"He has a gun!"

I have to say, this is the second best thing I encountered this morning. After I can get new clothes without paying for it, I can encounter a walking food supply station when I go out.

Luck? Look at these uninvited guests. One second they were so aggressive that some of them even wanted to chop me up with knives. The next second they gave in because I had two guns in my hand. But I am different.

My position is always so firm. Of course, I mean food and drinking water are priority. So every time I glance at the backpacks behind them, I feel that these people are like air.

In other words: I am interested in what is behind them.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Relax, guys!" I grinned and said to the group in front of me, while not forgetting to point the gun at each of their heads. Come on, it's me who has the final say now. If not

There is something wrong with the way this group of people think. I can only describe the group of people in front of me as blind.

If their backpacks weren't as bulging as mine, maybe I would consider running away.

"Damn it, this bastard..."

"I heard it!" I laughed at the speaker in the group, and then I pointed the gun at his head, "This is not a gun, relax, I'm just a prop."

This time my jokes couldn't make them laugh anymore.

So I grinned and added: "Don't act rashly, this is a necessary tool for us to negotiate terms!"

The leader moved a little, swallowed, and asked, "What do you want?"

"What do you think I need?" I raised my gun and looked at him proudly.

"We have food, water... and..." He was anxious to please me, and that was right. I thought to myself, no matter what, I must benefit from these people.

"No, no, no, that's not the case." I shook my head pretending to be angry, then took the .22 pistol on my left hand and pointed the muzzle at the man who laughed at me before. "I mean...you guys

Where did you get so much food that your backpack bulged more than an inflated balloon?"

They glanced at each other, as if they wanted to run away. Or they were thinking about something, but at the moment, they were not that afraid of me. At least in my opinion, they didn't "respect" these two people at all.

Character.

"We have nothing else to give you...please, don't shoot..."

So I fired and made a small hole in the man's leg with my pistol. Although this pistol was a pistol from a shooting range and not very powerful, it was more than enough to injure a person.

I watched the man whose leg I injured gritting his teeth and grinning as he fell to the ground in pain, as if he had been accidentally hit by a bicycle and sat down on the ground. The contents of the backpack behind him also fell to the ground because of the pain.

The collision made a sound, and it seemed that there wasn't that much stuff inside.

"Are you listening to me attentively, guys?" After injuring one of them, I still didn't change my expression. "Or did I say what I just said wasn't loud enough? Please! I didn't let you go."

"You've gone too far!" The woman before was so frightened that she burst into tears. She pointed the weapon at me and cursed me fiercely.

I don't think so, but what else? I just said something that I didn't want to say, and I don't want to take the soft one or the hard one. I'm not the first person to want to take action. If they hadn't laughed at me collectively, I would have planned to escape.

, I even thought about the escape route.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Relax, relax, ladies," I taunted her maliciously, and then my taunting tone gradually turned angry: "Maybe you misunderstood what I meant, I didn't say it verbally.

I want to steal your food. Do you understand? I want you to tell me where this food comes from! Damn it!"

I saw them eager to turn around and run away. Seeing such a scene, I couldn't possibly fire a few more shots to kill them all. Then I would really become a robber. However, our conversation is not going well at the moment.

It seemed that he was in a hurry, or that he had just finished his work and returned victoriously. If I hadn't heard the burst of gunfire, I wouldn't have hit these people.

But they just didn't speak, and the few people behind started to make little moves. In my eyes, this kind of thing is like the teacher on the platform watching the students below playing with their mobile phones.

"Don't move!" I reminded them loudly again.

Warnings often have no good effect, I know this, and their actions were very obvious. When I saw a man behind me trying to take something out of his trousers, I subconsciously thought

I was convinced that what he pulled out must be a weapon.

Sure enough, he quickly pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and then tried to point the gun in my direction, but unfortunately he missed. The reason is that I took the shot first. Don't forget that I was always aiming.

The most important thing is that I didn't miss, and the shot was fired with a 7.62 submachine gun bullet. The bullet penetrated his side shoulder and probably shattered his shoulder blade.

The man let go of the gun, and both the gun and the man fell to the ground.

"I repeat, don't move!"

The group of people across from me were all sweating coldly. They all lowered their heads and looked at the man who tried to attack me and screamed in pain on the ground. They were all frightened at this moment. Maybe they were just ordinary passers-by, but my problem

It has not been resolved yet. Who told me to hear the gunshot just now?

"Tell me! Is the gunfire just now related to you? Where did you get the food before?" I raised the gun and roared against one of the people's heads.

"We...we were just passing by the street. I used to work for a logistics company, but now..."

"Don't change the topic!" I put the gun to his head again and touched my index finger on the trigger.

He was frightened, his eyes were fixed on the dark muzzle of my gun, his face was extremely ugly, and he even broke out in a cold sweat. I was surprised that someone could still sweat in the cold weather, and he was so sweaty.

There seems to be beads of cold sweat on everyone's face. Who knows? Maybe it's the food he just grabbed from other places, and maybe it's the sweat he produced after consuming a year of exercise.

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"We...our food was...robbed..." He answered my questions one after another, and stuttered seriously, as if there was a stone in his mouth. His tone made me sound very unhappy.

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"Where did you steal it from?" I asked.

"Here, on the other side of the street, there is a volunteer aid station. They have a lot of food, so we divided into two groups and took turns grabbing their food."

Volunteer aid station? This caught my attention, so that’s where the gunshots just came from? I thought to myself, if so, the volunteers over there would be in big trouble.

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"Where's your other group?" I pressed the gun against his forehead and asked again.

"Still...still over there..." He frowned, then swallowed, and seeing my half angry and half confused look, he added: "We...we never thought about it.

Hurt them..."

"No, you think very carefully, it was just now, but it is not now."

So, I happily knocked him out and pulled his backpack onto my shoulders in front of the group of people.

I clapped my hands with satisfaction, smiled at them, nodded, and said, "You can go."

Seeing them behaving erratically, you look at me, I look at you, maybe in their eyes I look like a weirdo. But I am such a person, I will stop when I see something good, and I will stop when I get the necessary information.

"Let's go! I'm not stopping you." I pointed my gun at the street intersection opposite, urging these people to get out of my sight.

Then, the group of people circled back to the intersection in disgrace, and ran out of the pedestrian street in the opposite direction. Looking at the vigilance of this group of people, it seemed that they had indeed done something unscrupulous, either killing people or violently injuring others.

Things like that, otherwise in this situation, how could anyone honestly give food to other strangers? Such people are probably fools.

I put my hands on my hips and looked at another street intersection, thinking about the words "Volunteer Aid Station" just now.

Very good, this place has once again aroused my curiosity. It must have taken a lot of time from the sound of gunfire just now to the time when this group of people left. I still have this opportunity to join in the fun.
Chapter completed!