We left the factory at the bottom of Dongcheng District and left that unwelcome place.

I don’t know why, but whenever I am in a crisis, I will have an unpredictable ambivalence. On the one hand, I don’t want to get hurt. Simply put, I am afraid of death. But on the other hand, I

I longed to get pleasure from killing my enemies. I don’t know why, but my physical fitness began to get better and better, and now I can even wield a light military assault ax.

Driving in Dongcheng District is a very difficult thing. You have no way to maintain balance on such a mottled and uneven road. The suspension system of the car body will make you jolt. You were still in a daze a second ago.

, thinking about last night’s dinner. Your butt will suffer in the next second, and the vibration will forcefully pull you back from your thoughts.

I couldn't think too much. On the road leading to Dongcheng District, I was all looking at the boring and dilapidated old buildings along the road. The atmosphere here has always been like this, disorganized. The roads have not been repaired for a long time, and even the electric wires and poles have not been repaired for a long time.

It was dumped everywhere and even gave me the urge to dry my clothes on it.

In fact, after this trip, we were both happy and angry. On the one hand, we got the armored vehicle we had longed for. The 1 cm thick homogeneous steel armor can have a good defensive effect. On the other hand, we

Finally no more hiking.

On the other hand, it is the upgrade of equipment configuration. We all know the importance of equipment, although what we are wearing now are all Zhazhai. There is no way, Lao Lan and Wei Lao are wearing Zhazhai fsbe steel wires purchased online by someone.

The vest didn't even have a lining. So we simply made a protective plate out of thick leather and nylon fabric to prevent stabbings.

The police aramid body armor I am wearing is also dilapidated. It has marks from 9mm bullets and .22 bullets, as well as cuts and cuts from axes and knives. The aramid fiber and fabric have been severely exposed.

, the sub-bag couldn't hold a lot of things. In addition, the backpack became dirty, and even one of the zippers was broken.

Now, I got an xpc2.0 vest from the military management area that is particularly popular with local special police, and I put two PE police three-level protective plates on the front and back. Unfortunately, we don’t have a secondary bag.

We still use the flip-top magazine pouch and miscellaneous bag on Zhazhai’s vest. As for weapons, we each replaced the special police’s Type 79 submachine gun with modified butts and fish bones. We also have two boxes of bullets in the car.

, it can be said to be very sophisticated.

In addition, what makes us angry are those guys in the "rat's nest". They take advantage of us, search for resources everywhere, and plunder things that do not belong to them. Especially I saw their behavior in the underground parking lot: wantonly

Shooting innocent civilians, abducting young girls and women. Most of all, I feel guilty because I was the one who brought them here.

These people did not leave a good impression on me from the first time I met them. Most of them are composed of unemployed people and gangsters. They always like to wander around Dongcheng District wearing leather vests, ripped jeans and boots. After all,

, they like to do evil, and in this case, they will not get the punishment they deserve, which further fuels their arrogance.

So they love to kill people and plunder supplies. We call them plunderers.

As for what happened in the underground parking lot, I feel quite guilty because a lot of people died in that fight. And most of them were innocent poor people and homeless children. Just as everyone yearned for

Like gold, the military supplies in the underground parking lot were particularly important to the looters. So they took advantage of us, found the place, and started killing people.

But the result is that we successfully prevented these people from killing people just because they did not have night vision equipment. So we beat them to a pulp and prepared to take revenge northward. In other words, we led the disaster there and also helped

The people there solved the disaster.

But this is not important anymore. Others don’t like people like us. As compensation for the death of more than a dozen people, I gave them the jeep from before. As for the dead, what does it have to do with me? The dead are not

My friends are not my family members who died. I just want to get the so-called benefits, such as food, drink, equipment, and weapons and vehicles. The most important thing is a safe and long-term haven.

Lao Lan and I put on the aramid bullet-proof helmets that were about to expire, fastened the buckles, checked the weapons, filled the magazine pouch with magazines, and hung the pistol on our waists.

"How long have we been driving?" I asked, breaking the silence in the car.

Holding the gun in his arms, Lao Lan woke up in a daze from the state of preparing to fall asleep. He looked at his watch and said very unhappily: "It's been firing for an hour."

"Oh! Damn it!" I complained, "The sow can give birth to two piglets in a while, and we are still here in a daze!"

"That's not my problem, man, Wei Lao isn't familiar with this old cockpit yet!"

I leaned towards the cockpit and said to Wei Lao in a contemptuous tone: "Hey! Man, how long has it been since you drove on the seaside road? Do you miss the comfort of those cars and lose your temper?"

