Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Lin Feng, we are almost at Huanghai Port, but the sea ahead is frozen. Our ship can't sail through?"

After a long time, Bai Miaoshui drove the battleship to a place not far from Huanghai Port, but he could not go back because the port was frozen.

"Small problem, I'll go out and pack the ice, and I'll leave the rest to you."

Lin Feng got up to load ice. After the upper layer of ice was loaded, the battleship could continue to sail.

After about twenty minutes, the battleship safely entered the Yellow Sea Port. A group of people got off the ship one after another, and their mood instantly relaxed a lot.

"Let's go, drive home and prepare for the next move."

After collecting the boat and releasing the car, the group of people finally drove home.

There was no trouble along the way until they arrived not far from Xishan Villa. Suddenly, a huge stone pillar fell from the sky and almost hit Lin Feng's car.

"Fuck, are you being robbed? Who gave you the courage to dare to do such a thing? Fish Leong is not as brave as you guys, and you dare to rob me, Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng slammed on the brakes and got out of the car to check the situation.

I saw an iron chain tied to the boulder, and a pulley was connected to the chain. It was obvious that this stone pillar was placed here intentionally by someone.

"This mountain is mine, this road is mine. If you want to pass through here, you have to leave money for passage. We don't want much, just food, fuel, cold medicine, whatever."

Lin Feng hadn't entered the Xishan Villa yet, but the road ahead was blocked by a first-level psychic on the upper floor, which made Lin Feng very angry.

What if you hit my beloved car? Even if you smash the house, you won’t be able to compensate in the current situation.

"Zhao Jun, take care of it. We'll have to pass by here often in the future, and you can't ask me to spend money to take care of it every time I pass by, right?"

Lin Feng used his spatial perception to take a quick look and saw more than twenty ordinary people, led by a first-level psychic. There was no need for him to deal with them himself in this situation.

"Okay, leave it to me. I'm familiar with this task."

The Zhao army led millions of troops and thousands of horses to get off the car in a mighty manner to solve the obstacles. These people look pitiful, but in fact they are not pitiful at all.

The person they met today is the tough guy Lin Feng, and they will be beaten to death.

What if an ordinary person passed by? Wouldn't he be beaten to death by them?

The last thing needed after the end of the world is compassion. If anyone is too compassionate, he will be the one to die.

Zhao Jun kicked open the iron door of the unit downstairs and then entered the building.

At this moment, an old lady was standing in front of a brazier, using sharpened chopsticks to pick up a sausage. They were grilling the sausage and eating it.

"Huo, what's that smell? It smells so bad, is it rice sausage? As expected, you are also cruel and murderous people. It seems that I should restrain my sympathy."

Zhao Jun recognized at a glance that this thing was not starch sausage at all, and the little kindness that remained in his heart disappeared.

The old lady was also a sharp-eyed person. She recognized that Zhao Jun was a level 2 psychic and that her son was no match for him.

She immediately knelt down in front of Zhao Jun, tears streaming down her face, grasping his trouser legs, and cried:

"Uncle, can you please spare our lives? I have been hungry for a year, and I have been eating starch sausages that cost 40,000 yuan a piece for a month. My house is gone, and my family is bankrupt. Now we finally have free sausages, but you insist that it is black technology. Don't we know whether it is black technology? This sausage is free, and the sausage seller doesn't make any money at all. Everyone has hunger sometimes? Can you guarantee that you will never be hungry in this life?"

The old lady tearfully told Zhao Jun about her misfortune. Everyone present was a miserable person. She had spent all her money eating starch sausages worth 40,000 yuan a piece in a month. Now what else could she eat besides the free meat sausages?

At that moment, the atmosphere in the room was very heavy. The remaining twenty or so people gathered around the wall, wearing masks and coughing from time to time.

They also know that they have hit a wall today. What else can they do now except explain the situation and strive for leniency?

Zhao Jun took a look at the situation in the house. At this moment, a group of people were gathered around a brazier to keep warm. The temperature in the house was more than ten degrees below zero. They could only put on all the clothes they could find, huddle together, and snuggle up to each other to keep a little warm.

"I see it's not easy for you guys either. Hand over that first-level psychic and stop blocking the road here in the future."

All Zhao Jun can do now is to let go ordinary people who have nothing to do with him. If he can avoid killing people, he should do some insignificant good deeds.

"You took my son away, and we all have to wait for death. I don't want to die, we just want to live. Okay? Huh?"

After listening to the old lady's words, everyone in the room started to cry at that moment. Even in the current environment with such scarce supplies, they still wanted to survive.

Not wanting to die is the primitive instinct of every living person. They just want to live. What crime have they committed?

"Put up the roadblock. You won't be able to mess with us if you leave Xishan Villa. I still have a few starch sausages. You can keep them for yourself, Auntie."

Zhao Jun finally didn't have the heart to do it, and the millions of soldiers behind him also took out chicken legs, instant noodles, etc. from their pockets. They only had one first-level psychic, so let them go, it wasn't easy for them either.

"Thank you. We will move out now and will never leave Xishan Villa again."

After hearing what Zhao Jun said, the old lady in the lead immediately wiped her tears, put her starch sausage in her pocket and prepared to leave.

Zhao Jun looked at the sausage curiously and asked doubtfully:

"You said the sausage seller doesn't make money? Then why does he give you sausages?"

Zhao Jun also began to feel curious. It was the end of the world, so how could there still be people doing business?

A group of people looked at each other, and no one spoke.

If this black underground industrial chain is broken, they will not even be able to eat the anti-human Hextech black technology sausages in the future.

It would be better to be beaten to death now than to starve to death or freeze to death.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, then I won't ask. We're leaving, and you should stay away from Xishan Villa."

The Zhao army turned around and left, and the roadblock was pulled away by them so that it no longer blocked the road.

Lin Feng had spatial perception and confirmed that Zhao Jun and his men did not attack this group of people. He shook his head slightly.

In the end times, no one can be trusted except the comrades who have shared life and death with you. It seems that you are not as ruthless as me, Lin Feng.

"Let's go. I hope they will learn their lesson and not play Farmer and Snake."

After Zhao Jun and the others got in the car, Lin Feng didn't ask any questions. He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards home.

"Husband, are you back?"

"I'm glad you're back. I'm relieved that you're okay."

"Dad! Hug!"

As soon as I got home, Xiao Lin Xue ran over to me and asked for a hug.

"Hey! Lin Xue is so good! Is she obedient at home?"

Lin Feng picked up his eldest daughter. After not seeing her for a few days, the little girl's hair had grown a lot longer and she had gained several pounds.

"Lin Xue is the best! Lin Xue can even braid her hair!"

As she spoke, Lin Xue picked up her pigtails and showed them to Lin Feng.

I have to say, braiding hair is something a little girl should learn.