The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

Professor Jin is going to a villa area.

There were security guards in the community who stopped the two of them.

Professor Jin showed his old face, and after the portrait was correctly recognized, the security guard let them in.

The houses in the villa area are of good quality and did not collapse during the earthquake.

However, the floors were too low and most of them were buried in snow. The property management staff were insufficient and could not be cleared away at all.

Professor Jin spent a long time identifying and found the wrong one twice in a row before he found which one he wanted to go to.

No wonder he couldn't recognize it. The house was buried like the horizon, so he couldn't recognize it.

If you want to go in, you need to clear the snow first.

Taking out the engineer shovel, Zuo Ling accepted his fate and shoveled the snow.

Professor Jin was unprepared and found a piece of dead wood to use as a shovel.

Zuo Ling shoveled and filled the space, clearing a passage for the two of them to enter.

With three floors above ground and two floors underground, the villa is very luxuriously decorated.

But the photo of the master bedroom... shows a young couple, definitely not Professor Jin and his wife.

"Your son's house?"

Professor Jin hummed angrily: "It's useless. None of them are around when you need them."

they?

"You have two sons?"

Professor Jin became even more angry: "Three."

Three! Don’t senior intellectuals need family planning?

"Why can you have three children? The family planning office doesn't care?"

Speaking of this, Professor Jin said proudly: "They want to take care of it, but they can't. I gave birth to three sons in one birth."

No wonder!

"Where are they? Are they not in the country?"

Triplets were rare, and they were born from the belly of a high-ranking intellectual, so Zuo Ling became interested in gossip.

Professor Jin's face darkened: "Two are abroad and one is in the Southern Military Region."

It’s a bit miserable to not have any of our three sons with us.

Those in the military area cannot afford to buy a house like Noah's Ark. If they can afford it, they don't dare to buy it blatantly.

It means that at least one of the old man's sons is rich and should be the owner of the house.

What does the other son do? Zuo Ling's Bagua heart was burning, but she held back.

The relationship is not that good, and he pries too much, which makes him annoying.

Professor Jin said: "You can take my daughter-in-law's clothes and jewelry as you like. The rest, we will share equally."

"No, I won't fight with you until your daughter-in-law comes back."

The end of the world is coming, and those who are abroad will most likely not be able to come back. But Professor Jin didn't know that Zuo Ling had to put on a show.

"Hmph, none of them are here when they need to fulfill their filial piety. If you take something from them, you can do something to me. If you dare to show your teeth, break their legs and take it as you please."

Zuo Ling is not polite. He can't come back anyway, so he won't take advantage of others sooner or later.

The rich mistress has too many good things, including dozens of furs, long and short, not to mention anything else.

Except for bags, shoes, and used cosmetics and skin care products, everything else will be taken away.

He gave half of the fur to Professor Jin:

"The fur keeps you warm, take it back and give it to Aunt Tang to wear."

Professor Jin did not refuse. He went upstairs and took all his son's leather jackets, fur jackets, down jackets, quilts, duvets and other warm items to the lobby on the first floor, waiting to be loaded into the car.

俩人从地下室找到500箱木炭，30箱压缩饼干，茅台、五粮液各50箱，200多瓶葡萄酒。精装米面各2000斤，5升食用油50桶、盐500斤、各类干货若干。

Some condiments such as soy sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, aniseed pepper, dried chili pepper, etc.

200 boxes of canned fish, canned luncheon meat, canned braised pork, canned fruit, and 20 boxes of vacuum-packed bacon, sausage and square ham.

大功率太阳能发电板20块，汽柴油发电机10台，大容量蓄电池10个、卡式炉5个，卡式炉气罐16瓶装的50箱。

Ten military tents, 50 sets of acid-resistant and radiation-proof suits, 50 sets of gas masks, and thousands of medical masks.

There are three double-door refrigerators and three large-capacity freezers, each storing varying amounts of frozen meat, seafood, dumplings, Lantern Festival hand cakes and other semi-finished products.

Everything else is okay, normal people, who keeps compressed biscuits, and they don’t taste good.

Seeing Zuo Ling's doubts, Professor Jin said: "My son's friend is a doomsday theorist. If he follows the trend, he is just joining in the fun."

Sighing: "Oh, I didn't expect it to be useful one day."

The old man looked lonely, probably worried about his son abroad.

Take out most of the wood found on the road, put it in a military mesh bag, and hang it on the cargo handle.

The trailers and cargo compartments were packed to the brim, leaving no gaps.

Those that couldn't fit were unpacked and stuffed inside. There were many others that couldn't be packed, so Zuo Ling secretly packed them into the space and took them out when he returned.

