[Full-time expert umbrella repair] How to survive in the wild with your enemies

The people supported each other and silently huddled in the corner, but they were the two most embarrassed living people in the audience.

The miserable two bit their ears in a low voice.

Ye Xiu muttered, "Hey, if you overacted, will you be kicked out of the team?"

Su Muqiu was not in a hurry: "It's a big deal, we'll just follow up."

Ye Xiu glanced at him and saw the unconcealable An Ran joy in Su Muqiu's eyes. He tilted his head to look, his gaze slowly moved down, and finally put it on Su Muqiu's bulging lower back. With a pat, he immediately understood that Su Muqiu insisted on wearing that The reason for the calico turban, he tied the booty around his waist

"How much did you pick up... You made up your mind to rob it, right?" Ye Xiu sighed, but boldly touched Su Muqiu's clothes, and hid the necklace and ring he picked up.

"It's better than selling those things in the tribe! I have been targeted for the first time, and there can be no second time."

Su Muqiu answered distractedly, he kept looking in a certain direction, not knowing what to look at.

His five senses go from good to bad, like a sensor that doesn't work, a vague feeling that makes him intuit that there is something in the forest.

A bodyguard counting the number of people passed by the two, and Su Muqiu snatched the gun from the opponent's hand, aimed at the dark part of the forest, and tapped the trigger.

There was a "bang" gunshot, the flames sprayed, the bullet passed through the treetops with great precision, and there was a soft and crisp sound that no one except Su Muqiu heard, and it was unknown what it hit.

At this moment, Su Muqiu suddenly realized that the terminal hanging on his wrist was flickering frantically at some point...

The ear-piercing scratching sound of metal railings rattled and swayed. Qiu Fei put down his half-eaten dinner, frowned and walked to the window. He heard the voices of strangers chatting outside the gate of the factory area.

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Qiu Fei took a deep breath: It's my turn to fight!

47, 39-Up: Unforeseen circumstances

Qiu Fei hid by the window, turned off the light vigilantly, and observed the people below with the last ray of sunlight before sunset.

There were a total of three people by the gate. They didn't look strong, but there was a crooked look in their appearance, and their smiles made Qiu Fei instinctively disgusted.

The three climbed over the low wall and swaggered into the factory area.

"I came back last time to buy wine for someone. At that time, the place was full of fallen leaves and rubbish. The building didn't even have a few glass windows. It had been abandoned for at least three or five years. It looks much cleaner now. ..." said the man with a large circle of ghost painting tattoos on his arms and cheeks, "But the lights are all dark, is there no one in this room?"

"I've never heard of anyone living here. What about factory workers? They steal people's things to sell. Come with us."

The second person was dyed a head of golden-brown intertwined soil hair, and his tone was vulgar. He had just stepped on the foot of the last shorter companion by the wall, and at this moment he slammed his wrist, "Fuck it, what the fuck? I trampled on Lao Tzu, and I will look good with you."

"Second brother, don't be angry, as soon as it's done tonight, there are a lot of flirtatious women in the tavern in the alley waiting to 'show you'."

The short man smiled and answered cheerfully, and the tattooed man burst into laughter and applauded loudly.

The miscellaneous-haired man grinned sinisterly, his eyes were sinister: "It's a matter of black people eating black people, the rich man was covered in lard, and he brought people by his side to block him to death, and even secretly hired us to uncover their family background. Just take it away, it’s really cannibalism.”

"They're all bad guys. If there's an accident, they're afraid they'll lose their money and their lives."

"What the hell, as long as there's money to be made. What does he want? Rabbit fur with a mouse's tail?"

"What the hell is that, hahaha... he must be crazy."

……

The three of them were talking dirty things, Xu looked at no one and relaxed his vigilance, and the topic turned all the way to women.

The tattooed man suddenly raised his head, Qiu Fei's heart tightened, and he hurriedly retreated behind the wall, his heart pounding, but he was groping for the spear he was carrying with him.

This spear was no longer the one he used in the tribe. It was Su Muqiu's tailor-made one for him after cutting some ore and metal to test the performance of the factory's machinery when he was repairing the mecha.Qiu Fei has been doing morning exercises and running laps.

He took a deep breath, bowed his waist, and went downstairs quietly.

The three of them slammed into the locked door of the dormitory building several times, but failed to open it. It seems that someone inside the door really changed the lock.

"Second, what should we do now?" the tattooed man asked in a daze.

The miscellaneous head looked away, and raised his chin, "Stupid, if you don't go through the door, of course you go through the window, are you an idiot?"

"Oh oh oh..."

At that time, all the complete glass windows were given priority to the factory. On the first and second floors of the dormitory building, as for the third floor, there was not a single one.But of course, the three of them couldn't see that there were no windows on the third floor, so they climbed up to the third floor and turned in. The short man picked up a stone and threw it far away. Scum.Several people stepped on the shards of glass and stepped into the house with ease.

