Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

Her actions made Zhao Peng anxious.

He and Yao Chengxu's hands were tightly tied behind their backs with a hemp rope, and they couldn't touch the dagger in their pockets. They could only rub the hemp rope with the young and middle-aged man on their backs, trying to break free.

Yao Chengwei cooperated with him silently, even though the bones and skin of his wrist were in pain, the expression on his face was still firm.

While they were grinding the hemp rope, the young and middle-aged man asked someone to pick up the two guns kicked in the middle, made sure that Chi Yue and Wen Qizhou hadn't moved, and shouted at the remaining five people.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Moving supplies!"

Seeing them move, he stared fiercely at Wen Qizhou who killed his elder brother: "You, kneel down for my elder brother!"

"Kneel down!" Yao Chengwei, who seldom swears, breathed out his mouth, and was busy breaking free from the hemp rope, his face flushed.

The young and middle-aged man said angrily: "You are courting death!"

He pointed his gun at Yao Chengwei, and was about to teach him a lesson when a bullet pierced through the snow and hit his hand holding the gun.

Gunshots and screams stimulated the eardrums.

Zhao Peng, whose ears were buzzing, picked up the pistol that fell behind him, aimed at the young man's calf and pulled the trigger.

The young and middle-aged man who was shot twice in a row fell to the ground and howled, the blood gushing from his wrist left glaring marks on the snow.

The fear of death struck.

He clutched his wrist, and commanded in a trembling voice to the man who picked up the gun just now: "Fourth, kill them!"

The fourth child, who was hiding behind the car door, looked at Chi Yue who had pulled out another pistol at some point, and pulled the trigger tremblingly.

There was a soft "click", and the unresponsive pistol made him feel bad, and he buckled it twice without giving up. After confirming that there was no bullet in it, he dropped the gun and prepared to run.

Chi Yue didn't give him a chance.

Seeing this, the other four people dropped the supplies in their hands one after another, and rushed towards the two cars they drove like the wind.

Zhao Peng, who had already broken free from the hemp rope, hit the two people running behind with a bang, while Yao Chengwei took out a dagger, approached the unwilling young man, and killed him with one blow.

The only remaining man sat in the driver's seat, and before he had time to step on the accelerator, a bullet sank into his temple.

The robbery gang was wiped out.

They picked up two pistols and a shotgun, pumped out the gasoline in the hijacker's car, and pocketed ten catties of rice, two Huazi, a bag of sweet potatoes, and a box of ammunition they found in the trunk, and faced the blowing wind Snow returns to base.

Driving to the downstairs of the mansion, they worked together to move the supplies to the fourth floor and divided them equally. Thinking that Yao Chengwei had run out of bullets from the shooting gallery, Chi Yue gave them the bullets and pistols from the robbers, and took them away himself. that shotgun.

"Your hands are bleeding?" Wen Qizhou glanced at their sleeve-wrapped wrists and asked with concern.

"No, it's just blue." Because of the elastic band around the cuff, their wrists never directly touched the hemp rope.

Zhao Peng rolled up his sleeves and showed them a look.

Seeing the bruises around his wrist, Chi Yue picked up the supplies and asked, "Do you have medicinal wine?"

"It seems to have."

"Then you should apply a cold compress first, and then rub it with medicinal wine after applying it, so that it will heal faster."

"Row."

They went back to their respective homes. Chi Yue and Wen Qizhou shook off the snow outside the door, walked into the bedroom and turned on the air conditioner.

The hot air from the air conditioner dispelled the chill that permeated the surroundings. They took off their down jackets and sat down to eat lunch.

Wen Qizhou talked about the robbers who were wiped out, and said seriously: "Yueyue, we have to be more careful in the future."

The robbery gang I met today had three more people than them, and they only had two guns. It would not be difficult to escape unscathed.

But he is well versed in the truth of others.

They have no problem against ordinary people, but if they face professional players who have guns and practice martial arts, Sanda or boxing since childhood, their skills are not enough.

Even if they can run to a place where no one is around and hide for a while, what if those people are squatting nearby?They will inevitably run into each other when it is impossible to teleport.

Chi Yue understood what he meant.

She responded softly: "If we encounter a gang with a large number of people, we will avoid it if we can, and try not to confront them."

"Yeah." He picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of sauerkraut fish into her bowl: "You need to practice your marksmanship again."

"...I feel like I'm not that material."

Chi Yue was better at close combat.

Since they bought back the weapons, she has been practicing marksmanship in space a lot, but her accuracy is still inferior to Wen Qizhou.

"Don't be discouraged." He raised his arm slightly, stroking the top of Chi Yue's hair: "If we practice more, we will definitely improve."

She looked into those pupils, caught the encouragement and tenderness in his eyes, and nodded without being discouraged.

Since then, they have practiced frequently.

Sometimes when she gets tired of looking at human figures, Wen Qizhou will sit with her on the tatami by the window and look at the snow scene outside the window.

He put his arms around Chi Yue who was leaning in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you going downstairs for a walk today?"

The extreme cold is long, and they are worried that they will have to go out, so they often go downstairs for a walk to let their bodies adapt to the cold and stay outside for a longer time.

Chi Yue responded: "Yes." She glanced through the glass window at Area C, which she had never set foot in before: "Shall we go there for a stroll?"

"Okay." They put on their clothes and went out.

Area B and Area C are not far apart, and within a 15-minute walk, you can see four adjacent buildings at a glance.

The buildings are all eight stories high, the outer walls are painted with a layer of white paint, and the entrance door is made of stainless steel, which looks a little crude.

They walked around a fountain, stepped on the snow, and walked to the entrance door where a group of people had gathered, and suddenly saw eight stretchers.

A dead body lay on each wooden stretcher.

There was a cushion next to the corpse, and on the cushion were kneeling family members wearing white scarves, crying and cursing angrily.

A stooped old lady said: "My old man is too miserable! When he was alive, he was not even covered with a thick quilt, and he has no safe place to live in when he is dead!"

As soon as she started, the remaining family members also told the crowd of onlookers their suffering and the injustice of the base.

The management of burying the injustice does not provide free accommodation, does not distribute thick quilts and down jackets, and does not allow family members to be buried in the base.

Some people agree with it, and some people don't agree with it.

"What's the fuss?" An indifferent male voice suddenly broke their argument.

The visitor was wearing a long unzipped down jacket, suit trousers, and a pair of leather shoes.

Chi Yue recognized him as Yuyu's man through the memorable pair of leather shoes and his pretentious demeanor.

She glanced at the person next to him, who looked a bit like a service center employee, and nudged Wen Qizhou with her elbow.

When Wen Qizhou bent down, she whispered in his ear, "He should be the son of some high-level person."

She refers to men who are "too dressed up".

Wen Qizhou nodded: "I guessed it."