Chapter 86: Can’t chat.

Lu Xingyao quickly blocked the young man and spoke before Shu Lan could speak: "Don't shoot, I'll talk to them, they'll definitely listen, I promise."

Shu Lan looked at the nervous Lu Xingyao in front of her calmly without any emotion.

He is honest, responsible and a good person in the secular sense, who would risk his own life for the sake of others.

"Okay, go ahead."

Shu Lan also pressed down the gun in Shu Maomao's hand: "It's no use talking about it. The first one to guarantee death will be killed."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the former psychics changed drastically, which was enough to show the position of Lu Xingyao in their hearts.

Lu Xingyao had no objection. He immediately pulled the young man away and turned to talk to those who were dissatisfied.

Shu Lan pounded her lower back and looked at the endless line. "Maomao, get Mommy a chair to sit on."

A three-meter-long luxurious leather sofa appeared in front of her. Not to mention sitting, Shu Lan could even lie on it.

Shu Lan sighed, this was her son's care, so simple yet so luxurious.

When she sat down, she felt half a head shorter. People passing by had to look down at her. She didn't have the aura of a big boss at all. She said, "Baby, sit higher."

The ground began to rise, and Shu Lan, sitting on top, was high enough for everyone to look up at. She stood straight and said, "Recognize my face and remember to obey my orders from now on. Stop whispering in the back, and get out of the car quickly."

When there are more people, there are more and more different kinds of noises. Some people gather in groups and whisper to each other, some leave the group to watch the fun, and some are confused and look for acquaintances to ask what is going on. The order is very chaotic.

In short, the progress was very slow, and it was getting dark. Shu Lan's eyes showed impatience. She asked Shu Maomao for a pistol, pointed a shot into the sky, and quickly calmed the situation.

"If anyone doesn't follow the team and says anything other than 'Commander', the next shot will be aimed at his mouth. Try it if you don't believe me."

The people in District 12 quickly shut their mouths and lined up obediently. When they passed by Shu Lan, they quickly called out "Commander" and ran to the crowd behind.

Shu Lan returned the gun to Shu Maomao and secretly put her hands behind her back and shook them.

It was her first time firing a gun, and no one told her that her knuckles would feel so numb from the shock.

"Lu Qinghe, call the cooks from District 12, grab some cooking utensils, and follow our chef to prepare the ingredients."

Lu Qinghe was startled when her name was suddenly called. After hearing it clearly, she said, "Okay."

A tall and beautiful woman approached her from the crowd and said, "I'll go with you and show you the way."

"Thank you, uh, what should I call you?"

"Su Zhen."

Lu Qinghe looked nervously in the direction her father left, with an expression that showed unconcealable worry.

She was afraid that those people would be stubborn and eventually implicate her father.

Just as this thought came to mind, the second gunshot rang out in the air like thunder.

In the bewildered silence of everyone, the expressionless little boy spoke in a clear and cold voice: "Mommy, that person said that the one with superpowers is the child. The child is powerful, but not very smart. Everything he does is controlled by that woman. First kill the woman, then lock the child up and torture him every day to force him to give up his superpowers."

Shu Lan leaned on the sofa with one hand, and her voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, reached everyone's ears with the same indifference.

"What a brilliant idea that's beyond your capabilities."

No matter how she reminded them not to resist, resistance would only lead to casualties and would not change the outcome. Only by facing reality would it be good for you, me, and everyone else.

But there are still some people, like ordinary men who drink two taels of white wine and then interfere in national affairs at the table. They think they are the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, who is extremely smart and can come up with good ideas that no one else can think of. In fact, they are just idiots who are seeking their own death.

The sudden gunshot made Lu Qinghe feel like she was struck by lightning. The panic that surged into her head replaced her rationality, and she pushed through the crowd and rushed out.

Qin Xiaoshuang just said that the first person who guaranteed death would be the one who was shot, so the person shot by the gun just now might be her father!

Shu Lan urged impatiently, "Lu Xingyao, are you done talking? I'll give you three more minutes. When you're done, put all your guns away."

It wasn't her father who died!

Lu Qinghe was rescued from her panic, stopped, bent down and closed her eyes. Fearfully, she pressed her pounding chest and realized her hands were shaking.

Su Zhen followed her, confused: "Why did you run away suddenly?"

"It's okay." Lu Qinghe straightened up and took a deep breath: "Let's go."

Be obedient and listen to Qin Xiaoshuang.

Seeing blood is equivalent to seeing the coldness of the self-proclaimed commander of District 9. The process of accepting new people is much smoother. After recognizing their faces, the next step is resettlement.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the cooking area. The size of a group of 20,000 people was quite different from that of 2,000 people. The rice needed for dinner alone had piled up into a small mountain. No matter which direction you looked, you could see people with confused and awkward faces, not knowing what to do.

Lu Xingyao asked Shu Lan: "Do we still need to pull the power grid?"

Shu Lan waved her hand: "No need, just install the lights you brought."

Sister Wang angrily approached Shu Lan with a spatula in hand: "Commander, the chef from District 12 stole our eggs!"

Shu Lan took Shu Maomao over to distribute the food. Fang Botao rushed over again: "Commander, they're about to fight over water!"

So Shu Lan had to go with him again and have someone urgently install a new row of water pumps to extract groundwater.

Both Lu Xingyao and Shu Lan were very busy on the night of the integration of personnel from the two districts.

Fortunately, when it was time to eat, everyone was surprisingly united. They lined up neatly, grabbed their lunch boxes, got their meals, and left very quickly.

Shu Lan sat at the dining table, holding her chin and looking at the sea of ​​heads.

I used to wonder what it would feel like to be second only to one person and above everyone else, but the feeling of being so powerful only lasted for a short while, and the rest of the time I was just constantly solving problems and handling disputes.

She wasn't that hungry. After Shu Maomao had eaten her fill, she wandered off to find Lu Xingyao. "Were you this busy when you were the commander?"

Lu Xingyao hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and replied, "Everyone listens to me, so it's not busy."

"That's not enough?"

Tonight's dinner was a state banquet-level delicacy. Lu Xingyao wanted to continue eating, but he was reluctant to leave. However, he had to answer the question: "Not really. You haven't experienced the time when the division and base were first announced. Although people gathered together, no one was willing to submit to anyone else. There were many teams of superpowers fighting for position and resources. It was a mess. Later, the zombie tide killed many people, and there was no way to elect me. It took several more years of turmoil before District 12 got back on track."

Shu Lan said, "If it were me, I would kill all those who caused trouble."

Lu Xingyao lowered his voice a few degrees and said cautiously, "Survival is not easy. It's better to kill as few of your own people as possible."

"I'm leaving. I can't talk to you anymore."

Shu Lan strolled to another place and walked through the crowd. It felt like she was passing through a field of mimosa. People on both sides shrank their necks and moved to the corners, not daring to block her way or look at her directly.

Only the people from District 9 greeted her warmly: "Commander, will we continue working tomorrow?"