Apocalyptic Red Alert

“Pah!” A slam dunk sounded behind Han Feng’s head.

“Fuck you! You have to challenge my patience, don’t you?! To seek protection, you have to look like you’re begging for help! Fuck you…”

The thin man kept muttering unbearable words.

“…” Han Feng was silent for a moment. Under the ridicule and abuse of the two, his anger value had reached its peak.

The reason for coming here is very simple, that is, to find the whereabouts of a large number of goods at the gas station.

Now that the whereabouts of the goods have been found, Han Feng doesn’t have to hide it.

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Listening to the words of the yellow-haired thin man, it seems that there is an incredible organization behind them. Being able to shelter so many people in the end times… It should not be a simple organization.

But it is obvious that this organization is not a formal organization at first glance, otherwise it would not have found such two idiots to be stationed here.

"Fuck you! You idiot! Your eyes are fucking..."

The air suddenly became quiet...

"Come on! Keep cursing!" Han Feng pointed the gun at the thin yellow-haired man after pulling out the gun from his waist.

"Take a fake..."

"Bang!"

The fat man sitting next to him was about to say that Han Feng was holding a fake gun, but before he could finish his words, Han Feng fired a shot at the ceiling.

The huge gunshot and echo were particularly harsh in the closed environment, and the bottomless bullet hole on the ceiling showed the extraordinary power of this gun.

In an instant, the two men stood straight, their hands timidly stretched forward, and their faces were full of flattery and fawning.

"Brother, brother, brother! Don't, don't shoot! I, I, I, I was wrong!!" The two men wanted to explain something incomparably.

"It is said that singing is better than speaking. Okay, I will listen to a part today!" Han Feng pointed the gun at the yellow-haired man and said, "You like to talk, right?! You like to swear, right? Come on, sing for me! Sing Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf for me! Sing it ten times!"

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat... Big Big Wolf... Big Brother! I really can't sing! Please! Stop playing!" The yellow-haired man begged Han Feng with a face full of tears and laughter.

"You only know this one sentence, right? Come on, sing it a hundred times! If you dare to stop, I will shoot you!" Holding the gun and with a vicious expression, Han Feng successfully made a bad youth sing Pleasant Goat...

The yellow-haired man took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and sang the only Pleasant Goat he knew...

"Come, sit down. Let's chat." Seeing the yellow-haired man standing aside and singing alone, Han Feng said to the fat man again.

"Big Brother! You sit down! I can just stand~" The eyes that were originally not very visible because of the fat, after such a flattering expression... appeared even smaller.

"Just sit down if I tell you to! You ignored my words, didn't you?" Han Feng said the same words and prepared to shoot.

"Brother! Brother! Don't kill me! I was wrong!" Instantly, the fat man knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

Holding back his smile, Han Feng said, "Sit down! I'll ask you something."

"Okay, okay, ask me something." The fat man got up from the ground and sat on the stool, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Who are you?" Han Feng asked the first question.

"I'm Yang Le." The fat man said.

"I'm Li Zhi." Huang Mao said, stopping singing.

"What the hell? Did I ask you to stop?!" Han Feng asked fiercely, pointing the gun back at Huang Mao again.

"I'm sorry, brother, I'll continue singing! Happy..." The singing came again, and Han Feng retracted the gun with satisfaction.

"I said you two are sick, right? Did I ask you your names?! Who are you two? What are you doing here!" Han Feng said impatiently, rolling his eyes at the two of them.

"We are the contact persons in this area! Responsible for finding the living people!" The fat man answered Han Feng's questions one by one.

"Who! Who asked you two to come!" Han Feng asked the second question.

"Brother Wei! It was Brother Wei who asked us to come! Big brother... please, can you put down the gun?" The fat man cried and begged Han Feng.

"Brother Wei? Who is he? Where is he? What is he doing?" Ignoring the fat man's plea, Han Feng continued to ask questions.

"Brother Wei, the gangster boss. He is now in the BT prison, and he rules the entire prison! He is now collecting the living people in the city, and we are his subordinates." Without hiding anything, the fat man told everything he knew.

"What about this cargo? Is it also sent to the prison?" Han Feng asked, holding a gun in one hand and pointing to the column of the gas station with the other hand.

"Yes, yes, yes, we just register and collect people. They will be divided into many teams to find useful things and then transport them back to the prison. This is also the instruction of Brother Wei." The fat man explained Han Feng's questions as much as possible, fearing that he would cause dissatisfaction.

After the explanation, the air began to be quiet...

"Fuck, are you deaf or dumb? Sing! I didn't say stop, try again!" After that, Han Feng turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Huangmao again.

"Don't look at me as a sheep..." Huangmao rang again when pointed at by the muzzle of the gun, but his voice became more choked.

Frowning, Han Feng thought about the whole story.

Obviously, Brother Wei is in charge of the prison. Ma Zhenfa and others who met a few days ago should also be the survivors of Brother Wei.

It seems that the prison guards should be gone. They are either in collusion with Brother Wei, or...

This guy called Brother Wei, he sent so many people out... to collect all kinds of supplies... what is he going to do?

I learned from Ma Zhenfa that the prison is a place where survivors gather. Is it just a gathering place?

Han Feng pondered for a while.

Forget it, I will go to the prison in a few days anyway. Since I agreed to Ma Zhenfa's request, I will know after a few days.

Looking at the two people trembling in front of him, Han Feng was in a dilemma...

Shoot them to death? No, although their attitude is bad, they are not guilty of death.

Let them go? I am a little unwilling...

After thinking about it, Han Feng said, "Come here, both of you! Stand side by side! Kick each other, keep kicking! No rest! I'm going to go out for a cigarette, let me hear the noise is quiet or no noise... You two know the consequences!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Big brother! Don't worry!" After saying it in unison, the two began to "fight each other"...

Pull open the shutter door and Han Feng walked out. He lit a cigarette and looked back at the two people who were kicking each other. He smiled evilly and pulled down the shutter door. He walked straight to the car.

"Let's go home~" Han Feng smiled after saying that. He thought that these two stupid roe deer didn't know that they had left, and he didn't know how long they would kick each other.

He returned to the car and started the ignition. "Everyone, go home first." He notified everyone in his mind and took the accelerator to start first.

Half an hour later, Han Feng led the convoy back to the villa.

"As usual, put the diesel generator back on the second floor. The weapons of the dead soldiers are hidden." When getting off the car and closing the door, Han Feng commanded everyone's actions through remote commands.

"Brother Han, you are back. Where is Xiaopeng? Is Xiaopeng obedient today?" Wei Yun, who heard the movement, went out first to greet him and asked about Xiaopeng's situation.

"Um... this... how can I tell you this... Xiaopeng..." Han Feng hesitated and didn't know how to explain to Wei Yun. He scratched the back of his head with one hand and looked a little embarrassed...

Looking at Wei Yun's gradually anxious expression, Han Feng hurriedly said, "Listen to me first, Xiaopeng used his superpowers, which made him weak. Now he is asleep and not injured, don't worry."

As he spoke, Han Feng's mind was connected