Doomsday: It’s not too much for me to hoard a strategic reserve

Wang Ke watched Xia Yang approach him step by step, and he was very afraid in his heart.

Sitting on the ground, he also moved back little by little in vain, and said in his mouth: "Brother Xia... Brother Xia... Other...... Don't kill me...... Wu Qian's things are all wrong with me, but... But I can't sin to death..." Xia

Yang raised his hand, aimed the muzzle at Wang Ke, and said lightly: "Move back, die now!"

Wang Ke was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, but he still kept begging for mercy in his mouth.

Xia Yang stepped forward and, without saying a word, began to tie Wang Ke back with an alloy chain.

As Wang Ke said, what he did to Xia Yang before was indeed not a crime to death.

But if you count the things in the previous life, especially the malicious push of Xia Yang to the source beast, and the last explosion of the strategic reserve pool, there is also the shadow of the Wang family behind it.

This is the unending vendetta of the heart.

After a while, Xia Yang tied Wang Ke like a big rice dumpling.

Xia Yang casually threw him aside, and then walked towards Wu Qian.

Wu Qian also tried to save the situation with her superb tea art.

It's a pity that whatever she says will no longer have any effect on Xia Yang.

Xia Yang did the same and tied Wu Qian strongly.

Then he dragged the two to the center of the living room.

Wang Ke begged bitterly: "Brother Xia, please leave me a dog's life!" I really know it's wrong!

I...... I have a lot of money at home, I can give you as much as you want!

Billion! Two billion billion! You say a number, and I'll get my dad to transfer money to you right away!

I beg you to spare my life! I don't want to die..."

Wu Qian also shed a handful of snot and tears, crying and begging Xia Yang to spare his life.

Xia Yang turned a deaf ear, and he went over unhurriedly and collected the weapons and ammunition on several bodyguards.

Each of these bodyguards had a desert eagle in their hands, and each of them had hundreds of rounds of ammunition on them.

It is estimated that this is all obtained through the overseas black market.

If it was in peacetime, this fire protection Wang Ke would definitely be more than enough, after all, Xia Guo can be said to be the safest country in the world.

But no one would have imagined that the end times would suddenly come.

No one could have predicted in advance that Xia Yang would gain a crushing advantage with only a few drones.

Xia Yang received these five desert eagles and five or six hundred bullets into the dimensional space.

Then he threw the bodies of the bodyguards in the center of the living room.

After the bodyguards died, they all looked hideous, and Xia Yang suddenly threw the five corpses beside Wang Ke and Wu Qian, frightening them and screaming.

Especially Wu Qian, she was lying on the floor of the living room, and the body of the bodyguard Ah Li was right next to him, and her head was almost on hers.

Wu Qian saw the round eyes that were close at hand, screamed in fright, and squirmed her body with all her strength, wanting to stay away from Ali's body.

Xia Yang ignored Wang Ke's Wu Qian, and he searched the villa up and down.

Xia Yang found that Wang Ke's hoarded materials was really quite a lot.

Rice, noodles, oil, all kinds of meat, convenience food, drinking water, cigarettes, beer...

That's half the room.

If it were just a few of them to eat, these things would last at least two months.

Xia Yang naturally unceremoniously received the materials into his dimensional space.

In addition, Xia Yang was in the room of several bodyguards, and there was an unexpected gain.

A small box of pistol bullets is about 2,000 rounds.

There was also a box of grenades, which Xia Yang counted, which were 36.

That's nothing.

Xia Yang also found a long box under the bed, and when he opened the box, he couldn't help but gasp.

A Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifle appeared in front of him.

This gun is very new, it should not be used much.

The case also contains accessories such as an optical sight, a split stock, a magazine, etc.

In addition, there is a box filled with 12.7 mm caliber sniper bullets, roughly estimated to be at least a hundred rounds.

Good stuff!

Barrett has the nickname "cannon", which shows how powerful it is.

Simply put, the target of anti-materiel weapons is never personnel, but mainly military equipment, equipment, etc.

Barrett can easily penetrate 22mm steel plates.

Ordinary body armor, even bulletproof cars, is no different from paper paste in front of it.

