The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

There are many people who have the same idea as Lao Chen.

They stayed at home anxiously throughout the day, and when the temperature dropped, they rushed into the supermarket in a hurry.

The daily necessities in the supermarket are cheap, and the nearby villagers are reluctant to spend food to apply for the base pass, so they cannot come in and buy it. There is a lot of profit margin for the base residents to resell.

Big profits come with big risks.

Everyone knows that there is chaos outside. If you are lucky, you can make money by going out. If you are unlucky, you will be robbed and no one will care.

Lao Chen took the daily necessities he had just bought and knocked on the door of his relatives' houses. He felt guilty when he went to the village alone, so he found a companion to feel at ease.

Lao Wu opened the door and saw that Lao Chen didn't say anything, so he pulled him into the room first and locked the door.

The smell of blood was very strong in the house, surrounded by a group of strong men with knives in their hands and wooden warehouses pinned to their waists, only a handsome man nearly 30 years old was sitting.

This man had thick black hair, and his right eyebrow was cut off by an inch-long scar. With a cigarette in his hand, he glanced at Old Chen and blew out a smoke ring: "Who is he?"

"Young Master Lu, this is my cousin." Old Wu obsequiously reached out to catch the falling cigarette ash: "He is very honest, he can't even fart with three sticks, and I promise he won't go out and talk nonsense."

Lu Hong casually pressed the cigarette on Old Wu's hand, the cigarette butt touched his skin and made a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat diffused: "Really?"

The muscles in Old Wu's hands were convulsed from the pain: "Young Master Lu, you believe me, I never told the story, it's just a coincidence, it's really a coincidence. Brother, tell me quickly, why are you here at this time?"

Old Chen's legs were shaking, and he was sweating coldly: "I... I'm here to ask you if you want to go to the village to sell things together."

Lu Hong nodded his chin, and immediately someone grabbed Lao Chen's backpack, opened it, and dumped it on the floor. Lunch boxes, clothes hangers, spatulas, toothbrushes... fell all over the floor.

"I really want to go to the countryside to sell things." Lu Hong raised his eyebrows: "I should have said it earlier."

"Then... then can I go?" Old Chen Xindu raised his throat.

"Go, where are you going?" Lu Hong asked back.

"I want to go to the village to...sell...sell things."

"You don't have to go." Lu Hong stood up. His tall stature put great psychological pressure on Lao Chen: "We are going to the village too. We just happen to be on the way, so we can go together."

Lu Hong said it lightly, but Lao Chen was so frightened that his scalp was numb and his mind went blank. He was dragged into the bathroom by Lao Wu. Come on, are you trying to make me feel uncomfortable?"

"Brother, if I knew you were like this, I wouldn't have come here." With that posture just now, Lao Chen almost didn't cry: "My back is full of sweat now, who are those people outside?"

"Keep your voice down, the one who asked you is the son of the second-in-command family."

"Why are you going to the village, my lord?"

"The more you know, the sooner you die, understand? Oh, forget it, anyway, you will know later." Old Wu's voice was lowered: "Young master wants to take someone to the village to vote."

"A vote?"

"Shh."

"Didn't the village pay protection fees?" Lao Chen used to be a local villager. He went out to work and bought a house in the urban area and changed his household registration. He never went back, but he still knows those five or sixty-year-old people in the village, who wear crotch pants. Sometimes I also received lucky money from others.

"The protection fee has already been eaten up, and the base is out of food."

"All gone?"

"It's gone. A grain of rice in the granary is gone. You don't know whether it's good luck or bad luck. If you come with me, Young Master Lu will definitely not let you come back empty-handed. Remember to keep your mouth shut. What happened today will be exposed." If you say a word, I can't protect you."

"Brother, can I not go?"

"You think I want to go?" Old Wu also stayed in the village when he was a child. He didn't want to take people to rob the place where he lived. He couldn't sleep at the thought of killing people he knew before. It's about his life: "If you don't go, you will die. You choose."

Lu Hong didn't care what the two brothers said. The two little ants just behaved obediently, and if they dared to make small moves, they would be crushed to death.It would annoy him to see Old Wu cowering like that. If it weren't for the village's habit of digging cellars to store food, and outsiders couldn't find it when they went, he wouldn't have found Old Wu.

Thirty men walked out of the base with the guys.

The sky is strangely dark tonight, with no stars or moon.

The quiet mountains are like dormant beasts, ready to explode and devour everything at any time.

The torches made a crackling sound, and the shadows of the trees lay on the ground like ghosts.

Gunshots broke the silence of the night.

Women and children were crying, and everyone was in a mess.

Old Chen's face was red with blood, and an aunt fell on him. This aunt was a relative from his mother's side, and she was very kind.

He remembered that there was a row of plum trees planted on the ridge of her family's field. The plums were big and sweet, and every summer they hung heavily all over the branches.

The dolls in the village often go to pick them when they come home from school. My aunt never says anything, and sometimes she helps pick some for the dolls to take home for adults to drink.

He too was one of those dolls.

