MTL - I’m the City Lord of the Last Days-Chapter 26

"Brothers, your appetites are a little too big, so many things are just moved away?"

The survivors were led by a tall and burly man with a bald head, flowery arms, and a fierce face. Holding a steel bar removed from the shelf in his hand, he walked in front aggressively and stopped Song Xingcheng and the others.

The visitor was not friendly, so Song Xingcheng threw away the cart in his hand, swayed his body, and swung the gun behind him in front of him. With a "click", he opened the safety, raised the muzzle of the gun, and aimed at the burly man.

The visitor wanted to be aggressive, and Song Xingcheng was more aggressive than him.

Song Xingcheng watched the man with the flower arm visibly tense up under the threat of the muzzle of his gun, and his momentum weakened a lot, with a mocking smile on his face.

The flower-armed man was indeed so frightened by Song Xingcheng's swift and swift actions that he even forgot the harsh words he had prepared, but he was not bad, at least he had prepared in advance and kept his composure. The survivors were really taken aback. Many of them took a few steps back subconsciously, and some rushed into the nearby shop and hid.

He Qianshan looked at the little guy's movements, and was relieved but also a little sad, but if he hadn't been tricked before, his counterattack movements would not be so neat.

"This, this... it's a bit too much to use a gun on a living person? Dude, I want to communicate with you in a friendly manner. What's your attitude?"

Feeling deeply ashamed, the flower-armed man realized that he could not continue to let the momentum of the two sides ebb and flow, so he said loudly.

"What is the exchange? We saved you, are you going to send any thank you gifts?"

Song Xingcheng glanced at He Qianshan, seeing that He Qianshan didn't intend to come forward but looked at him with encouraging eyes, and realized that He Qianshan wanted him to deal with it alone. Song Xingcheng was certain in his heart, the gun in his hand was firmly pointed at the chest of the flower-armed man, and his voice was very gentle, which matched his appearance very well, but it really didn't match his movements.

As soon as this remark came out, the other side suddenly became dumb, and they gathered everyone to block the way aggressively. No matter how cheeky they were, they couldn't tell that they were here to thank them. Thank you very much.

"You are so powerful, and you are not here to save people. Is it necessary to be so fussy?"

In the silent and awkward atmosphere, someone in the crowd blocking the way whispered.

The corners of Song Xingcheng's mouth curled up in a mocking arc. Selfishness is written in the heart of a person. Even he himself dare not say that he is not selfish, but when others treat him ungratefully, it is always wrong.

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Song Xingcheng glanced at the two classmates who were hiding in the distance with only their eyes exposed, and thanked them for just hiding and watching instead of being involved in these people's "forced palaces". Didn't he completely disappointed?

"It's unnecessary to be generous to others. If you think I'm too fussy and the zombies on the third, fourth, and fifth floors above haven't been cleaned up, how about I send you upstairs? I'm sure I can walk out by myself. Not necessarily."

Focusing on the person who was muttering softly, Song Xingcheng replied slowly. Seeing that the person died down and hid in the crowd, she continued to ask:

"Since it's not here to thank you, what do you want to do?"

The voice was extremely gentle, and if one didn't watch his movements, no one would know that the two sides were in a tense confrontation.

"Okay, okay! Yes, we are here to thank you, buddy! Since you saved us, why don't you save the family and give us two more guns?"

Being beaten back one after another, the annoyed flower-armed man didn't bother to cover up, and directly raised his request loudly.

"Two?" Song Xingcheng asked with a puzzled expression, "There are so many of you, how are you going to divide the two?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the survivors blocking the road on the opposite side became ugly, especially those who followed behind the man with flowery arms, whispered, yes, the three people on the opposite side can even out one or two at most Guns, but they have more than forty people, who is the gun for?

Of course everyone wanted to shoot themselves, but some of them weighed their figure compared with the man with the flowery arms, and quietly retreated.

"Don't make noise!" The burly man turned around and yelled fiercely, and immediately made the people behind him quiet, "First solve the problem of whether there is any! Then solve the problem of how to divide it!"

