End of the World: Too many goddesses, too many to stockpile

Ten minutes had passed and Gangpao was pacing anxiously in the living room.

He stared at the phone screen, constantly refreshing the message interface, but never received any reply from Lin Feng.

"Damn it, does this Lin Feng really not care about anything? Zhao Ting, give him another call. If he really doesn't come, we will release the video!"

Zhao Ting frowned. Her reputation in this neighborhood was already bad enough.

I really don't want to get into any more trouble because of this video.

However, she also understood Lin Feng's character and knew that he would not give in easily.

However, when she picked up the phone to make another call, she found the words "No Signal" displayed at the top of the screen.

"What happened? It was fine just now."

Zhao Ting shook her phone in confusion, trying to reconnect the signal.

But no matter how she tried, the phone could not regain signal.

This sudden change made her feel uneasy.

The moment Song Wei cut off the signal, Lin Feng's fingers in the group chat flew like lightning.

Quickly typed out a chilling notification.

"Emergency news! Gang Pao is now hiding in Zhao Ting's home, and the reward has been increased to food for twenty people, including the heads of Zhao Ting's family! Anyone who captures one of them can enjoy this generous reward!"

As soon as this news came out, it seemed to ignite the fanatical flames in the hearts of the neighbors, and they rushed frantically to the building where Zhao Ting lived.

Most people's eyes were full of greed and cruelty. They felt that they could not deal with the notorious gangster Gang Pao.

But wouldn’t Zhao Ting’s family, who are powerless and unable to even tie a chicken, be easy prey?

However, the elevator had stopped working due to power shortage, and Zhao Ting's family happened to live on the 10th floor.

Everyone could only gasp and step up the narrow stairs step by step.

The sounds of footsteps and breathing intertwined together, forming a loud rumbling sound.

Gang Pao, a suspicious person by nature, was immediately attracted by the unusual noise.

He frowned and stared at Zhao Ting and asked.

"What's that sound outside?"

Zhao Ting didn't care about it at all and said.

"It's just the sound of falling snow. In this weather, the roofs are covered with snow."

But Gunpao was not so easily fooled. He walked to the window.

Carefully observe the scene outside and listen carefully to the source of the sound.

He shook his head and said firmly.

"No, this is definitely not the sound of falling snow."

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Gangpao's heart, and he realized that he might be in some danger.

But in this end times, anything can happen.

He had even gotten used to the loss of cell phone signals, thinking it was just another phenomenon brought about by the disaster.

However, this feeling of uneasiness was like a dark cloud that always hung over his heart and made him unable to feel at ease.

Gang Pao's uneasiness gradually turned into vigilance. He knew very well that at this critical moment, any negligence could cost him his life.

He quickly pulled out the dagger that had been with him for many years from his waist, and the blade flashed a cold light in the dim room.

"Zhao Ting, I feel like something is not right. I'm going to go out and take a look."

Zhao Ting felt uneasy when she heard Gang Pao's words. Her eyes showed a mixture of determination and fear.

"You have to be careful."

Gang Pao nodded, took a deep breath, opened the door and stuck his head out.

He was instantly shocked by the scene before him—a group of people holding sticks and with hideous faces were rushing towards him.

There was a gleam of greed in their eyes, as if they had already seen the generous reward beckoning to them.

Gangpao's heart tightened, he knew these people had no good intentions.

They must have followed Lin Feng's command and came to kill them.

But he couldn't understand how Lin Feng commanded them when there was no cell phone signal.

Do they have other ways of communicating?

Gang Pao quickly retreated back to Zhao Ting's house, closed the door, and held the dagger tightly in his hand.

His heartbeat was accelerating, but his mind was extremely calm. He knew he had to find a way to deal with the crisis at hand.

"Oh no, Zhao Ting!"

There was a hint of tension in the sound of the steel cannon.

"The neighbors came over, and there were so many of them. They must have wanted to harm us."

When Zhao Ting heard Gang Pao's words, her face turned pale instantly.

"Boom-boom--"

A deafening sound of banging on the door suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the entire corridor.

Every impact seemed to hit Gang Pao and Zhao Ting's hearts, making their heartbeats faster.

"Open the door! Gang Pao! Zhao Ting! We know you are hiding in there! You will not be able to escape today!"

There were arrogant shouts and even more violent banging sounds coming from outside the door.

Gang Pao's heart was beating hard at that moment, and he tightly grasped the remote control in his hand.

His fingers almost dug into the cold plastic. His eyes flashed with determination.

As if ready for the impending explosion.

However, this explosion was not his original intention, but his last bargaining chip to threaten Lin Feng.

He took a deep breath, as if to draw all his courage and determination into his body.

Then he punched the button on the remote, anticipating the deafening explosion.

However, what awaited him was dead silence.

"This...how is this possible?"

The sound of the steel cannon trembled, and he pressed the button several times in succession, but there was no response.

His heart was filled with fear and confusion.

"Did anyone defuse my bomb?"

This was all thanks to Song Wei. Not only did he block the mobile phone signal, but he also blocked the bomb sensor.

However, Song Wei did not expect these.

At this time, cold sweat broke out on Gangpao's forehead, and he knew that he was in a desperate situation.

"Hahaha, don't fight with me for it. Steel Cannon's head is mine."

"Okay, I'll give you Gang Pao's head, but I want Zhao Ting's."

"I'm here to take care of that old man Zhao Jianguo."

The neighbors outside the door seemed to have seen the victory and had divided up their heads.

Zhao Ting also felt this unprecedented pressure. She grabbed Gang Pao's arm tightly, with a hint of tears in her voice.

"Gang Pao, what should we do now? You better think of a solution."

However, Gang Pao has lost all his reason and patience.

He slapped Zhao Ting in the face and roared angrily.

"Fuck you, bitch. If it weren't for your bad idea, would I be trapped here by them?"

When disaster strikes, everyone flees, not to mention that they are not husband and wife.

At the critical moment of life and death, Gang Pao vented all his anger on Zhao Ting.

He knew that he had lost the bargaining chip to threaten Lin Feng, and now he could only hope to save his life.