The warm blood soaked Lao Chen's clothes, and his aunt's body gradually became cold. Lao Chen took a few steps back, and his aunt fell forward and fell to the ground.

Looking at his aunt's dead body, Lao Chen was very disgusted, disgusted with himself, disgusted with this human-eating world.

He retched uncontrollably, there was nothing in his stomach, only some acid water.

The village fell silent again.

The corpses were scattered all over the floor, the old, the young, and the young were all lying with their eyes open.

A half-dead three-year-old baby let out a weak cry. Lu Hong raised his foot and stepped on his chest, his small chest collapsed, and the cry stopped abruptly.

Old Wu clenched his fists, that child was his distant nephew, born in winter, he went to eat his full moon wine.

In my impression, this kid is always smiling, not afraid of strangers, and can play with anyone.

Lu Hong lit another cigarette, and ordered his subordinates to go to the village to find food as if nothing had happened.

Old Wu was dragged away to lead the way. A black-faced man saw that he was absent-minded, and waved the wooden warehouse in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking? Tell everyone."

"No, I didn't think about anything." Old Wu showed a flattering smile again: "Brother, be careful where you step, don't step on dirty things."

"Young Master Lu doesn't like people who think too much, understand?"

"Understand, understand".

Lao Wu led the way to search through the cellars in the village, only finding a few bags of grain.

Lu Hong remained expressionless, unable to tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied. He raised his hand and threw the torch, which fell and lit the dead grass.

The fire spread with the wind and quickly ignited a large area.

Lu Hong walked against the wind, and the raging fire was left behind by him.

Lao Chen brought home a small bag of corn kernels, his wife and daughter were terrified of his blood.

"Old Chen, where are you hurt? It's so dangerous, we'll never go there again."

"I wasn't injured, the blood belonged to someone else."

"Who's hurt?"

"Don't worry about that, just grind and cook the corn."

"I don't care about you, so fierce."

The corn paste was cooked quickly. Seeing his daughter smiling around his wife, Lao Chen had tears rolling down his eyes.

He took a basin of water into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and rubbed his body desperately until his skin broke and bled.

"Dad, it's time to eat, come quickly."

"Come right away", Lao Chen adjusted his expression in the mirror, wiped off the water, and dressed neatly.

"Father, hurry up, you are so slow", the daughter muttered dissatisfied.

Old Chen opened the door, picked up his daughter and kissed her: "I was wrong, come, come, let's eat."

Chen's mother glanced at her husband. She had some bad guesses in her heart, but she didn't say anything after seeing her daughter buried in her food.

Wei Yan also felt that the atmosphere in the base was not right.

When I went out to inquire, the two restaurants were closed, and the mess in the cafeteria was getting thinner day by day.

When the most basic survival needs are not guaranteed, all morality and bottom line become empty talk.

Theft happens from time to time.

Wei Yan also encountered it once, the gang of thieves got smoke from somewhere, and blew it into the room, knocking him and Xiaohan unconscious, leaving only the man awake.

At that time, Wen Ruzhu was lying on his wife's belly, kissing that soft little belly. His wife was pinned by the beard on his chin and wanted to hide, but he held her waist, and she could only be like a small fish out of water. Vain tremors.

Just as the teasing was going on, his wife suddenly stopped moving. Wen Ruju poked his head out from under the bed sheet, just in time to see a few men with mischievous eyebrows open the door and sneak in.

Their eyes met, and the thieves panicked for a moment. They didn't want to hurt anyone, so now they pulled out the kitchen knives pinned to their waists and rushed towards Wen Ruzhang.

Wen Rujue slapped one of them unconscious, tied them into a string, and poured cold water to wipe his wife's face. Wei Yan opened his eyes in a daze, "Honey, I'm dizzy."

Wen Rujuan picked him up with one hand, and with the stick in the other hand, knocked on the backs of the thieves. The thieves were woken up one by one, crying with snot and tears: "Brother, we made a mistake, we dare not do it again." The medicine is for animals, big fat pigs can faint, who knows why this man didn't faint?

The thieves were crying and howling, Wei Yan finally woke up from the noise, yawned, and took the man's hand: "Forget it, don't kill me, break one leg and send it to the guards to lock it up."

"No, please, I can't go in." A man in his forties kept kowtowing: "My mother is suffering from edema. She is an old lady who weighs more than 70 kilograms. Her arms are swollen thicker than mine. When I press the It’s just a pit, and I have no choice but to steal it.”

"My wife is dead, and my daughter is only four years old. How will she live if I come in?" It was a young man who said this.

They were all forced into helplessness, but Wen Rujuan didn't feel sorry for them at all, and broke everyone's left leg with his hands 'bang bang bang'.

These few people really wanted to kill him just now. If he was powerless to resist and was killed, it would only be his bad luck. These people would continue to kill his wife and children, and then divide up his food.Happily brought food home and had a full meal with the family.

His and his wife's corpses decomposed and rotted in the house, and they were chopped up and cooked before they could rot.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-2200:03:54~2020-04-2310:09:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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