Great, I see the target at the end of the street.

I have to say that food is very attractive to me. I am not the kind of person who just eats every meal I find. I may be used to this kind of displaced life in this almost abandoned city.

Before it gets moldy and grows grass, I have to find a place that can provide me with food and food storage for a month.

At least I didn't lose anything, and I learned from the patrol team that their food was plundered from an aid station here. As for how they plundered it, I guess it couldn't be obtained through a good conversation. Well,

It's not bad anyway. People are dying in this city all day long. The fewer people there are in the city, the more food storage there is.

Ever since I asked about the approximate location of the so-called volunteer rescue station, I rushed to the scene as soon as possible. Although it was very inconspicuous, you couldn't help but be disturbed by the movement. Whether it was me or passers-by, everyone who passed by

As you enter this section of the Central Pedestrian Street, you can hear the sounds of noise and disputes between people, just like a sudden barking of dogs in a quiet and deep alley.

And that place is still some distance away from me. I have no choice but to carry two backpacks on my back! If I want to run to that place as much as possible without saving energy, I think it is still unrealistic. After all, I haven’t drunk enough.

water.

Speaking of which, where is my bottle of mineral water?

I hid less than 200 meters away from the volunteer rescue station, and drank the mineral water stuffed in the radio bag of my vest. Then, I poked half of my head out from the trash can and peeked.

The building with the "Rescue Station" sign, the first thing that catches the eye is the large open space, well, that is a bit far-fetched, to be precise, it is a large piece of tidied grass.

But this side is different from ordinary pedestrian streets. After passing through the pedestrian street, there is an artificial river park in front. Therefore, the scenery at the end of the road and the bustling city behind will give people a strong visual impact, whether it is the neon lights of high-rise buildings on one side or the neon lights on the other.

Whether it's low wooden buildings and palm trees on one side, you have to get used to the poor layout of the city.

The rescue station is right opposite the Artificial River Park, right at the end of the pedestrian street. It's not big, but you can tell at a glance that there are often people moving there. From the cardboard boxes arranged at the door,

You can see the boxes and the wooden buildings that are emitting smoke. Come on, if you cook in a place like this, it's strange that no one comes to grab food.

If I am not wrong, another search team is forcibly plundering the supplies over there. If I am lucky enough to meet them, I will use my own way to grab my share. As for using violence, I should use violence.

If we talk to solve the problem, everyone will definitely know it clearly. Of course, I don't need to kill all the bandits, if the ammunition is enough to allow me to do so.

Looking outside the building, I saw several people wearing volunteer clothes being violently dragged out of the building by another search team. They seemed to be arguing about something, and then they were attacked by one of the search team members.

The beating looked quite miserable. I couldn't bear to face the punch directly. It would smash my fragile nose bone, or maybe spit out a few teeth?

I put my backpack in the corner near the trash can and hid it, and then only brought the melee assault ax and gun. Then, I used the garbage piles on the road and the grocery stalls and food stalls on the roadside to move forward slowly until I could

until you hear the conversation between them.

"You idiots!"

I heard several people from this search team insulting the resisting volunteers and even using their fists.

"Tell us where the food is stored, asshole!"

"We have no food... Please, don't make things difficult for us anymore..." One of the young volunteer boys said lamely. He looked like he had just been beaten by a boxer: his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his forehead was swollen.

What a poor guy!

"Before I make up my mind about you, you'd better tell me honestly, kid. Covering up like this won't do you or them any good at all!" the patrolman said while squatting in front of the volunteers.

His cunning smile.

"I don't know, man, I'm not in charge of the food! Please..."

"Enough!" the patrolman roared: "We have enough time to clean this building, and the rest of your time is determined by your attitude. Do you understand? Boy!"

I saw the patrolman take out a rusty saw, and then pointed it at the young man's arm...

The young volunteer slumped to the ground in fear, then his face turned pale, and he looked at everything that happened in front of him with a painful expression.

"I...I...I only know the person who manages the food. She is upstairs, and her name is...Mia..." The young man replied one after another, facing the patroller's sticks and fists, violently

It made him succumb. The volunteer youth finally shook out the storage location of the remaining food. He was really a weakling.

"Tsk... It's really boring. This kid started talking before I even used any means..." After the patrolman with the saw finished speaking, he spat at the young man on the ground. This then caused others to stand aside and watch the fun.

The patroller's jeers.

"What should we do with the women there? They have no ability to resist. I don't think it will be difficult to pry open their mouths." The patrolman holding a .22 pistol next to him said to the former.

"It's just a matter of time before they talk." The former said, and then he lit a wrinkled cigarette and took a deep puff. The guy added something that concerned me more:

"But before that, those girls are enough to make us comfortable for a while."

As expected, I thought to myself. At the same time, I also saw him entering the house with a few thugs. This is interesting. War makes women go away. Who knows how many girls there will be in here? If no one goes to rescue,

Eighty percent of these people will kidnap all the women inside and take them home.

But it's a pity that I saw it. And I also planned to intervene. After all, the food here cannot be without my share. Oh, God, who asked you to cook something so early in the morning and make smoke everywhere. This is better

Well, I originally hoped that they would fight each other...but I became the uninvited guest.

So I pulled the bolt of the submachine gun, opened the magazine bag, and checked the spare magazine inside. Then, I started killing people.

First, there are the two guards guarding them. They both have guns in their hands. Of course, I am very afraid that these bullets will hit my face, so I won’t have any fun. In other words, my biggest threat is the door.

