Luo Shu and the others stepped into the courtyard, looking at the crowd before them. They seemed vaguely familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere before.
"Oh... Little Fatty?" The group of people also seemed surprised to see Luo Shu.
After all, this little fatty had a face full of good fortune and always looked cheerful, even in the apocalypse.
Yet, every time he appeared, he was holding a blood-stained cleaver, which created a stark visual contrast.
Therefore, many people who had crossed paths with Luo Shu in the neighborhood at the time remembered him.
"You are..." Luo Shu's feeling was subtle.
"We were from the same neighborhood! Many people heard the broadcast and have gone to the Luocheng Base!" They surrounded him.
Qin Mingyang, standing beside them, was not happy. His expression had turned somber.
No matter where he went, he was always the center of attention. He rarely found himself being ignored like this.
"Go, bring out some food," he ordered with a wave of his hand. He still needed to maintain his dignity.
The Qin family was always wealthy and influential; how could they be looked down upon by others!
When the soldiers with storage space brought out a pile of seemingly excellent food,
The crowd fell silent for a second.
Then, the others smiled kindly, "Thank you, no need. We have plenty of good food here. Would you like to have some!"
Qin Mingyang was dumbfounded. How could this be? His food already contained many supplies that were impossible to find now, yet these people didn't even bat an eye?
He curiously leaned closer to take a look. He saw many fruit cans, high-protein cereal bars, beef jerky, and even ham in their bags...
How... how was this possible!
Where did these people get all this from...
He glanced gloomily at the people laughing and chatting, found an unoccupied room, and stated, "We'll go rest first," before leading his people inside.
"Bang!" He slammed the table.
From this morning, things had been going unremarkably smoothly.
First, he had tried to coerce and entice Chen Xiaolin in the car, but the other party feigned ignorance. He showed no intention of revealing the truth about the weapons or Luo Xiaole.
This made him feel somewhat troublesome.
Then, the first time he had been looked down upon upon arriving here.
He harbored a suppressed rage.
After a while, he said darkly, "Call Zhu Hui in."
...
By the reed marsh.
Luo Xiaole tried to recall the angle and force of Mo Chen's attack not long ago.
She emulated Mo Chen, bending her arm at an angle that allowed for leverage, and with a flick of her wrist, threw again in the direction he indicated.
"Ah!"
One of the burly men fleeing in panic ahead instantly fell.
"Alert, alert!" The remaining few people screamed and rushed into the villa.
"Not bad." Mo Chen, observing Luo Xiaole's point of force, showed a satisfied smile.
Luo Xiaole was unexpectedly talented in combat.
"Get out of the car." Zhou Shoushan, in the car, realized the seriousness of the situation and ordered the fully armed soldiers out with him.
The villa looked impressive, but when the burly men rushed in, Zhou Shoushan caught a glimpse of the machine guns mounted in the rooms.
These were military-grade machine guns, the common models used by the Luocheng Base guards!
How could the people in this villa possess weapons of the Luocheng guards?
"You beasts, get away, get away! Don't touch me..." At this moment, a desperate cry of fury also echoed from the upper floors of the villa.
Luo Xiaole was startled and looked up. She saw a young woman's figure at the second-floor window, being cornered by people into another part of the room...
"Da da da"
At the same time, the door of the small villa opened again. The men from before, now equipped with new firearms, rushed out.
"Commander, please step back. You be careful." Luo Xiaole tightly secured her clothes and mask, preparing for anything.
She then stepped forward, shielding Zhou Shoushan, her face filled with vigilance.
"Damn it, who dares to meddle in our business! You're tired of living!" The men, carrying machine guns, rapidly advanced.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Several bullets flew mercilessly.
Zhou Shoushan's pupils dilated.
But the bullets, which instantly pierced through Luo Xiaole and Mo Chen's bodies, seemed to be absorbed by something, as not a single drop of blood appeared...
Not even body armor could achieve such an effect!
"Damn it, what's going on! Are we seeing ghosts!" The men's hearts pounded. "Fire! Fire all your bullets at them!"
A hail of bullets rained down again!
The bullets hit Luo Xiaole and Mo Chen, but they all seemed to disappear without a trace...
Luo Xiaole looked up and met Mo Chen's gaze.
She hurled the fruit knife in her hand fiercely towards the men.
The sharp small knife split one of their machine guns in half!
Then, it passed through the man's body and embedded in the ground with a "bang."
"Wh-what's happening..." The other two saw this and their legs began to tremble.
At this moment, a ghostly figure lunged from the side, tapping one of the men on the shoulder.
"Ghost... ghost!" The man screamed and wildly swept his machine gun around.
His companion instantly fell into a pool of blood, riddled with bullet holes...
He was finally put out of his misery by a sharp dagger.
Mo Chen retracted his blade.
Blood beads from the man's neck then dripped to the ground...
Zhou Shoushan finally breathed a sigh of relief and cast a look of admiration at the two.
Their actions were indeed swift and clean.
Luo Xiaole, however, didn't stop. She ran quickly towards the upstairs of the villa.
Mo Chen instantly followed.
Zhou Shoushan retrieved another gun from the trunk and ordered his soldiers to guard the area.
He also strode forward, quickly following Mo Chen and the others upstairs.
By the time he reached the room, the fight inside had already concluded.
On the floor lay several burly men with tattoos, many of whom had been hit by friendly fire, their bodies riddled with bullet holes...
A young girl, covered in bruises and wounds, lay naked and curled up in a corner, her despairing face streaked with tears.
The room reeked of smoke and an indescribable odor of sweat, with items scattered chaotically on the floor...
Luo Xiaole, fresh from the battle, had a smear of blood on her face.
This added a somewhat terrifying aura to her petite frame.
She casually grabbed her sleeve and wiped her face, then hurried towards the window.
She had clearly seen someone escaping towards the window just now!
However, as she leaned out, "Thud," the person below had already landed.
The person then turned and fired a shot at her.
The bullet flew directly towards her eyes!
It was then blocked by her goggles, sliding harmlessly to the ground...
The men fled frantically, directly into their car parked in the outer courtyard.
The driver slammed on the accelerator, and the car wobbled away erratically...
Luo Xiaole, unwilling to give up, leaned out of the window. The fruit knife in her hand spun as she intended to slash at the car's tires.
But then, she suddenly saw a familiar face in the back seat.
It was... the long-lost Wang Hao...!
Wang Hao adjusted his glasses and poked his head out to look at Luo Xiaole.
His eyes were filled with a profound sense of unwillingness and malice.