"Bang!" The sound of a dunk sounded on the back of Han Feng's head.

"What the hell! You have to challenge my patience, don't you?! When you seek protection, beg for help! What the hell..."

The thin man kept mumbling obscene language.

"..." Han Feng was silent for a moment. Under the ridicule and abuse of the two people, his anger level had reached its peak.

The reason for coming here is very simple, just to find the whereabouts of the large quantities of goods at the gas station.

Now that the destination of the goods has been traced, Han Feng no longer has to hide it.

Listening to the words of the thin man with yellow hair, it seems that there is an incredible organization behind them, which can protect so many people in the apocalypse... It should not be a simple organization.

But it's obvious that this organization is not a formal organization at first glance, otherwise they wouldn't have hired such two idiots to station here.

"Oh my God! You idiot! Your fucking eyes..."

…

The air suddenly became quiet...

"Come on! Keep scolding!" After pulling out the gun from his waist, Han Feng pointed the gun at the thin man with yellow hair and said.

"Take a break..."

"Bang!"

The fat man sitting next to him was about to say that Han Feng was holding a fake gun, but before he could finish his words, Han Feng shot towards the ceiling.

The huge gunshots and echoes were particularly harsh in the closed environment, and the bottomless bullet holes in the ceiling demonstrated the power of this gun.

In an instant, the two people stood upright, their hands stretched forward timidly, and their faces were full of flattery and flattery.

"Brother, big brother, big brother! Don't, don't shoot! I, I, I, I was wrong!!" The two people wanted to explain something incomparably.

"Everyone sings better than what they say, okay, let me listen to a piece today!" Pointing a gun at the yellow-haired man, Han Feng said: "You love talking, don't you?! You love swearing, right? Come on, sing for me! Sing for me

Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf! Sing it ten times!"

"Happy, beautiful sheep... Big Big Wolf... big brother! I really can't sing! Please! Stop playing!" Huang Mao begged Han Feng with a crying and laughing face.

"That's the one line, right? Come on, sing it a hundred times! If I dare to stop, I'll shoot you!" Holding a gun and a fierce expression, Han Feng successfully made a socially undesirable young man sing happily...

Huang Mao took a few steps back, leaned his back against the wall, and sang the only joyful line he knew...

"Come, sit down. Let's talk." Seeing Huang Mao standing aside singing alone, Han Feng said to the fat man again.

"Brother! Sit down! I can stand~" His eyes, which were difficult to see because of his fatness, became even smaller after such a flattering expression.

"Sit down if I ask you to! You turned a deaf ear to what I said, right?" He responded in kind. The same words came out of Han Feng's mouth, and the gun in his hand was ready to be fired.

"Brother! Brother! Don't kill me! I was wrong!" In an instant, the fat man knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

Holding back his smile, Han Feng said, "Sit down! Let me ask you something."

"Okay, okay, you ask, you ask." Getting up from the ground, the fat man sat on the stool and nodded like a chicken.

"Who are you?" Han Feng asked the first question.

"I'm Yang Le." The fat man said.

"I'm Li Zhi." Huang Mao said after stopping singing.

"What the hell? Did I tell you to stop?!" The gun pointed back at Huang Mao again, and Han Feng asked fiercely.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'll keep singing! I'm so happy..." The singing came again, and Han Feng took back the gun with satisfaction.

"I said you two are sick, right? Did I ask your names?! Who are you two? What are you doing here!" Han Feng rolled his eyes at the two of them and said impatiently.

"We are the contact persons in this area! We are responsible for finding people who are still alive!" Fatty answered Han Feng's questions in detail.

"Who! Who asked you two to come!" Han Feng asked the second question.

"Brother Wei! It was Brother Wei who asked us to come! Brother... please, can you put down the gun?" The fat man begged Han Feng while crying and laughing.

"Brother Wei? Who is he? Where is he? What does he do?" Ignoring the fat man's plea, Han Feng continued to ask questions.

"Weige, the boss of the underworld. He is in BT prison now. He rules the whole prison! He wants to collect all the living people in the city now. We are his subordinates." Without hiding anything, the fat man told everything he knew.

come out.

"Where is this cargo? Was it also sent to prison?" Han Feng asked, holding a gun in one hand and pointing to the column of the gas station with the other hand.

"Yes, yes, we just register and collect people. They will be divided into many teams to find useful things and then transport them back to the prison. This is also Wei Ge's instruction." The fat man poured the beans into the bamboo tube and explained Han Feng's questions as much as possible.

, for fear of causing dissatisfaction to the other party.

After the explanation, the air became silent...

"Holy shit, are you deaf or mute? Sing! I didn't say stop, please stop and try again!" After saying that, Han Feng turned his gun and pointed it at Huang Mao again.

"Don't look at me as a sheep..." After being pointed at by the gun, Huang Mao sounded again, but his voice became more choked.

