I’m the City Lord of the Last Days

Awesome!

Song Xingcheng gave a thumbs up to the bottom, this guy is amazing!

So here comes the important point, where did he get the pistol?

Soon Song Xingcheng\'s attention was attracted by the other side. While the man was parking and getting out of the car, the fallen zombies were also changing rapidly. The process of corruption was as if the fast-forward button was pressed. In a few minutes, there were no zombies in place, except for a little dust blown away by the wind, leaving only a transparent bead in place.

Song Xingcheng already knew this from the novels. Zombies would quickly dissipate after being killed, and the only thing left was pure energy beads, but it was the first time to see this scene with their own eyes. It was an eye-opener.

"Energy Bead", from the name, we can see the attitude of human beings towards the crystallization of the ashes of zombies in the last days in the novel, and they are very happy.

It\'s so amazing, zombies are the life and death enemies of human beings, but the energy beads obtained after killing zombies are a great tonic for human beings, which can be called mutual generation and mutual restraint.

Among other things, the energy points needed for the construction of Song Xingcheng\'s city management system came from energy beads.

Obviously, it was not the first time that the man below had killed the zombies. He had already sensed the secrets of the zombies. At this time, he skillfully picked up the energy beads on the ground with a wet towel and put them into the ceramic tea bottle in his hand.

As mentioned in the novel, as long as the energy beads are placed next to human beings, they will slowly play the role of improving human physical fitness. No matter whether this big guy with weapons knows something or hits by mistake, he has actually begun to enjoy the benefits of energy beads Effect.

Song Xingcheng watched enviously as the man who had successfully picked up the loot got into the car and left, and immediately fell into a fierce ideological struggle.

He already recognized the other party as He Qianshan, the second youngest of the He family. The Yamu villa area was developed by the He family, and the He family kept the one with the best location. When Song Xingcheng\'s grandfather was alive, the Song family could barely catch up with the He family, so Song Xingcheng had met him when he was a child.

Although there was no communication for many years later,

As Second Young Master He is a core figure in the circle, Song Xingcheng can occasionally hear news about the other party and see pictures of the other party, so he can recognize people.

After knowing the other party\'s identity, a bigger question arises. Can he ask the He family, who has no friendship at all, for clues about the source of guns and weapons?

Desperately wanting to stretch out his tentative little feet is a last resort. Song Xingcheng knows his own affairs. The city management system has great potential for development in the later stage, but basically has no combat effectiveness and self-protection ability in the early stage. It is easy to die in the last days.

"Song Xingcheng" of the dream novel personally verified this point.

In the novel, "Song Xingcheng" shares his talent with Wu Jingran and Su Xin\'er who are borrowing from his family, but this arouses their greed and fear. They want to use "Song Xingcheng\'s" talent, but they are afraid that he will develop out of control.

So I tried my best to use various good reasons for "Song Xingcheng" to prevent him from going out to kill zombies, but to provide him with a small amount of energy beads in a way of kindness. "Song Xingcheng" is indeed "safe". The speed of development is severely limited.

Later, "Song Xingcheng" sensed that something was wrong, and died of confusion after a little vigilance and resistance. He had no time to show his powerful golden fingers.

Song Xingcheng learned from his experience and clearly realized that he must arm himself to improve his combat ability and survivability under the premise of keeping secrets.

Because he not only has to protect himself, but also has the ability to kill zombies to obtain energy beads. If he doesn\'t want to be choked by others, he has to earn all the energy points needed for the early stage development of the city.

Song Xingcheng was thinking about the current situation. The good news is that he never let those two blood-sucking bugs into his house. At least he is free now.

The worry is that his combat power is only at the level of ordinary people. It is too reckless to rush out of the house to challenge the zombies, and it would be too unfair if he never returns.

At this time, the appearance of He Qianshan gave Song Xingcheng a little hope.

The wooden warehouse is the most useful weapon in the post-apocalyptic world, but it\'s a pity that ordinary people have no way to own this thing, and He Qianshan not only has a pistol, but also a rifle on his passenger seat!

Therefore, the most tangled question in Song Xingcheng\'s mind was whether or not to take the risk of contacting the second young master of the He family to inquire about guns/weapons.

After thinking over and over again, Song Xingcheng crumpled up all the documents in his hand, and finally made up his mind to take a risk to get it.

The decision was made, Song Xingcheng immediately got up and went back to the bedroom, changed into a pair of PU-coated sportswear, put on wear-resistant gloves, picked up a baseball bat, and fixed a kitchen bag around her waist.

The longest kitchen knife in the room.

After fully armed, Song Xingcheng opened the door and walked out of the yard. After observing the outside of the yard through the camera, after confirming that there was no abnormal movement, she pushed the mountain bike out of the gate.

Even though she had made enough mental preparations, Song Xingcheng still felt that her heart was beating more violently after she walked out of the house, and it sounded as if it was going to jump out of her chest in the next second.

Listening carefully to the abnormal sounds around her, Song Xingcheng rode a bicycle and rushed towards the location of the He family.

