Zuo Ling watched coldly for a while, then, finding nothing new, closed the fire door and returned to the south balcony.
Outside the building, many people grabbed their loot and ran out.
We've tested the power of the medium crossbow, but we haven't used the large crossbow yet. We'll open the window, set up the large crossbow, and start firing down.
To my surprise, the large crossbow was much more powerful than the composite bow, and it required less effort to fire, and it could also fire three arrows at once.
Nails sprayed downwards like water; if you have the chance to grab the spoils, I'll make sure you don't have the chance to enjoy them.
The nails used in the large crossbows were not much shorter than arrows, and could pierce through a person when fired, sometimes even piercing two people with one arrow, making them incredibly powerful.
Even if the mob discovered that it was Zuo Ling who shot it, they were powerless against the high and mighty Zuo Ling.
When only a few scattered rioters remained downstairs, Zuo Ling moved to the north balcony.
The resistance in Building 5 was just as fierce as last time, but it was also more tragic due to the collusion of the disaster victims. Zuo Ling watched helplessly as the two dragged the rioters down the building together.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see this scene, which further fueled Zuo Ling's anger.
It's a bit far from Building 5, and the large crossbows can't reach it, so I'll switch to a sniper rifle.
Similarly, she doesn't care about killing people; if she accidentally kills someone, it's considered that she missed the mark.
Bang, bang, bang...
"ah……"
"Aww..."
The howling sounded like wolves, sending chills down one's spine.
Even if Zuo Ling didn't kill them, with so much blood lost and without timely treatment, it would be difficult for them to survive.
What's worse is that when someone gets injured, it's not just one person who's tied down, but several people who came with them.
I can't remember how many times I pulled the trigger; every time I pulled it, someone was shot.
Building 2 discovered the situation on Building 5 and followed suit, resulting in more and more people being maimed, causing the mob to lose heart.
Zuo Ling noticed that the gunmen who had accompanied her to support Building 5 last time were not present this time, perhaps because they were too busy to help themselves, or perhaps because they were short of bullets.
But there were also surprises.
Some people made Molotov cocktails and threw them at the rioters who were trying to escape through the east gate.
Some people even used children's toy water guns to spray gasoline downwards, and after spraying the gasoline, they threw burning firewood directly at the target.
In contrast, the resettlement area is tranquil.
Zuo Ling didn't blame them. If it were her, she would have had a hard time protecting herself, let alone having the strength to help others.
Even if they had the ability to help, the disparity in their living conditions made them unwilling to lend a hand.
Moreover, when the fire meteorite struck, none of the residents in the building offered them any help.
They are indifferent to each other, and no one can blame anyone else.
The four buildings that suffered heavy losses in the last riot are now united, pouring buckets of cold water on each other. While it may not kill people immediately, it can certainly freeze them half to death.
Some rioters ran out carrying their loot. Zuo Ling shot them in the leg first. The rioter cried out, clutching his injured leg with one hand, but still reluctant to drop his loot with the other.
Zuo Ling shot him right in the face. It didn't matter where he hit, as long as he was hit. You're lucky to have survived!
The battle lasted for more than three hours and was even more brutal than the last time, thanks to the help of an insider.
Buildings 2 and 3 suffered less damage because Bai Hongwei and Zuo Ling were there to oversee them.
More than half of the original residents of buildings 1, 4, and 5 were killed or injured.
While Bai Hongwei was leading his men to clean up the battlefield, Zuo Ling was feeling sorry for the bullets that had been fired.
She doesn't care about buying a lot of nails, but every bullet she fires is one less she has. It feels good to fire them, but it hurts when she's done.
It's only the early stages of the apocalypse. At this rate, the bullets we got from the doomsday prophecy might not be enough. I'm thinking of getting some more bullets somewhere else.
I took a nice hot shower and then took a nap while cuddling the waterfall.
The battle outside frightened the little guy. It followed Zuo Ling wherever she went, which made Zuo Ling feel very sorry for him.
I only got up slowly after hearing the loudspeaker calling everyone downstairs to clean up the mess.
After getting up, I didn't rush downstairs and had a leisurely breakfast with the waterfall.
He put on a full set of gear, including a bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet, and leg wraps, all of which were modified from the back armor of the Golden Spider-Man.
There's no way around it; with so many people killed, it's hard to guard against hidden attacks. If we don't take precautions, our lives will be in danger sooner or later.
I thought the stairwell was a scene of utter devastation, but when I came out, I found that all the bodies had been cleared away, and even the bloodstains had been wiped clean.
Because the fire doors were closed, only the bloodstains in the elevator lobby remained unremoved.
I secretly admire how diligent the people in Building 3 are! Their movements are so efficient.
Professor Jin and his wife came down early. The elderly couple were using a strange-looking object to remove the nails and bamboo arrows from the corpse.
Zuo Ling gave the old man a thumbs up. He was really good at tinkering; he had actually made a large nail opener. He had really gained experience.
The elderly couple waved to Zuo Ling and greeted her, "Good morning, young lady."
Zuo Ling: "..."
It's a perfectly ordinary sentence, but saying it amidst a pile of corpses makes it sound so strange.
"Is that the big nail yours?"
Professor Jin, avoiding people, gave a thumbs-up gesture, "Amazing! Two people strung together, two couldn't separate them, and they froze to death."
Pointing to a large pile of iron nails on the ground, he said, "Your Aunt Tang and I have dug them out. Take them back; they can still be used."
Thank you!
Professor Jin smiled and said, "No need to thank me, we're practically family."
Researcher Tang has gone from being terrified of corpses to now being able to calmly remove nails from them; the change is astonishing.
Seeing them pulling out the iron nails and bamboo arrows, the people from Building 3 helped pull them out. After they finished, they didn't say much and consciously gathered them together.
Last night's battle revealed the bodies piled up on the 21st and 22nd floors; those in Building 3 immediately knew whose iron nails and bamboo arrows they were.
Without these iron nails and bamboo arrows, their fate would have been the same as that of the people in buildings 4 and 5.
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