I killed the film and television world

Chapter 464 Shock
Before the black traffic policeman finished speaking, someone in the crowd behind him suddenly said something that was a little unpleasant:
"Sir, instead of leaving the wood stove in this little library, why don't you bring it out and make it available for everyone to use."

"During this critical period, of course, the collective should be prioritized!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd suddenly became quiet.

Song Ren also turned his head to look over, stood up from his sleeping bag, walked to the door with his upper body naked, and said:
"First of all, this is just a small wood-burning stove. It won't do much good in a public library hall."

"If you want to keep warm, use the fireplace."

"Secondly——"

"Who just made the suggestion? Come on, stand up and let me introduce myself."

The black traffic policeman sensed the tension and subconsciously comforted Song Ren: "Sir, please rest assured, we are not here to steal your belongings."

However, his current prestige is obviously not enough to convince the public.

Another voice came from behind:
"This is not personal property!"

"This person clearly came in empty-handed, which means that the wood stove is not his personal property, but belongs to the library."

"What's more, even if it's personal, in this special period, it should be transferred to everyone for use."

This statement has attracted the approval of many people.

When Song Ren came in, he was wet and thinly dressed, and he could see all the items at a glance.

But now there are moisture-proof mats, sleeping bags, and a wood stove...

They shouldn't have been able to see these large items before.

Everyone thought that the things the other party was using were public items found in the library.

Since it is a public item, it should naturally be used by the public.

Especially the huge temperature difference between indoors and outdoors makes more people feel unbalanced.

It feels like what is worrying is not the scarcity of wealth but the inequality of wealth.

Also bewitched by this voice, more and more people looked at Song Ren with a scrutinizing look in their eyes.

Especially because of the skin color, they are treated differently in the land of the United States.

What's more, at this time, various contradictions will undoubtedly be magnified.

Even though the black traffic police kept trying to dissuade both parties.

But those strange noises gradually increased.

Song Ren just smiled in the end, and said to the crowd at the door:
"Okay, don't get excited. I have always believed in democracy. If there are any problems, we can solve them together."

"Let me tell you one first—"

"First of all, these things are my personal property. Is there anything wrong with this statement?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloated foreigner shouted loudly, "Yes!"

Bang!
Song Ren raised his hand and fired a shot, saying calmly, "Well, it's gone now."

In the air, the hot bullet had already pierced through the eyebrows of the man who had just opened his mouth.

The few splashes of blood made the people nearby feel even more shocked.

At the same time, the rest of the people who were about to speak out in agreement were stunned for a moment.

Standing not far from the man, Laura and Sam had covered their mouths in fear.

He watched the middle-aged man next to him, his body softened, and he fell completely into a pool of blood.

The two of them could hardly hold back their trembling.

The black traffic policeman subconsciously pulled out his police pistol and shouted sternly: "Put down your gun, squat down, and put your hands on your head!"

Song Ren: ...It's very smooth.

He looked over there, then smiled and threw the Glock in his hand away.

The black traffic policeman's tense mood suddenly made him feel relieved subconsciously.

Before he could completely relax, he saw a big black iron lump suddenly appeared in the other person's hand.

The one-meter-long cylindrical gun barrel was made up of six slender gun barrels wrapped into a circle.

The streamlined black gun body, especially the long one that extends to the entire ammunition box, has a terrifying amount of ammunition.

The black traffic policeman felt like his scalp was about to explode.

Yes--

Gatling gun.

And it comes with a backpack ammunition box...

In the game, this type of Gatling machine gun needs to idle for about two seconds before firing.

But in reality, this thing isn't that slow.

Before firing, although it will idle to maintain a constant speed, the entire process from idling to starting continuous firing takes less than a second.

However, its speed is nearly a hundred rounds per second.

When it comes to firepower suppression, there are basically few that can match it.

However, Gatling's biggest drawback is that it is too bulky.

Especially after carrying the ammunition boxes, the infantry will basically find it difficult to move.

If the ammunition box is not used, the ammunition will be consumed too quickly given the Gatling's firing rate.

At present, Gatling is more often used to be installed on aircraft.

Using the internal space of the aircraft to load ammunition is sufficient to carry out fire suppression for a longer period of time.

At this moment, facing a Gatling machine gun with a full ammunition supply, the crowd crowded at the entrance were already dumbfounded.

Song Ren raised his gun with both hands, pointed it at the door, and looked at the black traffic policeman: "Officer, do you want to fight?"

The black traffic policeman had cold sweat on his forehead.

He couldn't tell how the other party took out a Gatling gun, but the nearly perfect streamlined craftsmanship of the machine gun clearly meant it wasn't a child's toy. He said bitterly:
"Sir, please don't be impulsive."

Song Ren: "Okay, let's continue with the previous topic."

He turned to look at the others: "Now, who among you still has a problem with my things?"

The crowd at the door looked at each other in surprise.

Especially when looking at the cold Gatling machine gun in Song Ren's hand, everyone was speechless for a moment.

Who dares to ask questions about this?

I just mentioned it, so I asked you to solve it on the spot!

Song Ren: "By the way, where is the first guy who stood up to question me? Please let me know. I want to have a friendly conversation with you."

The crowd immediately looked at each other.

The only person who squeezed to the back was a black man with dreadlocks quietly retreating.

Just after taking a few steps back, he bumped into a broad, thick chest muscle.

Wangcai, who was about two meters tall, stopped him from above, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Hey, where are you going?"

The crowd at the door all looked back.

After noticing the big guy blocking the back road, they were all a little confused.

who is this?

Has he been in the library before?

Moreover, this guy is quite strong...

Song Ren's voice had already heard through the crowd: "Hey, man, can I use the wood stove alone?" The black man swallowed, not knowing how to start the conversation with some difficulty.

