In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe frowned slightly when he heard this. It seemed that he was not looking for trouble, but came to seek refuge with something.

She was suddenly woken up and felt dizzy, but she still held herself up and went downstairs with Cheng Qianhuai. She opened the unit door that was stained with dried blood and welcomed them in.

Wen Qiao's hair was messy, and there was a knife wound on his arm that was deep enough to show the bone. Although he lost a lot of blood, it did not affect his movements.

On the other hand, Jiang Xu was in a much more embarrassed state, with a penetrating wound on his shoulder and a hole in his abdomen, which was terrifying.

Both of them had blisters of different sizes on their bodies, which were obviously burned by the sun while traveling in hot weather. Their skin was a strange red color, and they gasped in pain at the slightest touch.

"Save him."

Wen Qiao panicked and covered Jiang Xu's wounds with his hands, but he couldn't stop the flow of blood.

They chose to travel during the day for safety, but they never thought that they would be plotted against. They finally escaped, but now they are still facing the risk of death.

Naturally, Song Jinhe would not let such a god of wealth die in vain, so he hurriedly called Zhou Shuhua to come over and help him clean his wounds, but looked at Wen Qiao with a more questioning look.

"Why did you two suddenly venture to Building 3?"

She already had a vague answer in her heart, but Wen Qiao needed to say the words of surrender in person.

Because there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, everyone who enters Building 3 must be under her control.

Wen Qiao covered the stinging wound, his lips were chapped and his face looked a little gray.

"The two of us disbanded our original forces and came specifically to join you.

These things behind me are all gifts for us to join Building 3. I hope you don’t dislike them.

We don’t seek any power or position, as long as we can defend against foreign enemies together with everyone. "

She endured the pain and opened the wooden boxes behind her one by one. Food, medicine, mineral water, firearms and ammunition were all there.

These two people really spent a lot of money to join Building 3.

After all, they can keep these things and live a comfortable and comfortable life, but once they are brought into Building 3, they become everyone's property, and all they can get are bits and pieces.

Song Jinhe could understand it. After all, they probably wouldn't survive long even with these supplies. It was better to bring them into Building 3 to leave a good impression on everyone and find a way out for themselves.

"Okay, you are welcome to join."

She took two steps forward to support Wen Qiao, which showed her attitude. Naturally, the aborigines would not object if they saw so many supplies.

Finally being accepted, Wen Qiao collapsed directly into Song Jinhe's arms, his eyes were red and filled with frightening red bloodshot eyes.

"Save him, he lost too much blood and is almost cold."

Her voice sounded weak, and it was obvious that she could no longer hold on.

Song Jinhe quickly helped her up and ordered others to move Jiang Xu, who had briefly treated the wound, to 1601 to recover from his injuries.

Zhou Shuhua adjusted her glasses and sounded helpless and worried.

"The girl has an injury on her arm, and it will be better if she takes care of it for a while.

However, this man's injuries were too serious. Nowadays, medical conditions are limited. Whether he can survive or not depends on his luck. "

Wen Qiao naturally heard this, but she did not break down and cry like before. Instead, she sat quietly next to Jiang Xu and fed water to his mouth without saying a word.

Song Jinhe saw her growth, but also felt helpless about the current situation.

Tonight was another fierce battle, and they didn't have time to take care of the two injured people.

"You two have a good rest today and pick something to eat tonight. We all need to go on patrol."

Song Jinhe was about to turn around and leave, but Wen Qiao gently grabbed his sleeves: "Let that sister help me bandage my arm. I will also participate in tonight's battle."

"Don't be so brave. Why are you moving around when your arms are like this?"

Song Jinhe looked at her stubborn look and refused.

Wen Qiao still insisted: "I can't use one arm but I still have the other one. Now that I have joined Building 3, I can't do nothing.

Jiang Xu has already caused you trouble, I have to be a little self-aware. "

Song Jinhe naturally knew that the two of them were new and unwilling to bear the charge of a person who only knew how to enjoy herself, so he simply did not force her to rest, but roughly explained the battle plan in the building to her.

It has to be said that the large amount of supplies they brought has solved the urgent need of Building 3.

Especially those firearms and medicines, which are the most in short supply today.

These were all materials on the surface, so Song Jinhe naturally didn't need to worry about exposing his space after using them, so he simply asked who knew how to use a gun.

The answer was naturally that no one could.

But grenades are particularly handy for everyone. Each person can be assigned 2, which can completely reduce the pressure on their guards.

The firearms once again legitimately entered Song Jinhe's pocket, but she didn't go too far and distributed all the grenades to the remaining survivors.

"Tonight is definitely not a peaceful night. Everyone should be at their best and no one should relax.

Now I go back and rest according to the duty schedule, so that I can be energetic at night. "

She distributed the plan, but just as she was about to go upstairs, Wen Qiao grabbed her by the corner of her clothes.

"I know how to use a gun."

Jiang Xu once taught her this thing. She learned things very quickly. Now she can hit 5 out of 3 shots.

Compared to those survivors who can only fight with primitive methods, she is indeed stronger.

It's just that her left arm was seriously injured, and she probably couldn't even change bullets during the battle. Even with a gun, she couldn't kill too many people.

Wen Qiao naturally understood Song Jinhe's worries, and she endured the pain and raised her arm.

"Don't worry, you won't die.

Since I have a meal in Building 3, I will not stop working. "

Song Jinhe could only nodded, handed her a delicate and compact pistol, and then turned and left.

She will not deliberately suppress the status of survivors in the building. If they want to get a better life, they must fight for it and let others see their usefulness before they can get better treatment. This is the survival of Building 3. way.

Seeing Song Jinhe leave, Wen Qiao looked at the unconscious Jiang Xu, and his heart hurt like a knife.

He was injured because of her. If he hadn't blocked the knife for her, he wouldn't have been injured so badly.

"Jiang Xu, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble again."

She closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, silently immersed in his clothes.

Song Jinhe returned to the 18th floor and sat tiredly on the sofa. His head felt like it was about to split, and his eyes were stinging and sore from not getting any rest.

"The two of us have to think about having a meal. It won't be long before it gets completely dark. Let's eat first before talking about anything else."

Song Jinhe stopped Cheng Qianhuai from going to the kitchen to cook, and took out a packaged bag of steaming roast duck from the space.

She packed it up and put it in the space before the end of the world. Now it has just solved the food problem, and there is no need to waste more energy on cooking.