In actual combat, Barrett is often used to attack "turtle shells" such as armored transporters.

Even the hard shell of the Flaming Sun must have been damaged when it was shot at closer range by Barrett.

Breakdown is unlikely under normal conditions, but damage to the shell is difficult to avoid.

If the accurate shooter concentrates on attacking a certain point and hits a few more shots, there is also a certain probability that the body will be penetrated.

Xia Yang couldn't put it down and played with it for a while, and then put this Barrett into the dimensional space along with accessories and bullets.

This gun, even when dealing with the source beast, can play a big role.

It's just that there are fewer bullets....

Obviously, Zhao Liqiang and his bodyguards most likely received brutal mercenary training abroad.

That's why they get used to using foreign military equipment such as the Desert Eagle and Barrett.

And Barrett is more of a collectible.

They clearly underestimated the seriousness of the end times.

That's why when they protected Wang Ke, they only took the Desert Eagle, while Barrett, the most powerful, was hidden under the bed to eat ashes.

......

After Xia Yang searched the entire villa, he returned to the living room on the first floor.

Some things are time for a complete conclusion!

He looked left and right, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, grabbed the expensive curtain, and pulled it hard.

Then he crumpled the curtains together haphazardly and threw them in the center of the living room.

Then Xia Yang found a lot of flammable items, mahogany dining tables, pure wool carpets, wooden frame decorative paintings, etc., all piled on the living room floor.

After Xia Yang finished doing this, his mind moved, and he took out a plastic bucket from the dimensional space.

Then he began to pump gasoline from the tanks in the dimensional space.

I saw that in the empty plastic barrel, gasoline began to appear out of thin air, and the liquid level was still slowly rising.

Even if Wang Ke and Wu Qian were stupid, they realized what Xia Yang was going to do.

They all struggled frantically.

Their hearts are filled with fear of death, longing for life.

The two struggled and begged loudly.

Xia Yang still turned a deaf ear, and he began to pour gasoline on the living room with a plastic bucket.

While pouring a smile, he said, "Do you know what is the most precious luxury in this last days?

Warm! How many people shivered in the bone-chilling cold? How many people die of despair on a frozen night?

How considerate do you see me? Before leaving, let you bake the fire, presumably on Huangquan Road, you will all feel very happy, right?

Wang Ke cried bitterly, "Don't... I don't want to roast a fire... Brother Xia! Grandpa Xia, please let me go! I won't dare again... Spare your life!

Wu Qian was already frightened.

She had never thought that helping her master play some exciting games would actually cost her life.

Xia Yang extracted five or six barrels of gasoline from the dimensional space and poured almost all the first floor of the living room, the focus was of course on the location of Wang Ke and Wu Qian.

He threw the plastic bucket directly on the ground, then looked back at Wu Qian and Wang Ke, and said lightly: "Enjoy the last warmth!"

After that, Xia Yang walked out of the villa.

In the garden, the Steel Monster Flaming Sun rested quietly.

Xia Yang leaned on the huge bumper at the front of the Lieyang and took out a huazi and held it in his mouth.

"Ding" sound.

Xia Yang flicked off the Zippo, lit the fire, lit Huazi, and took a deep breath.

Inside the villa, Wang Ke seemed to have felt Xia Yang's firm killing intent.

Instead of pleading, he began to curse.

"Xia Yang, you are proud! If you kill Lao Tzu, you can't change the fact that you eat Lao Tzu brushing pot water!

"You bastard, my dad will never let you go!"

"I won't let you go! Pestering you bastard every day! "

......

No matter how vicious Wang Ke's cursing sounded, it sounded incompetent and barking in Xia Yang.

Apart from increasing the pleasure of his revenge, there is nothing negative to it.

Xia Yang listened to Wang Ke's scolding in the villa, as well as Wu Qian's crying, and he smoked quietly.

In the blink of an eye, Huazi has finished smoking.

Xia Yang straightened up, faced the direction of the villa, and said lightly: "Goodbye!" With

a flick of his middle finger, the cigarette butt streaked through a parabola and flew precisely into the hole in the floor-to-ceiling window of the villa hall...