The first floor of the dormitory building is the living area. There are not many things. It is just that I didn’t know what it was going to be used for when it was first built. Except for the hall, the rest of the space is arranged in a winding way.

The three of them never thought that someone in this dilapidated factory could be connected to the electricity, so they never thought about turning on the lights. After breaking through the window, they walked in the dark for a while, and found signs of recent occupancy.

The tattooed man pushed away several sets of worker uniforms hanging on the rack for ventilation, pinched his nose and shouted: "It stinks...! Has this been eaten by bedbugs? Why don't you throw it away?"

He fiddled with the shelf, and there were a lot of messy things hanging on it, including bacon and other things. The tattooed man had a simple brain circuit, and he was bold and fearless. He chewed a piece and was immediately half dead.Biting his tongue, he continued to rummage, and found that apart from the worker uniforms that were separated for ventilation, there were a few sets beside them to dry, and the refreshing soap smelled quite good.

Especially the two sets of clothes at the farthest corners, one is white, solemn and well-decorated, just like what a country leader would wear; the other is black, with a strange shape, wide shoulders and narrow waist, elastic texture, and interlaced stripes.These two sets are particularly good-looking, and the tattooed head was held on to the body, and he was embarrassed to realize that not only was the leg not long enough to drag the floor, but he was no longer fat, and his waist was still two circles short.

"Steal it... I stole it from which store, I will go next time." The tattooed man muttered, giving up taking the two sets of clothes that he couldn't wear, he took a few steps back after thinking about it, and slipped a silver button Buckle away.

"Second brother, how many chairs are there here!" The short man poked his head and called out, "It looks like a dining table, with a tablecloth on it, and a few small blue flowers inserted in the empty wine bottle, it's well-arranged." .The vagrants are also so poor and fastidious?”

"Don't call me this kind of boring discovery!"

The miscellaneous head scolded, the short man shrugged his shoulders, and went back to the kitchen to rummage around: "Hey, there are eggs and bread! Umm..."

"Look for their rooms, warehouses, safes, grocery baskets, and even under rotten newspapers. Who knows where they will hide their things? Look through them all, don't miss anything, do you hear me?" The two hurriedly responded to know, but it is not difficult to guess that they stole some half coins in some boring place and ate the food left by the people.

Zamaotou snorted coldly, cursed inwardly with displeasure, turned around and walked in alone, and reached the edge of the stairs.

There was a cupboard under the stairs, and the miscellaneous head was about to pull it open for inspection, when he heard a creak, and looked up vigilantly, but there was no one on the old and corroded wooden stairs.

The second floor at the end of the stairs is dark, as if something is about to run out, which makes people panic.

Miscellaneous hair frowned, gave up the cupboard, and vigilantly held the handrail and went up step by step, staring straight at the depths of the stairs. When he stepped on the sixth step, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf. He immediately screamed and rolled down. stairs!

At this moment, from the gap between the handrails of the stairs, he caught a glimpse of a short spear stained with blood, and a pair of young but calm and cautious eyes behind it, the silver spear light reflected in the eyes.

With a sound of bumping his head, Zamao fell heavily onto the stairs, his lumbar spine knocked against the corner of the stairs, his whole body went numb, and he suddenly lost all sensation below his waist.

"Second brother! What happened?!..." "What's wrong with the second brother!..."

The other two ran out in a hurry, and were shocked by the limbs twisted into weird angles by the miscellaneous head, their faces turned pale and blood faded.

When the silver spear passed through Zamaotou's calf, it was unknown whether the force was not well controlled, or the tip of the spear was too sharp, and it pierced through at once. Maotou fell unsteadily, and the pull was so abrupt that his leg got stuck in the gap between the armrests, and his calf broke into two sections on the spot.

"Look... look at the fart! Why don't you help me up?!" Za Maotou clenched his teeth and shouted.

The two hurriedly took him away from the stairs, the tattooed head was at a loss, and the short man didn't dare to watch the bloody scene, the two moved lightly, as slowly as possible, the miscellaneous head scolded again: "Fuck, hurry up, I I don’t feel any pain below the waist for the time being, so leave me alone and go after that damn child!”

"Little... child?"

"Yes." The miscellaneous head stared at the open cupboard door under the stairs, which is now empty, "He is holding a spear or a spear or something... chase him back!! Can't catch a living one , I can die! *I***..."

Amidst the miscellaneous cursing, the tattooed man and the short man hurriedly pulled out their guns and chased after them. After running a few steps, they stumbled and fell face-on to the ground with blood streaming down their faces.The two got up and saw that someone had stuck a wooden stick in the corridor, and the light was not enough, which almost made the two of them fall and bleed.

The tattooed man's eyes turned dark, and he raised his hand