"Fuck you!" Wei Lao patted the steering wheel of the armored car, cursed silently, and then replied: "The engine of this car is older than my grandfather, and I still hope that it will not malfunction!

"

I laughed unkindly: "In that case, I will have to give birth to one, right?"

"That's the problem," Wei Laomai said angrily, "You know almost everything, but you just can't have children."

"Fuck you, damn bastard, go to hell!" I smiled and patted Wei Lao on the shoulder, then I followed Lao Lan and the others' laughter as we moved forward along the uneven road.

Suddenly, I heard bursts of gunshots.

"What's going on?" I asked urgently.

"Damn it!" Wei Lao suddenly parked the armored vehicle on the side of the road. Due to the sudden braking, the armored vehicle collided with the fragile pickup truck. We also hit our heads due to the collision.

"Fuck! What's wrong with you! Man, what's wrong!" I said angrily.

Wei Lao took off his helmet, pointed to the opposite side of the intersection in front of the bulletproof glass window and said: "It's a roadblock. Someone has set up a roadblock in front, and there are still people fighting."

It’s much more interesting now, I thought to myself. The tricks used by the looters before are still not tired. They just set up roadblocks on the main roads, then send troops to ambush, wait for passing vehicles or survivors to pass by, and finally attack suddenly

, snatching away food supplies, fuel, rice, and of course, strong men and women.

However, the Luca we met in front of us, coincidentally, they were fighting. It seemed that there was a big conflict, which made me feel itchy. The explanation is very simple, just like two tigers biting each other, you come and I go.

There are ground attackers, and as a hunter, I drive an armored vehicle and wait for them to defeat both of them.

You see, on the opposite intersection, there are still marauders lined up with vehicles, blocking the important intersection as obstacles. This is not important, our armored vehicles can easily drive these vehicles away. The key is other passing vehicles.

Vehicles have suffered. Now there is a vehicle crew who is being attacked mercilessly by predators. They do not have enough and sophisticated weapons, but they are still resisting tenaciously. It is really pitiful.

"Aren't we going to help?" Lao Lan asked, looking at the firearm I was holding tightly.

My palms were sweaty as I held the handle tightly. I turned around with a smile and replied, "Of course, we are not just helping."

Watching them fall one by one, I don't feel uncomfortable. Because both sides are fighting because the other side has survival materials. To put it bluntly, they want to snatch the other side's right to survive. And now, the mantis stalks the cicada.

, the oriole is behind. I will take advantage of their last breath to secretly smuggle their food and supplies back.

I know this isn't a good idea, but I'm not a good person either.

So I took Lao Lan with me, and the sub-bag of my tactical vest was filled with spare magazines. We followed the vehicles on the road as bunkers and slowly moved to the center of the battle.

"Very good, have you seen where they put the food?" I asked, showing my head.

"You are really a complete idiot. No one would put gold directly on the manhole cover." Lao Lan pointed to the trunks of those motorcades. "Did you see that? Their supplies might be in there."

, as long as we can reach it.”

Great, I thought to myself. If these things are really put here, then I believe the amount of these supplies will be enough for us to last for a while. In this way, it will be much easier to get the benefits.

But I still saw something different. Somehow, the number of predators was getting smaller and smaller. It seemed that they were either capturing the men and going back to work as slaves, or they were capturing the young girls.

Enjoyment. Well, as long as everyone is gone, I just need to keep some of the supplies that belong to us, and we can collect them when we are ready.

Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion from the street not far away. I turned my head to look along with the sound of the explosion, and saw a hole opened in the pile of cars, and several cars overturned in response. Then, several

A civilian carrying a weapon fled from the vehicle in a panic.

In the end, they were all knocked to the ground by bullets fired from an invisible place, and blood covered the mottled concrete floor.

I didn't pay attention to the situation behind the vehicle, but I approached the unattended vehicles and successfully approached the trunk of an SUV. But the problem was that I didn't have the car key to open it.

The trunk of this car. Otherwise? What else can I do? I can only take the risk and go to the driver's seat of the vehicle to pull out the car key.

Bullets whistled on the street not far from me from time to time, and the screams of civilians became smaller and smaller. I guessed that the looters must have killed almost all of the innocent civilians. But the number of looters was also decreasing, it seemed.

They are also "busy" with other things.

I sneakily approached the door of this blue SUV and opened it. Sure enough, I saw the car key inserted under the steering wheel. Just when I was about to pull out the key, I suddenly noticed the car.

Movement in the back seat:

It was a girl. She was hunched over tiredly. I couldn't see her face clearly because of the darkness in the car. But she was crying. The tears and red eyes made her look like a patient who had been seriously ill.

