There was also something unexpected, but also quite reasonable:
"Boss Ren," who broke into the home of the leading auntie, also died.
He was shot in the chest, and his body lay in the cold stairwell of four residential buildings.
The gold that was originally supposed to be divided among the spoils has long since disappeared.
Liu Kai hides behind the scenes, brazenly spying on the naked nature of humanity.
In his previous life, he, like these people, struggled bitterly in the cold wave.
In this life, he was like a god, looking down upon all living beings from a high place.
This contrast gave him immense satisfaction.
10 a.m.
Liu Kai arrived at the north gate of the residential area on time in his snowmobile.
As usual, as soon as I got off the car, I planted the homemade flag on the ground, and the flag fluttered in the wind.
But he only took two supply boxes from the snowmobile's trunk.
They put the boxes away but didn't call out for sale.
He leaned against the snowmobile, fiddling with a shotgun in his hand.
The thick, matte black gun barrel sent shivers down one's spine.
Same as the previous two days.
Someone was already waiting in a sheltered corner downstairs.
But when they saw that there were only two boxes, they were completely panicked.
Why are there so few supplies being sold today?
The back of the snowmobile was sealed off with black electrical tape, making it impossible for anyone to see if there were any supplies inside.
Moreover, the blatant act of wiping the shotgun clearly showed that they no longer trusted the survivors of the "Lishiquyuan" community.
A desperate thought arose in everyone's mind.
This may truly be the last time the wandering merchant comes to trade.
Most importantly, there were only two boxes of supplies.
First come, first served.
Even if you have enough precious metals, if you're even a little slow, everything will be snatched up by others!
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