Chapter 61 King Bomb.
Dozens of boxes of compressed biscuits neatly arranged in the center of the square are priceless treasures in the eyes of people who are starving to death.
Even so, no one dared to step forward to rob, because the person who held the wealth was surrounded by a row of cold-faced guards with guns.
Shu Lan stood on the table, holding a loudspeaker and knocking on it: "Don't push, line up. Anyone who dares to disrupt the order will be given peanuts first."
Bai Wenrui, who had arrived a little later, supporting Lin Yi, was furious at the scene. "Qin Xiaoshuang! You've been lying to us from the beginning, even hiding guns and biscuits. Wei Zhiqiang, He Hang, you two lead the team in and grab everything. I don't think anyone from District 10 dares to sign up. If you have, get out of the protection circle tonight."
The ordinary people who had been waiting anxiously for a long time saw that the food that was about to fall into their hands was gone, and almost turned against them collectively: "You are going to grab it again, and you superpowers will get all the good things first!"
"If they don't want to protect us, then they don't. Lin Yi and the others have never cared about the lives of ordinary people like us. He took all the resources of District 10 into his own space, and then he said we ate and drank his food for free. Now he doesn't even give us any food. He doesn't deserve to be a commander at all."
Shu Lan calmly placed the speaker next to Shu Maomao's mouth, and the emotionless child's voice came out with the cold texture of a machine.
"New rules. All those holding weapons in District 10, raise your hands above your heads and kneel."
The gunmen knelt down with their hands raised, as if in worship. The scene that was about to become chaotic was shocked by the scene and everyone was stunned. Those who had squeezed to the front of the line to steal cookies did not dare to move.
This little boy...what amazing abilities...
A glass bottle appeared in Shu Maomao's hand, filled with the blood of the superpowers that he and Shu Lan had collected quietly over the past few days using various means, one drop for each person, no one missing out.
He unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the red liquid into his palm. Like raindrops flowing into a lake, it all melted away.
This strange behavior, which was like a sacrificial ritual, attracted everyone's attention and curiosity.
"What is he doing?"
The psychic who once belonged to District 8 smiled with gloating satisfaction.
What are you doing? Stealing your powers, idiot.
At this time, Lin Yi finally confirmed the brand of compressed biscuits from the familiar color scheme of the packaging box. His facial features instantly distorted, and hatred burst out of his eyes. He completely forgot all the pain and squeezed forward frantically.
"Qin Xiaoshuang, fuck you! These are the compressed biscuits I took from the factory. You stole my space, you thief! Thief! Give them back to me!"
Bai Wenrui also recognized it and shouted, "Didn't you hear me? These things originally belonged to us. She stole them from Brother Lin. This kid's ability is just for bluffing. What are you standing there for? Let's go help Brother Lin get them back!"
Shu Lan tilted her head and said to Fang Botao, "You too, what are you standing there for? Didn't I tell anyone disrupting the order to have peanuts? Why don't you kill the one who's yelling?"
"Kill...kill someone?"
Fang Botao thought Shu Lan gave him a gun just for show to scare ordinary people, but he didn't expect that he would have to use it so soon.
People like them who work in logistics rarely kill zombies, let alone living people.
Zhong Mei, who was standing in front of him and was in charge of registration, took a step back and stepped on his toes with her heel. Fang Botao felt pain and remembered the iron rule that he could not question the commander.
He quickly stood on the table, raised his gun, aimed at Bai Wenrui behind the crowd, closed his eyes, pulled the trigger, and fired the first gunshot of the day.
The sound was like thunder, startling the onlookers so much that they dropped the melons in their hands and stood there in a state of shock.
No way, are we really going to fight?
Killing zombies is understandable, and quarreling or fighting over supplies is also understandable, but their ammunition will only become less and less, and the psychics will be their last umbrella of protection against the zombies. Killing one means one less. Do the two camps really have to kill each other like this?