After loading the car, I was tired and hungry, so I took out the food I had prepared and padded my stomach before heading back.

Professor Jin brought two portions of braised rabbit meat, fried fish and rice, one of which was for Zuo Ling.

Packed in an insulated lunch box, it's still warm.

Zuo Ling refused and ate the Roujiamo mutton soup he brought.

"Little girl, you can tell the difference clearly." Professor Jin sounded reproachful, but not angry.

"The weather is abnormal. I think days like this will continue for a long time. Watch your food carefully. Maybe it will be difficult to eat such a meal in the future."

Zuo Ling reminded intentionally.

Professor Jin was just about to put the food into his mouth when he heard what Zuo Ling said, his movements stopped, and he suddenly couldn't eat anymore.

After being in a daze for a while, he sighed and silently put food into his mouth. It tasted like chewed meat.

Zuo Ling used mutton soup to soak the waterfall with some of its favorite cat food.

The little guy knew he was outside, so he didn't pick any questions and ate deliciously.

After dinner, get in the car and head back.

Less than a third of the way, the path was blocked by a large tree in the middle of the road.

When we arrived, all the trees on the road were cleared, and blocking trees appeared out of thin air... Zuo Ling sneered.

Professor Jin also thought of this and his expression turned ugly.

Zuo Ling said to Professor Jin: "Don't get out of the car, wait in the car."

He took out the bulletproof helmet from his backpack, put it on, and put the waterfall on the seat.

The waterfall does not dry up, and the left spirit does not let go of its claws.

"Don't be afraid, stay in the car, I'll be back soon."

Regardless of whether the waterfall was willing or not, Zuo Ling forced it to Professor Jin.

Four big men came out from behind, left and behind.

Two were carrying knives and two were carrying sticks, looking arrogant.

Zuo Ling got off the car.

Although Professor Jin is old, he is a grown man and is in danger. It is somewhat uncomfortable for a girl to stand out.

When he was thinking about how to help Zuo Ling, he saw four people falling to the ground.

Professor Jin blinked, blinked again, rubbed with his hands, and rubbed again. Is he dazzled?

The four of them seemed to be tied up by something, twisting on the snow like worms, cursing.

Zuo Ling recharged his stun guns one by one. Those who are mean-mouthed should refill them twice more.

The four of them were honest and well-behaved, allowing Zuo Ling to manipulate them.

He pulled back the rope that bound the immortals, and took off all his coats, gloves, hats and shoes. After cleaning them, he picked up the four of them and threw them into the snowdrift.

He threw the clothes he took off in the opposite direction, clapped his hands after throwing them away, moved the big tree away, and returned to the car as if nothing had happened.

After walking a long way, Professor Jin found his voice and stammered:

"You... you... don't worry, don't worry, I, I... won't... tell anyone."

Zuo Ling glanced at him:

"What should you worry about? You won't say anything? They didn't walk properly and fell into the snow. What does it have to do with me?"

Professor Jin: "..."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's none of our business if they don't walk properly."

The words "our business" brought us closer.

If Professor Jin said it was none of 'your business', Zuo Ling would never pay attention to Professor Jin's family again.

It was still more than half an hour's drive from the city. The wheels of the car made a screeching sound. The car skidded on the spot and spun half a circle. With the trailer behind it, there was no force on it and it nearly tipped over.

md, rolling nail board!

Seven or eight big men roared and rushed out from all directions.

Just after leaving the hell gate, Zuo Ling lost his temper. He pulled out a small crossbow from his backpack, opened the car window, and fired repeatedly.

She didn't hit the vital parts, but only the arms and legs.

After several rounds of shooting, the whole place howled miserably.

Two of them saw something was wrong and turned around to run away, but it was already too late. Zuo Ling repaired the holes one by one.

Professor Jin had never seen such a battle before and was trembling with fear.

Zuo Ling set up the crossbow and got out of the car.

The leather boots made a squeaking sound on the snow.

She walked slowly, shaking every step, looking like a mafia boss.

The few people who were so arrogant just now had a lot of tears and runny noses:

"Girl, we are ignorant and have offended you. Your Majesty, please spare us."

"Girl, it's our fault. The lard has deceived your heart. We will apologize to you. You are so generous and you can spare us this time."

"Girl, our house has collapsed, and we can't live a good life. We are forced to do evil. Even if we can get by, we won't be able to come out. Please be kind and let us go."

"..."

All of them have their own reasons, and they are very eloquent, just like the cliche saying that there is an eighty-year-old mother above and a baby waiting to be fed below.