These two guys, beside them were several young volunteers who were tied up, and several corpses waiting to be burned.

Corpses? I guess they were probably victims of failed resistance. They were unarmed, so they resisted rudely, and then half of their torsos were stuffed with a .22 warhead.

I used the rubbish pile to quietly come to their side, and let both of them appear in my sight at the same time. It is not difficult to kill them, and I don't want to rigidly keep a sliver of morality around me. Murder is against the law, and killing should not be done.

And so on. Come on, they are the murderers, and as a citizen, why shouldn't I use Oxfam Justice?

So I fired, and bullets were inserted into their torsos and below the waist. Without body armor and protective equipment, even a slingshot could kill them. After they fell, I

There is no time to change the magazine, and there are probably only a dozen bullets in it, but these are actually enough.

"The gate is safe..." I looked around, ignoring the volunteers' looks for help, and hid directly behind the tree trunk next to the door. The reason for this was simple. The gunfire just now would attract people inside the house.

Those guys, I must have disturbed their "work" right now. Maybe they were just about to take off their pants?

Sure enough, a patrolman walked out with a baseball bat without even having time to unzip his pants. When he saw the corpse of his companion, the next second he became one of the corpses. I was completely incapable of dealing with these people.

Show no mercy.

I just want other people in the room to notice me so that I can give them the "someone is coming" message.

But they seemed afraid to come out. I could hear the sound of them moving tables and chairs. They seemed to know that I had firearms and enough ammunition. Maybe they were making a last-ditch struggle for fear of my sudden attack? Don't be kidding, these

People are not law-abiding guys, at least not now, and what each of us does is not clean. At least they are much more excessive than me.

Or maybe they are stalling for time?

With a "click", I replaced the 79 submachine gun with a magazine, and also searched all the magazines of the two pistols at the door. Now I no longer had to worry about the amount of ammunition, and I also re-examined the magazine.

Looking at the environment here, since they are ready to fight to the death, and are waiting for me to step into the door and step into the trap they have set. It means that these people are indeed afraid of uninvited guests like me who have firearms. Fear is a good thing

, but having a brain is another matter.

"Lock the door! Don't let that guy outside come in!"

I heard someone in the room say this.

"But why should we be afraid of him? There is only one of him!" another person questioned.

"Jesus, didn't you hear he had a gun? That's a banned, fully automatic weapon! Damn!"

After hearing this, I can basically understand that the danger these people pose to me has been minimized. Because they probably don’t have any other firearms, and they probably only have crowbars, wooden clubs, knives and the like. As long as they don’t

Hit me in the head and everything else is easy.

"Hey, man..." I came to the young volunteers who were tied in a circle and said to one of them who was in good spirits: "Is there a place here where I can climb to the second floor window sill?"

"Yes...if you can help untie the rope..." He looked at my gun and replied timidly.

If we really want to negotiate terms, I thought to myself, these young people should leave their resistance to attract them at the main entrance. So I untied the rope, handed them the two .22 pistols and magazines in front of the door, and asked them to

Go to the gate to take revenge.

"There is a truck behind the house, and you can climb through the truck to the second floor window sill..." he said.

These people were holding wooden sticks and water pipes on the ground in their hands. They were all planning to return to the house to save their classmates. They were so energetic. I thought they would run away after saving them. Unexpectedly, they were quite responsible.

, but I am different. Good intentions often lead to no reward. It is just an opportunity for me to save them. I just want to find the woman named "Mia" and find out the whereabouts of the remaining food.

I turned around and ran to the truck parking lot at the back of the compound. Following the shelf, I climbed onto the truck bed smoothly, and then carefully climbed onto the second-floor window sill of the building.

When I settled down, the guys downstairs started fighting with each other. Fights are inevitably bloody, especially group fights. The difference is that the volunteer youths have guns, and they go crazy downstairs without reservation.

The sound of the .22 gunshot echoed near the stairs, but it was already very quiet when it reached my ears.

Next, it was easy to attack them in the opposite direction. I held the gun and searched each house. When I encountered something stuck or locked, I used my assault ax to pry it open. I didn't have time to encounter these patrollers.

No matter what the moral bottom line is, just shoot and kill. Anyway, I don’t want the police to come to trouble me.

"Pong!"

I kicked open the door of the last room and saw several girls tied to the table and the patrol leader huddled on the edge of the bed. Maybe he was the leader of this patrol group. However,

That is no longer important, the next second...

The next second he rushed towards me with the rusty saw, so fast that I had no time to aim and pull the trigger. I admit that the first thing I saw was the girls with their pants taken off, so that

I let my guard down, and when the patrol leader rushed towards me, it was already too late for me to raise my gun.

He cut the vest on my chest and left a deep mark on the front panel of the vest. I frowned and saw him looking straight at my chest. I felt relieved. After all, I had

It's a secondary bulletproof plate made of steel, but it's something that these cold weapons can't penetrate.

I kicked him away, and then I took out my assault ax. I fired first with my left hand and knocked the weapon in his hand to the ground. I held the ax in my right hand and threw it towards the opponent's abdomen. This time I

The ax was not lost, the bladed end was deeply inserted into his abdomen, and all I had to do was to pull it out.

Looking at his painful expression, I had no mercy. If I had been a step later, these girls would have suffered.

So, facing the girls who had not pulled up their pants, they were both grateful and shy. In order to alleviate the embarrassing situation and the purpose of my trip, I finally spoke:
Chapter completed!