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Tan Jiashuo protected Weng Yali and hid behind the counter of a cosmetics store.

He turned his head and looked around, and found that in addition to the two of them, there were two younger brothers and Shan Xiong who had hidden in with them.

Shan Xiong's gun had been confiscated by Tan Jiashuo on the first day they arrived at the mall. Now he had no weapons in his hands. He just hid behind the counter nervously, staring outside.

After thinking for a while in silence, he asked Weng Yali to take out the pistol from the space and hand it to Shan Xiong.

Weng Yali was unhappy in her heart, but she couldn't help being unhappy given the current situation.

So, when Shan Xiong looked at the pistol handed to him, he was a little surprised.

"After we deal with this group of people, I will come and settle the score with you." Tan Jiashuo said coldly.

Shan Xiong silently curled the corners of his lips and took the gun calmly, "Okay."

Everyone was hiding everywhere and the mall was very quiet.

A moment later, footsteps were heard from the entrance, and military boots made a squeaking sound on the broken glass fragments.

A dozen mercenary members walked into the mall cautiously with guns in hand, quickly searching for the figures of Tan Jiashuo and his group.

These people were all mercenaries who had fought on the battlefield. They were well-trained and easily found the hiding place of Tan Jiashuo and others.

As a result, thirty or forty people were quickly caught and taken to the lobby on the first floor.

"Get down!" A mercenary pointed his gun at the back of everyone's head and shouted, "Everyone, get down!"

Thirty or forty people were huddled together, all squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. Their guns and weapons had been confiscated by the group of mercenaries.

Now they are like fish on the chopping board.

"You have quite a few guns." The leader of the mercenary group looked at the confiscated guns and sneered, "I didn't expect you guys to have dozens of guns."

Although this group of people's guns are far fewer and less sophisticated than theirs, they still have some skills to own dozens of guns.

Tan Jiashuo didn't say anything.

These guns were collected bit by bit over the past six months.

And those confiscated from Shan Xiong a few days ago.

I usually don’t want to take it out and use it, for fear that the bullets will be gone.

But now, the guns they had accumulated for a long time were taken away.

"To tell you the truth, we have been keeping an eye on this mall of yours for several days."

The team leader put his hands on his hips, slowly walked in front of Tan Jiashuo, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"I was the one who injured your arm."

Tan Jiashuo raised his head suddenly and looked at him in surprise, "It's really you guys!"

The team leader shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly: "In today's world, isn't it just you rob me and I rob you, to see who can rob the other? You don't have the ability and can't rob us, then you are useless."

Tan Jiashuo opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute.

Yes, the world is so cruel nowadays.

The peacetime system is no longer applicable, and laws are not worth mentioning.

Nowadays, fists speak and strength is respected.

They were not as skilled as others and became prisoners, which was their fate.

But no one expected that they would guard this shopping mall and occasionally rob people who accidentally broke into the mall, such as Lu Xinyi and others before.

But they never thought that one day they would be robbed in their own stronghold.

What an irony.

"Who among you is a space-related mutant?" asked the leader of the mercenary group.

"There are no space-related esper."

"No?" The leader obviously didn't believe it, and snorted coldly, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I will kill you all, and the space-based psychics will naturally drop the supplies."

As he spoke, he began to load the gun.

Then, he turned the gun and shot directly into the chest of a younger brother next to him.

Before the little brother could even scream, blood gushed out of his chest.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief. His body tilted and he fell to the ground silently.

"Gangzi!" Tan Jiashuo cried out in pain, "Gangzi!"

Unfortunately, no response was received.

He turned his head and glared at the leader of the mercenary group angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "Kill me if you want to kill me! Leave the others alone!"

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" The leader pointed the gun at him and sneered, "If you refuse to hand over the supplies, you will all die."

"Kill me if you dare." Facing the threatening and warning gaze from the other party, Tan Jiashuo gritted his teeth and said, "I will never hand over the supplies."

Shan Xiong beside him whispered, "Tan Jiashuo, don't confront them head-on. If the supplies are gone, we can still find them again, but if the people are gone, then everything is gone."

"Shut up!" Tan Jiashuo shouted, "This is my business, it has nothing to do with you!"

The head of the group glanced at the two men, pointed at Shan Xiong and said, "I think what he said makes sense."

Tan Jiashuo looked gloomy and didn't answer him.

The captain didn't care. He swept his gun over everyone one by one. Seeing everyone's necks shrinking in fear, he laughed happily.

"Since you are so afraid of death, then just hand over the supplies honestly. I said, as long as you hand over the supplies, I can spare your lives."

The companion who had just been beaten to death next to him was still bleeding, and the blood dyed the ground beneath him red, forming a small river.

The others saw this and were terrified.

Someone came up to Tan Jiashuo and whispered, "Boss, why don't you just give them the supplies? Life is the most important thing."

“Yeah, boss,” the others whispered in agreement, “I don’t want to die.”

Tan Jiashuo turned his head and looked at everyone who was worried, and felt very uncomfortable.

He selfishly didn't want to hand over the supplies. After all, they were obtained by everyone with great effort. If the supplies were gone, how would they survive?

But, everyone is right, life is the most important thing.

If you lose your life, there is no point in guarding all those supplies.

"If we hand over the supplies, will you really let us go?" Looking up, he asked the leader of the mercenary group in a serious tone.

The team leader nodded and said, "Of course, I keep my word."

Tan Jiashuo frowned, and after a mental struggle, he said to Weng Yali, "Yali, give them the supplies."

"...Jia Shuo."

"Give it to me." Tan Jiashuo said in a serious tone, "It's more important to keep your life."

Weng Yali had no choice but to take out most of the supplies in the space and pile them on the open space next to it.

"Is that all?" Looking at the few supplies in front of him, the leader was a little dissatisfied. "I advise you not to hide them. Hand over all the supplies!"

Weng Yali was about to cry and said, "It's not that I don't want to take it out, it's just that there are only so many. It's been more than half a year since the end of the world, and the supplies that can be used have been almost used up. How can we easily find a lot of supplies?"

"Really?" The captain's eyes turned cold, and he shot Weng Yali without hesitation, "Kill you and we'll know if you have hidden anything."

"Yali!"

Tan Jiashuo screamed and turned to pounce on Weng Yali.