Frowning, Han Feng thought about the whole story.

Obviously, Wei Ge is in charge of the prison. The Ma Zhenfa they met a few days ago must also be the survivors of Wei Ge's men.

It seems that there are no more guards in the prison. They are either colluding with Viagra, or...

This guy named Wei Ge sent out so many people... to collect all kinds of supplies... what is he going to do?

I learned from Ma Zhenfa that prison is a place where survivors gather. Is it just a simple gathering place?

Han Feng thought quietly for a while.

Forget it, I have to go to the prison anyway when I have free time in a few days. Since I agreed to Ma Zhenfa's request, I will find out after I go there in a few days.

Looking at the two people trembling in front of him, Han Feng was in trouble...

Shoot him directly to death? No, although his attitude is bad, his crime does not lead to death.

Just let it go like this? I feel a little unwilling to do so...

After thinking for a while, Han Feng said: "You two come here! Stand side by side! Kick each other, keep kicking! No rest! I will go out to smoke a cigarette, let me hear less or no movement... The consequences will be for you

We both know!"

"Yes, yes! Brother! Don't worry!" They said in unison, and the two began to "fight"...

Opening the rolling shutter door, Han Feng walked out. He lit a cigarette and looked back at the two people who were kicking each other. He pulled the rolling shutter door down with an evil smile and walked straight towards the vehicle.

"Go home~" After saying that, Han Feng smiled. He thought that these two silly roe deer didn't know that he was gone, and he didn't know how long they would have to fight.

Back in the car, I started the ignition. "Everyone, go home first." I thought in my mind.

Knowing everyone, Han Feng stepped on the accelerator and took the lead.

Half an hour later, Han Feng returned to the villa with the motorcade.

"As usual, the diesel generator is put back on the second floor. The weapons of the dead soldiers are stored." When he got off the car and closed the door, Han Feng gave orders remotely and directed everyone's actions.

"Brother Han, you are back. Where is Xiaopeng? Is Xiaopeng obedient today?" Wei Yun, who heard the commotion, went out to greet him first and asked about Xiaopeng's situation.

"Uh... this... how can I tell you this... Xiaopeng..." Han Feng hesitated and didn't know how to explain to Wei Yun, scratching the back of his head with one hand and looking slightly embarrassed...

Seeing Wei Yun's increasingly anxious expression, Han Feng hurriedly spoke: "Listen to me first. Xiaopeng used his superpowers, causing himself to be weak. He is asleep now and is not injured. Don't worry."

As he spoke, Han Feng mentally contacted the mobilization soldier who was taking care of Wei Peng and asked him to come over quickly with Wei Peng on his back.

"Xiaopeng!" Seeing Xiaopeng on the back of the mobilization soldiers, Wei Yun rushed forward with a sprint.

After confirming that Wei Peng had no external injuries and was just in coma due to collapse, Wei Yun breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.

He had seen Lin Lan's coma and the reason for it, so Wei Yun was not particularly worried about it.

"Let's eat first. It's getting late. It must be very hard today, right?" Wei Yun looked away from Wei Peng and asked Han Feng.

"Okay, let's eat. Let's talk after dinner." After saying that, Han Feng and Wei Yun walked into the villa together. Before entering the villa, Han Feng did not forget to contact the mobilization soldiers who were carrying Lin Lan and ordered her to settle down as well.

good.

During the half-hour meal, Han Feng explained in detail what happened today, and everyone who listened was amazed.

After answering individual questions from Liu Rui and Wei Yun, Han Feng put down his bowl and chopsticks.

I looked at my phone and saw it was past six in the afternoon...

"Everyone, come and eat." After Han Feng finished eating, he made room for other Red Alert soldiers.

"Luna, open the soldier details." Walking to the kitchen, Han Feng contacted Luna and asked to open the soldier details function.

"Soldier details have been opened." Listening to Luna's voice ringing in his mind, Han Feng turned his attention to the soldier details interface.

I found the two Red Alert soldiers who were seriously injured before and checked their physical recovery status.

"It's okay..." Han Feng said softly when he saw that the two soldiers were fine.

It's just...it's just that the Winter Soldier...still hasn't gotten any better...

Shaking his head, Han Feng exited the soldier details interface.

After coming out of the kitchen, Han Feng went directly back to the bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I started thinking about how to go to prison in a few days...

An hour later, it was almost dusk. I looked at my phone and saw that it was half past six. It was time to do the next thing.

Standing up from the bed, Han Feng had a slightly excited smile on his face. Silently, he took out two brand-new assault rifles from under the bed, and took out a dozen loaded magazines. He put them into his hiking bag.

Finally, Han Feng took the next step, "Everyone, gather." In his mind, the gathering information notified all the Red Alert soldiers.

Except for the two conscripts and three police dogs who were recovering from injuries, the other fifty Red Police soldiers were standing at the door of the villa ready to go.
Chapter completed!