Beside him, Wangcai put one hand on his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, the adults are talking to you!"

The black ghost looked up and met Wangcai's fierce gaze, and shuddered again: "Ah?"

Wangcai's face darkened, and his tone became increasingly gloomy: "My parents said, does he deserve to have a wood stove?"

Song Ren: ...

Judging from the weird tone, what kind of messed up shows did Wangcai watch before coming in?

The black ghosts were already numb.

How should I respond to something like this?
It seems like no matter how I say it, it's inappropriate.

Especially noticing Wangcai's increasingly gloomy expression, the black guy could only tremble and ask, "Match?"

Wangcai: "My friend, your answer is a bit arrogant, but it doesn't touch my heart."

Song Renzhen couldn't help it and lectured him, "What are you doing nagging like that?"

Now it was Wangcai's turn to be startled.

Then he stood up swiftly, and while the black man was still looking at him in a daze, he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it back suddenly.

quack!

Front facing back!

The entire head made a difficult rotation of 480 degrees, a full circle and a half.

His neck was twisted into a knot, his eyes were instantly dull, and crystal saliva was unconsciously flowing out from between his thick lips.

This scene frightened the other people at the door so much that their hearts almost stopped beating.

He looked at Wangcai in almost disbelief.

This big guy was too ruthless.

No, to be more precise, is he really a human being?

If it were a human, could he really twist someone's head more than a circle with his bare hands?

Do you think of it as winding up?
……

now
With Song Ren's strong firepower suppression and Wangcai's terrifying deterrence.

The rest of the people were quickly dispersed, and Song Ren continued to curl up in his sleeping bag, alone with Xiao Tian quietly.

In the outer library hall, the survivors no longer dared to disturb him.

Some people even began to consider moving to another hiding place.

If you can't afford to provoke someone, you can always avoid him.

It’s just that the outside environment is too harsh, the sea water has flooded the city, and there is no good way to leave for the time being, otherwise these people would have left long ago.

The whole night will pass quickly.

When it was dawn, the sun was still hidden in the clouds, and the heavy snow was still falling from the sky.

However, the sea water that originally flooded the city has now solidified into a thick layer of ice.

The accumulated snow covered the ice, and it was just enough to cover the soles of shoes, so it was not serious.

On the streets, there were already hundreds of people coming out of various buildings and walking on the thick ice. From the initial small number of people, they gradually gathered more and more.

And they traveled together all the way, heading south.

This scene caused the survivors hiding in the public library to start talking about it.

Everyone was already deeply wary and terrified of Song Ren who broke in yesterday.

At this moment, everyone didn't want to stay there and wait to die, so they wanted to leave while the snow on the ground was not too thick.

Go to a city further south, or find a military or other suitable place to stay temporarily.

Even the black policeman didn't want to stay there and wait for death.

But it was not because of anything else, but mainly because there were not enough supplies in the public library. If more than a hundred people were to wait here, it would be almost like chronic suicide.

He wanted to lead everyone out to try their luck. As long as they could leave the city under such extreme weather, maybe they could survive.

What's more, there is an uncertain factor like Song Ren in the library, which makes others feel uneasy.

However, such an action was strongly discouraged by Sam.

Earlier, he took advantage of the last moment when the signal was clear to call his father.

His father had told him not to leave his temporary residence easily.

And he was told to burn as much as possible, everything that could be burned.

The eye of an extremely cold storm is approaching New York, and extreme cold weather is about to arrive. Going out to travel now is tantamount to seeking death.

Therefore, Sam strongly opposed everyone's desire to leave here and head further south.

The current extreme weather not only covers the city of Manhattan, or even New York, but the entire Northern Hemisphere!
It is simply impossible to get out on foot.

When Sam took the initiative to step forward and persuade the black traffic policeman to become a role model for everyone, he even mentioned his father's name.

Unfortunately, the black traffic policeman’s concerns are not unfounded.

There were too few supplies on the scene to support more than a hundred people staying behind.

In the movie, the reason why Sam and others survived the extreme cold was because there were snacks in the vending machines and things in the trash cans in the library, which barely allowed the few people who stayed behind to survive.

But if there are more than a hundred people, this amount of supplies will definitely not be able to withstand the extremely cold temperatures for several consecutive days.

By that time, it would be impossible to go out to look for supplies, and if more than a hundred people gathered together, the result would still be death.

Therefore, this is a relatively unsolvable issue.

The only way is to go out now and find enough supplies for more than a hundred people to survive for about a week.

But obviously, the black traffic police and others chose another way.

They were going to follow others and leave New York for the safer South.

This was also the reason why Sam and he had an argument.

Even moving out his climate expert father did not stop others from wanting to leave.

It was just when they were packing their luggage and putting on thicker clothes.

At the main entrance of the hall, a voice came that made many people tremble:

"They're making so much noise so early in the morning, disturbing people's sleep."

"What? You cleaned up everything one by one. What are you going to do?"

The black traffic policeman froze. What he feared most now was Song Ren, whose background was hard to figure out.

Looking back and seeing the two figures at the main entrance, he took a deep breath and said:

"Someone called and said that the authorities had already evacuated a large number of people to the south."

"With the current supplies and living environment here, if we continue to stay in New York, we will all die."

"We plan to head to a city further south while the snow is not too deep."

Wangcai almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

If we travel at this time, we will probably freeze to death on the road before we have walked a few miles.

Sam forgot his fear of Song Ren, and quickly stepped forward to raise the weather problem his father had mentioned, and advised everyone not to leave here easily.

However, the group led by the black traffic policeman obviously did not take his words seriously.

(End of this chapter)