In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Wang Xingsheng gently picked up the little boy from the ground, looked at the two brothers lying unconscious on the ground, and squeezed out two words through his teeth.

"know."

Song Jinhe's face suddenly darkened: "It's good to know each other. The two of them tricked us into coming out of the safety door in an attempt to kidnap me for supplies.

I originally wanted to kill them directly, but thinking that they are brothers of yours, Brother Wang, and we have some friendship, I thought of discussing it with you.

How to solve this matter. "

Wang Xingsheng exhaled heavily and smiled with difficulty: "I know they were confused and made mistakes. I beg you, can you spare their lives?"

Song Jinhe tapped his fingertips on the back of his left hand and shook his head slightly.

"Brother Wang, they all used deadly moves just now. If Cheng Qianhuai and I weren't strong enough, we would be the two dead now.

Who will spare our lives? "

Wang Xingsheng opened his mouth. He knew that all the mistakes in this matter were Lao Zhang and Lao Zhou's fault. The 18th Floor was indeed the victim from beginning to end.

The little boy climbed up with difficulty, ran to Song Jinhe on his knees and grabbed her trousers.

“Sister, please let my dad go, please.

He is a good person, and he is all for me and grandma. "

He was so hungry that he could hardly shed tears. With a hoarse voice, he kept kowtowing to Song Jinhe and begging for mercy.

“Please sister, please.

We haven't been able to eat for a long time. Dad did it all for me. Just kill me. I'm a burden. It's all my fault for dragging down dad and grandma. "

He sobbed and cried, like a wounded little animal, in pain and despair.

Song Jinhe frowned and helped him up, reached out to help the boy dust off his knees, and took out a tissue to wipe away the tears on his face.

"Your father did nothing wrong for you, but his fault was that he wanted both of our lives.

If he wants to support you and grandma, he can go out to search for supplies when the wind and snow stop, and fight for a way out with his life.

But he didn't choose, he wanted to harm people. "

Now that the weather has turned warm, I can barely go out to search for supplies if I wear thicker clothes. Although the possibility of finding supplies is very small, it is not zero.

In the final analysis, it was just Zhang Shimin who was greedy and cowardly, so he set his sights on harming the 18th floor.

The little boy looks to be 12.3 years old and is not unreasonable.

He knew that his father had made a mistake, but he did not want to lose his family.

No one in the room said a word. Who doesn't have evil seeds in his heart now? But some people do it, and some people just dare to think about it.

Some of them were glad that they had not taken action and would not have ended up like this.

Some people are sad, as if they have seen themselves cornered in the future.

Wang Xingsheng pulled the little boy back, his back bent very low, and he lowered his head to plead with Song Jinhe.

"They are wrong, and I will teach them a lesson, but please don't take their lives?

He still has children. If Lao Zhang dies, neither his mother nor the children will be able to survive. "

Song Jinhe looked at the tearful little boy in front of him and exhaled heavily: "What lessons can offset the evil they did?"

Wang Xingsheng opened his mouth, closed his eyes tightly and said, "Just think that each of them owes you a life, and use materials to pay for their lives. How about each of them owes you 200 kilograms of grain.

They are required to pay it back within a month. If they fail to do so, I will kill them with my own hands, which can be regarded as an explanation to you. "

Song Jinhe looked at the little boy kneeling in front of her, looked into these clear eyes, and finally agreed.

"can."

After all, she had not been substantially harmed, and there was no point in breaking up with Wang Xingsheng because of these two people.

The end of the world is approaching, and she cannot make enemies everywhere. After all, if Building 3 is really in trouble in the future, she and Cheng Qianhuai alone will not be able to defend it.

Wang Xingsheng's team is considered a powerful force, and it is much better to make friends than to make enemies.

After all, the water on the ground will completely evaporate when the scorching heat comes, and there will be many people rushing into the survivor base camp at night to burn, kill, and loot.

She had experienced this kind of tragedy in her previous life. The floor where she once lived with the Song family was occupied, and the ground was covered with blood and villains eating bread and celebrating.

If she hadn't taken advantage of the chaos and escaped with the Song family, it's unclear whether she would have survived.

Building No. 3 will experience such a disaster sooner or later. She must find an ally for herself and pave a way out.

The reason why Zhang Zhouren was not killed was to make Wang Xingsheng owe her another favor. When trouble came in the hot summer, he would never be able to just throw down the 18th floor and run away, and he would always lend a helping hand.

Going further, she really couldn't bear to see such a thin little boy lose his father and eventually starve to death in the last days.

Giving the little boy a way to survive can also be regarded as accumulating good deeds for himself.

Song Jinhe raised his eyes and looked at the crowd of people in the room. They were all as hungry as skin and bones. Gao Youyou and Gao Lele, who were huddled in the crowd, were not much better.

In fact, this group of people are still alive today, and they can be considered to be well-led by Wang Xingsheng.

If he wants to lead so many people to make a living in the last days, no one knows how heavy the burden is on his shoulders.

"Then I will let these two people go, but if they do it again..."

Song Jinhe did not finish his words, but walked out of 1602 with Cheng Qianhuai.

Back in 1801, Cheng Qianhuai looked at Song Jinhe with approval: "You handled this matter well, you can take control of their team directly.

If you kill these two people directly, although Wang Xingsheng can't tell you what's wrong with you, he will always feel dissatisfied. After all, those two are his dead brothers.

Although he doesn't say anything, there will always be dissatisfaction in the future, and the people under him will also hate us on the 18th floor.

Your handling of this situation can be regarded as a warning to them. No one will have the courage to provoke us again, and they also know that their team has received our favor. "

Song Jinhe nodded, nestled on the sofa and sighed: "Actually, I felt that the child was pitiful. He was so hungry that he almost didn't have the strength to cry. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me to admit his mistake."

Cheng Qianhuai thought for a moment and then said: "Have you considered integrating all the survivors in Building 3?"

Song Jinhe became interested, sat up from the sofa and looked at him: "What does this mean?"

"We can't guarantee that there won't be another natural disaster. Now the survivors are short of food and clothing. Those of us who are slightly richer will always be targeted.

Instead of always being the outlier in Building 3, you might as well leak some supplies from your fingers to them and let this group of people use you.

The more people you can use, the safer you will be and the better you can protect what you have.

After all, it's not enough for just the two of us. No matter how strong the doors and windows are, someone will always be able to break in. You might as well collect the survivors in the building as your bodyguards, which can not only save you some trouble, but also have someone willing to protect you. "

Cheng Qianhuai had seriously considered this matter. He was living so well on the 18th floor that he was always envied by others.

Whether it's those in Building 3 or the other survivors, there will always be a steady stream of people targeting her.