Chapter 200 The Poor Kid in the Apocalypse 30

The man in sunglasses jerked the steering wheel wildly, the dilapidated van jolting along the road. He glared at the tall, thin man in the passenger seat, then floored the accelerator, roaring down the mountain.

The man in sunglasses, whose real name was Zhang Qiang, spat on the ground.

"Pick it up? Are you out of your mind? Go get it yourself!"

That woman is incredibly wicked! She has a bow and arrows, and she knows poison! The third brother is lying there motionless; who knows if he's dead or alive? Are you trying to kill yourself by going over there now?

The tall, thin man, named Wang Bin, shrank his neck and muttered under his breath.

"I just felt that more people meant more strength, and the third brother was strong."

Zhang Qiang interrupted him, his tone irritable.

"Strength is useless! Can't you see that door? You can't even break it down!"

"Can strength feed you? Can you pry open that iron lump? So what if we die! One less mouth to feed means we can hold on for a couple more days! Have you forgotten why we're even out here risking our lives?"

Wang Bin fell silent, rubbing his empty stomach. Yes, if there wasn't so little food, who would want to go near that villa that looked so intimidating?

Zhang Qiang and Wang Bin, along with Lao Liu who was electrocuted and Li Tie, the short, stocky man who was anesthetized, were all originally workers in the same renovation team.

Before the high-temperature apocalypse struck, they were doing interior decoration work on another villa nearby.

Because the suburbs are far from the city and it is inconvenient to travel back and forth, the foreman stocked up on rice, flour, instant noodles and bottled water in the unfinished villa. They also often lived in a makeshift shed in the nearby shantytown.

The apocalypse suddenly arrived, and they were trapped here.

The villa under renovation unexpectedly became their refuge, and they survived the most difficult period of high temperatures thanks to the supplies stockpiled by the foreman.

Every villa here has a basement, but the design of each one is different.

After the heatwave subsided, zombies appeared, and they dared not run around anymore. They simply treated the villa as their own home, since the owner's fate was unknown and he was unlikely to come over anyway.

However, after more than a month of sitting around eating away at their savings, and with the appearance of zombies, their already meager stockpile of supplies quickly dwindled.

The group had risked going out to find supplies to barely survive until now, but the four of them were starving and had to take even more risks to go out and find food.

These four people were lazy and cowardly. They would never go out and take risks unless they were starving to death. That's why they set their sights on the wealthy Shen Ci family.

That's why these four people seemed completely out of place; they didn't look like rich people or nouveau riche.

With the loss of two brothers, Lao Liu and Li Tie, Zhang Qiang and Wang Bin, who were left behind, were also apprehensive. After calming down and thinking it over, they realized that the woman was indeed not someone to mess with.

Wang Bin licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse.

"Brother Qiang, that spot is too hard. I don't think the two of us can handle it!"

Although two brothers died, the remaining supplies are enough for the two of them to survive for a while, but it's not a long-term solution. They've lost two more men.

There are always gains and losses; that perfectly describes their situation.

Zhang Qiang, with a gloomy face, hummed in agreement.

"A head-on confrontation won't work; we need to think of other methods."

Let's go into the city first and see if we can find more tools, or if there are any other ways out.

Damn it, we can't just starve to death!

They haven't had a full meal in a long time. Food has to be divided among four people, and they eat sparingly. In order to save food, they sometimes only eat once every one or two days.

The reason they were so indifferent to their companion's death was due to extreme scarcity of resources.

The death of two people meant that the remaining food could last longer; in the face of survival, so-called brotherhood proved incredibly fragile.

Besides, they weren't blood brothers to begin with; they were just colleagues.

The two drove the nearly broken-down van towards the city center. However, when bad luck strikes, even drinking water can cause problems. The van was already low on gas, and it stalled completely shortly after entering the city.

"Damn it! We're out of gas!" Zhang Qiang angrily slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

The two had no choice but to get out of the car and try their luck at finding an abandoned gas station nearby to get some leftover gasoline.

After enduring such a long period of high temperatures and subsequent chaos, more than half a year has passed. The gas stations in the city have already been ransacked countless times by the survivors. How could they, two people who came down from the mountain, possibly have a chance?

The two searched through the ruins, muttering curses at the world as they went, making quite a commotion. They were soon surrounded by seven or eight men wielding sticks and with hostile expressions.

They didn't even know where these people came from; they just appeared out of nowhere, and by the time they realized it, it was too late.

"What are you doing?!" the leader, a man with a scar on his face, asked sternly.

Zhang Qiang and Wang Bin's hearts sank. They thought they were doomed and had run into a tough opponent. They were unarmed and the other side had a large number of people. There was no point in resisting.

Resisting now would just be asking for a beating; since you can't resist, you should beg for mercy.

"Big brother! Big brother, don't do anything! We're just passing by and looking for something to eat!"

Wang Bin immediately raised his hands, begging for mercy with a forced smile.

"Search!" the scarred man waved his hand.

His men swarmed over and roughly groped them all over. They then turned the old car upside down, searching for a long time before finding only a few bottles of water and some compressed biscuits.

When the two saw that the supplies had been found, they felt like crying. If they had known they would be caught and robbed, they would have preferred to eat them in the car, at least they could have had a full meal.

"Is that all you have? You poor bastard!" The scarred man glanced at it disdainfully and gestured for his men to take the items away.

"take away!"

"Big brother! Spare us! We've given you everything!" Zhang Qiang quickly begged for mercy.

"Enough talk! Come back with us to see Brother Long!"

The two were blindfolded and pushed along, their hands tied with rope, until they were led to a relatively intact villa. The villa had clearly been occupied and showed signs of reinforcement.

There were about twenty or thirty people inside, some sitting and some standing. They all looked pale and sickly, but their eyes looked fierce.

Sitting on the main sofa in the living room was Chen Dalong.

He was embracing Grandpa Li's daughter-in-law, who was now his wife, with a timid little boy standing beside him. He acted like a local tyrant.

Being able to live in a villa in the apocalypse, a dream he never dared to imagine before, gave him immense psychological satisfaction. Before the apocalypse, he couldn't afford such a large villa even if he worked his whole life. Now he can live wherever he wants.

"Brother Long, we caught two unfamiliar faces who were just wandering around our territory, and all we found was this little bit of stuff."