influence of such emotions, Wei Lao and I were always on guard against potential safety hazards around us. I kept a distance from him, stared closely at the corners around us, and walked step by step towards where Lao Lan was.

The place to stay.

But there was no Lao Lan there, only Lao Lan who had opened half of his backpack.

"Come out!" I yelled at the empty store.

In the end, no one would respond, just my voice echoing in the air. But I knew where that person was, and he was very close to us, so I sent Wei Lao away and asked him to retreat to a place where I couldn't see him.

. Then, I kicked each of the vertical cargo racks that I could see in front of me. This kick was so powerful that it could even directly knock over the cargo racks. Of course, it also overturned the ones hidden behind the cargo racks.

people.

"Do you have to do it?" I held a mechanical stick in my hand, rushed forward, and grabbed the crushed man out. Before he could struggle, I gave him a stick on his arm, and then

I hit him hard on the right arm with a window-breaking cone, knocking off his knife-holding hand. Finally, I successfully controlled the man and stopped him from attacking me with the knife.

action.

He wanted to struggle, but he was already firmly under my control.

"Come out, or I will slit the throat of this man on the ground!" I said harshly and shouted into the darkness in front of me.

...no one responded.

So I started to use the blood horn on the neck of the attacker on the ground, and used the muscles on both sides of the inner elbow to strangle his throat. Within two seconds, the man on the ground let out a fatal wail, heavy and painful.

.

"Come out!" I warned again, because under such circumstances, the person I was strangling would not survive for 13 seconds.

Finally, the man hiding under the dark counter came out. He was holding Lao Lan in his hand, and the other hand was holding a bloody knife pointed at Lao Lan's neck. At this time, he slowly walked over

On the open space not far away from me, he looked at me with vigilant eyes. I also loosened my tightly held arms, but this process took more than 6 seconds, and the person on the ground had already passed out. I just wanted to

Just use this person as a bargaining chip.
Chapter completed!