"Heh, do you really want to follow these people to avenge your revenge? There are six people in their group with flowery arms and tattoos. If the gun is really in their hands, do you people who follow along and join in the fun expect them to let it out?"

Song Xingcheng pointed with his fingers, and pointed out a few strong men with similar flower arms and tattoos on their arms and shoulders. Song Xingcheng could see them clearly from the front. The expressions of these six people were familiar, and they obviously knew each other from the beginning.

Song Xingcheng was really confused. If he consciously changed positions, he would rather shoot alone than get together with these people who are obviously in the same group to seek skins from tigers.

Song Xingcheng is not in a hurry now, and wants to know more about what these survivors think.

He Qianshan was not in a hurry, and stood calmly behind Song Xingcheng to help him sweep the formation, so that Song Xingcheng could play with peace of mind.

He can figure it out no matter what.

I have to say, realizing that He Qianshan has been standing behind him, Song Xingcheng no longer feels worried or nervous at all. He knows that he can trust He Qianshan to deal with it without worrying about the situation behind him. Just focus on dealing with the situation in front of you.

Under Song Xingcheng's continuous beating, the gang that had been together for a long time became more and more dissatisfied. When the leader of the gang had to yell loudly to maintain order, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out, pointing The man with flower arms complained loudly, while surrendering to Song Xingcheng:

"I'm sorry! I really don't want to do this, it's all their choice! I am very grateful to you for saving my family, and I am willing to stand by your side!"

Someone jumped back, and someone followed immediately. Suddenly, the scene became chaotic. The group of strong men with colorful arms tried to forcefully suppress the opposition and continue to maintain the command of the team, but someone tried to sell Song Xingcheng and the other three. The brawny man with the flower arms got angry, and some people complained disappointedly that the two guns were not enough, and some people anxiously shouted to unite at the critical moment...

Let Song Xingcheng really appreciate the drama of internal strife.

Seeing that the people on the opposite side were getting louder and more heated, Song Xingcheng unloaded the muzzle of the silencer gun and aimed at a chandelier on the top of the shopping mall. "The sound of the chandelier falling to the ground and breaking broke interrupted the farce on the opposite side, and the scene froze for a moment.

Song Xingcheng blew on the muzzle of the gun, and asked leisurely: "Have you discussed how to distribute it?"

After finishing speaking, Song Xingcheng suddenly laughed when he saw the complicated and terrified expressions of the people on the opposite side. He looked overjoyed and laughed for a long time before stopping, and said firmly:

"Don't dream! Even if we have spare guns, we can't give them to you. Who are you? What benefits have you given us? You have nothing, and you want guns when you open your mouth. I'm afraid you are thicker than the corner of the city wall." What shame? Could it be those two scraps of iron in your hands?"

Song Xingcheng's small mouth was full of sarcasm, and he vomited out all the thoughts in his heart.

"Why, do you think that if you have more people, you will be more powerful? I'm really sorry, the gap between us is not the gap between hot weapons and cold weapons, but the gap between hot weapons and unarmed weapons! Seriously, I really admire you, Who gave you the courage to stand up and block the way when you have no chance of winning?"

Enraged by Song Xingcheng's complaints, the man with flower arms rushed over aggressively, his eyes wide open and his expression ferocious.

His affection made him look even more fierce, as if he wanted Song Xingcheng to feel his power, so he would bow to him after admitting defeat.

Song Xingcheng sneered, and casually walked towards the other party with a gun in hand.

Now he dares to shoot zombies within 3 meters when fighting zombies. Human beings, don't care if they are black or not, at least they always look friendlier than zombies on the outside.

The two sides confront each other, and the momentum is ebb and flow.

The flower-armed man did not expect that Song Xingcheng, who was two circles smaller than him, would dare to stand up without hesitation. Looking at the half-smile expression on Song Xingcheng's face and the muzzle of the gun that never left his chest, the flower-armed man On the contrary, Han felt flustered, stopped walking, and subconsciously took two steps back.

So a funny scene appeared on the scene, the two confronting sides, the one with the few people only had one person, but the aura of this person forced the dozens of people on the opposite side to be terrified, and they all backed away.

