Professor Jin was speechless. "Yes, can it be saved?"
As the climate worsens and social order collapses, the evil in human nature will be fully unleashed.
People from outside can't get in right now, but what about later? Can the house withstand repeated bombings?
Zuo Ling added, "If you don't trust me, you can keep it for him. I won't covet it."
After saying that, he turned and left.
She's already quite wealthy; she doesn't covet gold and silver treasures. In the apocalypse, gold and silver are far less useful than food.
Knowing that Professor Jin's family was short of fuel, Zuo Ling first filled the containers with charcoal, gas cylinders, and coal gas cylinders.
As they continued pretending, they realized something was wrong.
She has a terrible sense of direction and spatial awareness. She walked back and forth several times, but something still felt wrong.
I asked Professor Jin, "Don't you think there's a problem with the second basement level?"
Professor Jin also noticed, "It seems like one room is missing."
Zuo Ling's eyes lit up. A secret room!
Professor Jin disliked Zuo Ling's greedy glare, mainly because he was more eager than Zuo Ling to rob his son's friend's house in a different location.
Feeling uneasy, Zuo Ling wondered if the treasure inside contained gold and silver, and whether she would kill someone to steal it.
Seeing that Zuo Ling was determined not to give up until she found it, he gritted his teeth and thought, "Whatever, I'll see what's inside first, whether she lives or dies."
I searched for ages but couldn't find the switch.
Zuo Ling noticed a back scratcher stuck in a vase in the corner of the room.
A vase with flowers is not unusual, but the presence of a cheap back scratcher is somewhat odd.
I pulled out a back scratcher, weighed it as I walked around, and suddenly noticed that one spot on the tooth in the oil painting on the wall was whiter than the rest. I instinctively poked it with the back scratcher.
The opposite wall slowly opened, and what came into view made me gasp – the room was filled with firearms!
Wow, pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, grenades, Molotov cocktails, all kinds of bullets, rocket launchers, miniature bombs...
The secret room connects to the basement level, creating a high-ceilinged, enclosed space.
Professor Jin's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Holy crap! Firearms are more terrifying than gold and jewels!" he exclaimed. "There are just too many!"
Grabbing Zuo Ling's arm, he said, "Girl, don't move."
He helped Zuo Ling that day because Zuo Ling didn't kill those people directly; if they died, it was their own fault.
Unlike firearms, which can directly take lives.
Zuo Ling's eyes were icy: "Why can't I move?"
Professor Jin was terrified by Zuo Ling's gaze.
Suddenly, she realized that the girl in front of her was the complete opposite of her frail appearance; she was capable of killing!
Startled, I let go and took a few steps back.
"Do you want them to fall into the hands of ruthless people so they can kill us? The world is in chaos, what's wrong with me using them for self-defense? You don't want them, but I do."
Zuo Ling picked up piles of guns and ammunition and loaded them into the car without even glancing at Professor Jin.
After two trips back and forth, Professor Jin came to his senses, remained silent, and helped Zuo Ling with the loading.
Yes, if they don't take it, the items will fall into the hands of ruthless people, and the situation will only get worse.
If you have it in your own hands, at least there will be less bloodshed. Once you understand this, you'll have peace of mind.
The guns and ammunition were wrapped tightly in tents and placed in the innermost layer of the cargo box. Charcoal was piled on top, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were placed in the middle, medicines and other sundries were placed on top, and gas cylinders were placed on the outside.
Zuo Ling loaded the truck while also putting some things into the storage space. The outside was getting more and more chaotic, so the sooner she got the things out, the sooner she could have peace of mind.
She was the one unloading the goods. When she carried them upstairs, she unloaded 20% more goods than needed. With so many items, it was hard to tell.
After the vans and trailers were fully loaded, Zuo Lingdao said:
“It’s getting more and more chaotic outside. With my little van, I’ll have to make at least ten trips. Why don’t you drive your pickup truck SUV? We can transport the goods together and make fewer trips.”
Professor Jin had the same idea.
Putting everything else aside, just looking at the corpses outside the villa shows that the security situation is getting worse and worse. No matter where you put your things, it's not as safe as your own home.
The two men filled the off-road pickup truck to the brim, cramming the cab full.
After finishing the installation, I opened the door and was stunned.
A dozen or so young men, armed with stun batons and dressed in villa security uniforms, looked at them with a nonchalant and smirking expression.
Two of them each had a pistol.
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