Bai Wenrui stopped where he was, not because he was scared by the gun. The shot from the opposite side did not hit him at all, but hit the open space at his feet.
He stopped because he found that he did not succeed in using his transformation ability that he was supposed to use.
Not only Bai Wenrui, but many other psychics who were originally eager to fight a big battle also changed their expressions.
Shu Lan reached out and took Fang Botao's gun and handed it to Shu Maomao. Shu Maomao used his strengthened arm to reload the gun and casually pulled the trigger at Lin Yi who was rushing towards him like crazy.
He didn't even have time to aim. The people around Lin Yi covered their heads, screamed, and ducked to avoid him. But when they looked back, no one was accidentally injured. Only Lin Yi fell down after being hit in the heart by a bullet.
This commander of District 10, who once controlled the lifeline of a region, was as noble as a god, called himself the savior, and was always arrogant, was nothing more than a mortal who could be killed by a single bullet.
"Brother Lin——"
Seeing his childhood friend who had always protected him die in front of him, Bai Wenrui's eyes were bloodshot. He wailed, quickly snatched the gun from the person kneeling next to him, and aimed at the woman standing on the high ground.
"Bang!"
Shu Maomao's dark eyes were fixed on the muzzle of the gun in the distance. The bullet that flew out of the barrel at high speed was forcibly changed direction under the control of the metal-type ability and penetrated Bai Wenrui's forehead.
"Commander-eh?"
Fang Botao, who hurriedly blocked Shu Lan, heard the gunshot and turned back in confusion, and saw Bai Wenrui lying on the ground with his eyes open.
How could this person commit suicide so suddenly?
Shu Lan pushed him away, smiled slightly at the people kneeling with weapons in their hands, the distraught psychics, and the panic-stricken ordinary people, raised the loudspeaker, and spoke softly.
"Everyone is welcome to join District Nine. We can only have one commander here, and that only requires a sufficiently powerful psychic. No one should cause trouble from now on, so continue to sign up."
Su Zhen, who was standing next to Zhong Mei, holding a pen and paper and responsible for registering ordinary people, looked in a daze at Lin Yi's body lying in a pool of blood not far away. She couldn't believe that the person who almost killed her died so easily in front of her.
So Qin Xiaoshuang, who appeared in front of her tent that morning, was not just superficially wanting to hug Lin Yi's thighs. She was the only one who was superficial from beginning to end.
The team lined up again, without any noise or disturbance, and in an orderly manner.
Zhong Mei gently pushed Su Zhen and pointed at the person in front of her: "Stop looking, it's time to hand out cookies."
Su Zhen took out a biscuit from the box and handed it to the older sister in front of her. She followed the procedure mentioned earlier and asked, "Name, age."
Shu Lan took the gun from Shu Maomao and gave it back to Fang Botao, who was standing next to him. She also said disdainfully, "Your shooting skills are terrible. You're not even as good as a five-year-old child."
Fang Botao: "...How dare I compare myself with Master Maomao."
Only an uninformed person would mistake their commander's son for a five-year-old child. Everyone in District 9 regarded this child as a god and usually didn't dare to even look at him directly.
"Collect all the weapons of those people. Tie up all the mutants who just tried to attack me and starve them for three days. Only give them food when they are willing to obey."
"Okay, Commander."
Shu Lan whimpered briskly, "It's over. I'm so tired from standing for so long. Bring me two chairs. I'll sit here. Let's see who dares to disobey."
"Okay."
All the women on Shu Lan's side were distributing biscuits, and they were quickly distributed even with two thousand people lined up.
Zhao Hong, the first person to be deceived and who had never doubted Shu Lan from the beginning, couldn't help but shout loudly: "Qin Xiaoshuang, you are so powerful, why didn't you fight us directly from the beginning?"
Shu Lan rarely explains things to others, but everything went smoothly today and she was in a good mood. Seeing Zhao Hong with a confused look on his face, she thought he was quite funny and spoke.
"Have you never played Landlord? How can you throw a royal bomb right at the start, idiot?"
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