Song Xingcheng suddenly realized that these people are just paper tigers. It was their gentle attitude that gave these people the illusion that they could be unscrupulous, but when they became tough, these people's delusions were burst like bubbles in the sun.

As soon as he thought about it, Song Xingcheng immediately felt bored, so he waved his hands impatiently at the group of people opposite, and warned: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't say I didn't give you a chance, you get out of the way now, and I won't pursue it. But If you continue to entangle, don't blame the bullet for not having eyes."

The survivors on the opposite side heard the threat and continued to retreat subconsciously, but their greed made them unwilling to give up this opportunity completely. They murmured to themselves that there were so many people blocking the way, even if the other party shot, they might not necessarily hit themselves.

Seeing the luck in the hearts of the survivors, Song Xingcheng raised his gun again. This time, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the glass window of a shop next to the survivors. After the loud gunshot, the glass exploded, and the broken glass blasted the surrounding survivors Head and body.

Those who were close to each other even had scratches from broken glass on their bodies, but what frightened them more than the scratches was the bullets that exploded around them.

Earlier, Song Xingcheng shot at the roof of the building as a threat. The survivors were only frightened, but they didn't really feel the threat of death. But it's different now. Looking at Song Xingcheng's firm eyes, the survivors thought of something:

He really dared to shoot!

Now, no one dared to make trouble anymore, and they all disappeared from Song Xingcheng's sight in desperation.

Song Xingcheng looked at the empty road ahead, turned to look at He Qianshan, and after He Qianshan beckoned, he walked in front of He Qianshan.

He Qianshan patted Song Xingcheng's

Over his shoulder, looking at the little guy who clearly had the upper hand but seemed a little listless, he calmed down with a gentle voice:

"Are you impatient? Then you have to be mentally prepared. Similar scenes will definitely be staged frequently. After all, 'self-knowledge' is a very good virtue. Unfortunately, many people don't have it. They can always play tricks like 'greedy snake Swallow elephant', keep refreshing the lower limit of your patience."

As he spoke, the corners of He Qianshan's mouth twitched. He remembered that his grandfather fell ill suddenly, and before he died, he called him back who was studying abroad, and urgently handed over the He family to him. Since then, he has seen countless cases that vividly demonstrated what "shameless" is.

He Qianshan is used to being expressionless, otherwise he would always worry about showing an inappropriate look of disgust on his face.

Obviously, the little guy is not used to facing the malice of human nature.

"You have done a good job, don't be afraid of anyone who comes looking for trouble, drive them away, scare them back, or just kill them."

When it came to the end, He Qianshan didn't know whether he was appeasing or instigating, and he heard a big question mark appear on Song Xingcheng's little head.

Seeing Song Xingcheng's round eyes full of confusion, He Qianshan smiled unkindly.

Of course, not all survivors are hot-headed and delusional, and some people choose different strategies.

Just when Song Xingcheng and the others were about to continue cleaning up the zombies on the third floor, three young men cautiously walked up to them, testing in a low voice whether they could be taken in.

"The three of us are students who came to MIT from other places to study. Now we dare not go back to school or our hometown. We have nowhere to go. I don't know if you... can take us in? We can work as coolies, or do anything else. .”

The one who spoke was the only girl among the three. Encouraged by her companions, she looked at Song Xingcheng with hope in her eyes and boldly recommended herself.

The three students hid in a corner and watched the entire conflict, and noticed that Song Xingcheng had come forward to deal with it, thinking that Song Xingcheng was the leader of the three.

Song Xingcheng heard the words and thought about it, these three people did not appear in the gang that blocked the way before, it would be difficult for him to deal with it, so he looked at He Qianshan.

The other boy among the three young people seemed to see that they had asked the wrong person, so he hurriedly said to He Qianshan, "We are all majoring in engineering, so it will be very practical."

He Qianshan looked over one by one, with a stern expression and sharp eyes, until the three young people subconsciously avoided looking at each other. It seemed that it took a long time before they finally heard He Qianshan's reply.