When she saw my appearance, there was only fear in her eyes. I don't know what kind of existence I am in her eyes. Maybe the convoy she was in was attacked, and her relatives and friends suffered misfortune. But at this moment, she

Everyone looks like a monster or a demon. She is so tired that it seems like I will devour her at any time.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I thought to myself, I don't want to think about anything more at this moment. I just want to quickly pull out the key and take away all the supplies in the trunk of the car.

I stretched out my index finger and shushed to show that I meant no harm. After that, I turned around and left.

Just before I left, I heard a hoarse and soft voice next to my ear. I could tell that the voice was coming from the girl in the back seat.

"Save us..." she said.

"Us?" I thought to myself. I had no intention of saving the world at this time. I just wanted to get the benefits and run away. As for who of you died, it has nothing to do with me. So, I took away the key and opened the car.

As expected, the trunk of the car was filled with some canned food, some fuel, rice and other supplies. When I was excited, I forgot Lao Lan’s reminder: that is to hide yourself.

I happily stuffed all the food and water into my backpack. At this moment, I once again saw the poor girl through the car windshield window. There seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.

How pitiful.

However, I was still stunned. I looked at her and looked at her expression, as if she had something to say to us.

Sorry, I don’t want to listen to these messy ghost stories. At this moment, I no longer have to worry about too many things. Whether it is moral choices or ruthlessness, I have tried my best to fight for my own living space.

.Then, I picked up my backpack, threw it on my shoulders, and prepared to leave.

"Help me..." The girl yelled, and the weak voice came to my ears from the broken car.

Sorry, I didn't hear it.

"Please, help me..."

I stopped, and for a moment, I hesitated. What came to my mind was not the innocent girl, but the innocent myself at that time. I once asked the world for help, but no one responded. I once asked others for help.

I asked for help, but no one was willing to help. What was waiting for me was the indifference of the world and the selfishness highlighted by everyone. At this moment, I stopped. I stopped my selfish steps, and then I turned around.

He turned his head and looked at the girl.

"Old Han! What are you doing! Those plunderers are coming soon!" Lao Lan shouted to me in a low voice as he hurriedly packed his things.

"Who's over there?"

On the other side, the looters at the street intersection had slaughtered the civilians. At this moment, they discovered our presence, and were cautiously and tentatively moving towards us.

"Old Han! It's time to go! Man!"

I ignored Lao Lan's warning, but continued to look at her, as if I was looking at my old self. So I involuntarily stepped back with my feet, stretched out my hand, wanting to touch the old days, wanting to touch the old days.

Helpless self.

"Lao Han!" Lao Lan yelled at me loudly.

"Fuck! Damn it! You idiot!" Lao Lan hurriedly threw the packed backpack aside, and then rushed towards me regardless of his own safety.

During this critical pause, I heard the sound of a gunshot. The gunshot was not mine, nor was it Lao Lan's. Just when my thoughts gradually returned to normal, I was also in a daze for this brief moment.

And paid the price.

There was a "pop" sound, and my chest was hit hard by a sudden bullet. I felt like I was hit by a hammer, so I subconsciously hid behind the car.

I got shot, I'm not kidding, I really got shot.

Frustrated, Lao Lan held a 79 submachine gun and fired a burst at the predators at the intersection not far away. The 7.62mm bullets flew out of the gun's muzzle in a crazy rotation, and the shells fell to the floor with a ping-pong spin. Those armed with cold weapons and bows and arrows

The looters never thought that we had such fierce firepower. Under Lao Lan's ruthless fire, the few looters at the front were stabbed into a hornet's nest by the warheads. The others hurriedly looked for bunkers everywhere to avoid the bullets.

Under the cover of this fierce firepower, Lao Lan successfully came to my side and was able to check my injuries.

I gasped and lowered my head to look at the place where I was shot. Fortunately, the bullet only hit the bulletproof plate inside the tactical vest and did not cause much damage to me.

"You lunatic!" Lao Lan said the first thing he said when he saw me returning to normal.

"How do I look?" I smiled wryly, mocking my current state.

"You are just like the beef jerky on the dinner plate!" Lao Lan said, reaching out his hand towards me, and I gritted my teeth and took my hand over. We finally stood up, the two of us held hands firmly, and the other

One hand was holding the weapon tightly. Under the early morning sunshine, Lao Lan and I winked at each other.

Since these predators like to cause trouble so much, we should follow suit and return the trouble to them.

So Lao Lan and I cocked the bolt of the Type 79 submachine gun with a click, and then we would start killing people.
Chapter completed!