Although the whole person was so nervous that his whole body was tense, his brain was very clear and his movements were not slow. Song Xingcheng stepped on the mountain bike almost flying, walked all the way through the tree-lined road, passed by other villas, and finally found the He family. To the two SUVs parked on the lawn.

With a smart stop and tail flick, Song Xingcheng stopped in front of the gate, looked left and right, reached out to ring the doorbell, and then waited patiently.

Song Xingcheng was a little apprehensive. After a rough calculation, it was many years ago that he last saw the second young master of the He family. I don\'t know if the other party remembered him. Won\'t open the door to strangers?

Song Xingcheng didn\'t make Song Xingcheng wait long, the gate of the manor opened automatically, Song Xingcheng quickly got on the mountain bike, walked across the large green area, and rode to the front of the villa.

Standing at the gate of the villa building was a man with a serious expression and a stern demeanor. It was He Qianshan.

His suit jacket had been taken off, and the sleeves of his light gray shirt were rolled up to the elbows, exposing the powerful muscles on his arms.

He Qianshan, who was standing on the steps, looked at Song Xingcheng, and asked in an uncertain tone, "Chengzi?"

"That\'s right! I\'m Song Xingcheng, hello Brother He!"

He Qianshan still remembers himself? Song Xingcheng was immediately pleasantly surprised. It would be easier to inquire about the news with this start. In order to prevent misunderstandings, Song Xingcheng directly explained the purpose of coming, "Brother He, I see that you just came back from outside and wanted to ask what\'s going on outside. There is, uh, that..."

Following Song Xingcheng\'s gaze, He Qianshan turned his head and saw a ZK48 rifle on the porch cabinet behind him. He suddenly understood, nodded and said, "Come in first."

Sensing He Qianshan\'s kind attitude, Song Xingcheng felt that it was more dramatic, and immediately followed He Qianshan into the villa with ease.

Leading Song Xingcheng to sit down on the sofa in the living room, He Qianshan asked unexpectedly:

"There are zombies everywhere outside now, it\'s very dangerous, don\'t go out easily, do you have any relatives or friends that you must find out of Yamu?"

Song Xingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "No." He was already alone,

Protecting yourself is the most important thing.

He Qianshan carefully observed his expression, and found that Song Xingcheng was really free and easy, and was not bothered by his relatives, so he stopped asking more questions and turned to meditate.

The atmosphere of silence made Song Xingcheng feel a little uncomfortable. He touched the back of his head, smiled embarrassedly, and took the initiative to mention: "That\'s right, Brother He, if you can give me some pointers, I want to know where I can get this?" Said Then he pointed to several rifles on the coffee table.

Anguo\'s control over firearms is very strict, and it is extremely difficult for the general public to find them. At least Song Xingcheng has never heard of anyone owning such weapons since he was a child.

It must be said that He Qianshan is worthy of being the leader of the He family at a young age, he is capable!

Song Xingcheng glanced at it casually, and there were more than a dozen guns and weapons in the living room. Tsk tsk, the He family was a wealthy family before the end of the world, and they will not lose after the end of the world. A gun in his hand is richer than a grain reserve in his hand.

Song Xingcheng stared straight at the rifle on the table, let alone boys\' obsession with guns, the most practical thing is that guns are much more reliable than baseball bats, they can give people a sense of security in troubled times good stuff!

He Qianshan didn\'t say much when he heard the words, he just reached out and wiped it from his waist, pulled out a pistol and put it in front of Song Xingcheng, and then pushed over two magazines. With the other hand, he picked a Q16 from several rifles on the coffee table and put it in front of Song Xingcheng, but there was only one magazine.

Song Xingcheng looked at the bunch of **** guys beside him, and was so surprised that he couldn\'t believe it. What does He Ershao mean? Did you give it directly? Is it so stupid?

He Qianshan looked at Song Xingcheng\'s wide-eyed eyes and found it interesting, so he patiently instructed:

"Hold these. The recoil of the rifle is relatively strong. Don\'t use it lightly before you practice proficiently. Be careful not to get hurt. Get familiar with the pistol first."

Song Xingcheng immediately felt happy. It was the first time she felt happy after waking up this morning. She couldn\'t help grinning, her eyebrows were curved, her smile was bright, and happiness bubbled all over her body.

Those bubbles carrying happiness floated to He Qianshan\'s body and burst open, seeming to have infected He Qianshan as well, and his serious expression softened a bit.

Song Xingcheng really didn\'t expect the second young master of the He family to be so generous. He just came to inquire about the news, and the other party gave him the weapon in one step. He Qianshan is really a good person!

"Give me all these? Thank you Brother He, I can exchange them with food."

He was too embarrassed to give it to him, but Song Xingcheng was embarrassed to accept it for nothing. He patted his head. Without exposing his talent system, the reward he could give was the food stored at home. He was still thinking that even his favorite steak Chickens are willing to let it out.

Looking at Song Xingcheng\'s bright and joyful eyes, He Qianshan shook his head and said softly, "No, I can get these things. You can keep the food for yourself."

Where are the weapons easily available? Song Xingcheng wanted to say more, but He Qianshan had already got up, interrupted Song Xingcheng\'s unspoken words, and directly invited to ask:

"Do you want to practice your hands?"