Returning to the end of the world before the natural disaster, I emptied the world of supplies

Not sure whether Zhou Wei could see him in the darkness, Wang Jin still turned around and gestured to him with an OK sign, and then walked quietly to the fire door on the 32nd floor.

But he soon realized something was wrong:

The footsteps downstairs were too thick and messy, and it was obvious that there were many people coming, and almost all of them were men.

Wang Jin frowned: According to the original plan, there should not be so many people calling downstairs for my sister Wang Jiamei.

But despite thinking this, he still carefully stretched his head out and vaguely saw the light of a flashlight appearing in the corridor.

Within two seconds, a dark, fat man with a medium build and a sinister face appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Behind him, headed by a fierce man with a flashlight and a machete in his hand and a scar on his face, followed a group of people aggressively.

Among those people, there were young men wearing black work clothes, and there were also middle-aged men wearing regular life clothes.

What was even more surprising to him was that his sister Wang Jiamei walked last with fresh blood stains on her mouth and a look of despair.

"Biao, brother Biao."

A trace of fear flashed in Wang Jin's eyes, and the remaining excitement and joy in his heart disappeared instantly, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a flattering expression:

"Brother Biao, what kind of wind brings you here!"

His voice was obviously much louder when he said the next sentence.

Ma Longbiao gave him a meaningful look, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

On the other hand, the scarred man next to him twitched the muscles on his lips and sneered maliciously.

Zhou Wei, who was about to open the last marble over there, pointed his fingers, hurriedly took back the wire in his hand and put it into his bag, and then walked quickly towards the door of his house.

Only halfway through, Ma Longbiao and his group had already reached the fire door.

Everyone was silent, as if waiting for his order.

"Brother Biao." Zhou Wei bent down and shouted in a low voice, but glanced at the group of people behind him from the corner of his eye.

Unfortunately, the light was very dim and Wang Jiamei walked at the end of the team.

At this moment, only one fire door was open, and he saw nothing.

Ma Longbiao paused at the fire door, glanced at 3201 with a fierce look, then at 3204, and then lowered his voice and said: "Come into the room and say it!"

"it is good."

Zhou Wei glanced at Wang Jin, who had a pained expression and secretly winked at him with wild hints, hesitated for a second, and finally led everyone towards the door of his house.

A group of people filed into the house, filling the originally empty living room and dining room areas.

There was a "bang" on the door, and the young man who came in last gently closed it and locked it with a "click".

The young man who closed the door did not follow the others into the house, but stood behind the door in a well-trained manner, staring fixedly at the peephole.

Ma Longbiao glanced around the room, followed the scarred man's flashlight, and paused in the corner of the living room near the second bedroom.

In the corner, the thin and frail Wen Wanli looked like she was seeing a demon, her eyes full of fear and her body trembling like a sieve.

She bowed her waist slightly, stretched out her scarred hands, and held the small Zhou Haoyue tightly in her arms.

Zhou Haoyue buried his head in her arms.

Because her back was turned to everyone, she could not clearly see the scene at the moment, but she could hear the messy footsteps, and her little body was trembling slightly at the moment.

Zhou Wei finally saw his wife Wang Jiamei, who was cowering in the crowd with a wound on the corner of her mouth. Angry blood rushed straight to Tianling Gai from the soles of her feet.

He took a deep breath, clenched his molars to hold back his inner impulse, took a relatively tall stool from the side and placed it behind Ma Longbiao:

"Brother Biao, please sit down."

Ma Longbiao gave him a cold look and sat down.

A young man in black overalls next to him had already taken out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, shook it, and then handed it to him respectfully.

Ma Longbiao casually took out a cigarette from it, and the young man immediately took out a lighter and helped him light the cigarette. He put the cigarette to his mouth and took a slow drag, his cold eyes fixed on Zhou Wei who was hanging his head slightly.

The scarred man on the side followed Ma Longbiao's gaze, held up a flashlight to shine on Zhou Wei's face, and pulled up the corners of his mouth with malicious intent.

Others stood silently and calmly.

The room suddenly fell into silence like a scene of criticism, except for the sound of heavy rain coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Aunt, are they gone?" Zhou Haoyue, who was hiding in Wen Wanli's arms over there, sniffed and asked cautiously while crying.

She wanted to turn around and look back, but Wen Wanli held her in her arms.

Hearing her voice, a trace of displeasure appeared in the eyes of Ma Longbiao, who was smoking in deep thought.

He took a heavy drag on the cigarette, then raised his chin forward and said, "Huh?"

The few people wearing black work clothes around him understood immediately and took out a few stained rags from their trouser pockets.

At the same time, several other people in black work clothes had already stepped forward in pairs and controlled Wang Jin, Wang Jiamei, Wen Wanli, and Zhou Haoyue.

Before they could scream, the rags in those people's hands had been balled up and stuffed into their mouths.

"do not want!"

"No no no!"

"Help!"

"No no no!"

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The group of middle-aged men in ordinary clothes following the scarred man saw this, their pupils shrank, and their eyes were filled with fear.

When Wang Jiamei saw that her daughter was also stuffed with rags, her body struggled and whimpered to resist, the person next to her slapped her with "Pah!"

The slap was so hard, and it happened to be near her eyes and temples. Wang Jiamei's eyes were in a daze for a moment.

Seeing this scene, all the veins on Zhou Wei's forehead swelled up.

But his back molars were about to be crushed in an instant, so he did not choose to resist. Instead, his burly body knelt down in front of Ma Longbiao with a "pop!"

"Brother Biao, I was wrong! It was all my idea, please let my family go!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

They did not beg for mercy, but their eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair.

"Brother Biao, they are coming up." The young man who was guarding the cat's eye walked over quickly and whispered.

Ma Longbiao didn't even raise his eyelids: "Let them come in."

The door creaked open and clicked softly shut.

A young man in black clothes walked in with a middle-aged couple with distracted eyes.

There were blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

There was no rag stuffed in the mouth, but neither of them said a word.

He also staggered when he walked.

"Brother Biao, according to your instructions, I kept them both and took care of the rest." The young man walked closer and reported in a low voice.

Zhou Wei's pupils shrank when he heard these words, and he shuddered all over.

Ma Longbiao didn't speak, but looked at Zhou Wei and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhou Wei, who was kneeling, didn't know why, and stretched out his hands with palms facing upward.