To stock up on goods in the apocalypse, I evacuated tens of billions of warehouses

Today is the third day of the apocalypse. Although the entire city has begun to lose power and water, the network has not been cut off, but the signal is not very good.

Due to the heavy snow, not many people were online in the mobile game. After Muxuan logged into the game, she had to wait several minutes for a match.

It was not easy to match, but because the network was not very good, I couldn't move for a long time.

Although she is usually a cold beauty and rarely yells or curses loudly, but that is based on the premise that the world is normal. At this time, she doesn't care about her image and just lets herself go.

"What a piece of rubbish. It can't be moved for a long time."

After tinkering for a long time, she was finally able to kill people normally, but she got stuck on the timing of releasing the skill.

At this time, Liu Yidao's younger brothers outside the door had already come to the door.

When they saw that the door lock of Muxuan's house was broken, they thought they could just rush in and deal with Muxuan, but when they opened the door, they saw a metal door standing firmly in front of them.

"Damn it, there is still a door. Brothers, the copycat broke this door. I want to see how long this door can hold up."

After Huang Mao finished speaking, the boys picked up the hammers, iron bars, shovels and other tools in their hands and kept smashing against the metal door.

Muxuan was feeling aggrieved by the Internet at this time. When she heard the voices outside, she suddenly became furious.

She walked to the door with her cell phone, listened to the noise outside, and cursed, "You bastard, smash it with some force, are all of them freeloaders?"

When Huang Mao and others who were banging on the door heard her voice, they became angry and smashed even harder.

"Bitch, wait for me, smash this door, and we will kill you."

"How many times have you said this, show some real skills, don't just talk about it."

"Damn, I'm so angry. You smashed them all. If the door can't be broken, then I smashed the wall. I don't believe I can't get in."

The more Huang Mao thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up the guy and threw it against the wall next to him.

At 3002, Shen Yu heard the noise and quietly opened the door. He glanced outside through the crack in the door and found four or five people smashing the door and wall of Muxuan's house. He felt worried.

He returned to the living room, took out his cell phone and dialed Muxuan's number. Muxuan just happened to kill someone this time. When he saw the message that popped up, he became very angry.

She answered the phone angrily and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Sister Muxuan, there are people outside who are smashing the wall of your house. Don't open the door and hide. I'll go out and talk to them."

"You are so full that you have nothing to do? What are you doing here? You don't have to worry about whether they can smash it. Just protect yourself. You will see the good show later."

After Muxuan finished speaking, she hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, took out a few tear gas grenades and thermobaric grenades from the space, stood on the stool, and opened the shooting port.

"I told you, if you can't do it, just stay in my nest and come here one by one to make a sense of presence. Do you want to go down early to drink tea with the Lord of Hell?"

She said something to the people outside the door, and then threw two tear gas canisters with her backhand.

"Brother Huang, it's a bomb."

Huang Mao's younger brother was startled when he saw the ammunition falling at his feet. After shouting, he rushed to the side and squatted down with his head in his hands.

Although they were gangsters, they had only seen knives. They didn't know the difference between tear gas and bombs. When they saw the latest tear gas canister, they immediately recognized it as a bomb.

The tear gas bomb fell to the ground, and after a minute there was still no movement. Huang Mao felt angry and punched the younger brother.

"Fuck the bomb. It's just a toy. It hasn't gone off for a long time. It must have been used by this bitch to scare us. Look at how scared you are. What a waste."

The younger brother was beaten and scolded by him, and he lowered his head in aggrieved manner, not daring to refute.

He quietly glanced at the door of Muxuan's house and cursed in his heart, "Aren't you also lying on the ground in fear?" What kind of big-tailed wolf is this pretending to be? '

"I will go over and continue to smash you. If I don't kill this bitch today, none of you will be able to live well."

Huang Mao spat on the ground, waved his hand and led the people back to the door of Muxuan's house.

But at this moment, smoke suddenly erupted from the tear gas canisters.

A pungent smell came out. After Huang Mao and others noticed it, before they had time to retreat, tears and snot flowed down their noses, accompanied by vomiting and coughing.

Muxuan sneered and threw another thermobaric bomb.

The current temperature is already low. In this environment, the power of thermobaric bombs has been well explained.

After a few pills, the body temperature of several people dropped rapidly, and the cold air penetrated directly into the skin through their clothes, making them shiver from the cold.

Listening to their dogs barking, Muxuan snorted coldly at the door. This was the price of provoking her.

Muxuan doesn't plan to kill them now. After all, she hasn't had enough fun yet. If these people are dead, where will she have fun?

Boring days must have some fun after all.

"Brother Huang, it's so... so cold. What did this bitch do?"

The yellow-haired little brother was so cold that he stammered when speaking. He hugged his body tightly and asked in a low voice.

"You still need to ask? It must be some kind of bomb! Retreat first and go back to discuss it with the boss."

Listening to the chaotic footsteps of several people, Muxuan was in a good mood. She returned to the kitchen and rewarded herself with an ice cream cone.

In 3003, Wen Shijie and Chen Man opened the door and watched carefully since Huang Mao and the others broke down on it.

He wished that this group of people would fight Muxuan and both sides would suffer, so that he could benefit from it.

It was a pity that this group of people had been messing around for a long time without saying anything about opening the door, and Muxuan had to deal with it, which made his heart completely cold.

He didn't expect that so many people and so many tools couldn't open Muxuan's house. It was even more impossible for him and Chen Man to enter Muxuan's house.

"Shijie, what should we do? Not only can't the door of Muxuan's house be opened, but there are so many messy weapons. If we force our way in, we won't get much benefit."

After closing the door, Chen Man looked at Wen Shijie in panic, feeling completely discouraged.

"Don't worry. Judging from the behavior of the group of people just now, Muxuan should have offended them. If we tell them that Muxuan's home has a lot of supplies, do you think they will easily give up attacking Muxuan's home?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Man was a little surprised, and looked at Wen Shijie with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I heard they just said that they live in 1801. If you go down now, act pitiful and deceive their trust, and then pretend to inadvertently reveal that Muxuan's family has supplies, I don't believe they won't be tempted."

"You...you let me go? They are life-hungry people. What if they have plans against me?"

"Wouldn't it be better if they have intentions against you? They are not good people. They look like gangsters who will not give up until they achieve their goals. If you follow them, you should be able to get a lot of supplies."

"When they get the supplies, we will work together to kill them directly. By then, whether it is the supplies in Muxuan's family or the supplies in the hands of others, won't they all be ours?"