Others are going through the apocalypse, but I am invincible

I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of this big trouble in the future, but I can't do it now.

Several men carried Fu Qi back home. Tang Ze naturally didn't join in the fun. He went back first. The cats at home were going to rebel. I haven't fed them much in the past two days.

The three women said, don't, we can just take a break.

Feng Mengmeng and Fang Wei watched Tang Ze go back, feeling a little disappointed. Thinking of Tang Ze's cute and beautiful girlfriend, who seemed to be better than themselves, they felt inexplicably uneasy. What if Tang Ze didn't take them away in the future?

Although Mr. Huo died now, there might be a second Mr. Huo, a third...

Once this idea came into being, women would start to think wildly and become more and more anxious.

Fang Wei didn't want to go home either, so she simply came to Feng Mengmeng's house to chat. Although the TV was on, her mind was not on it.

"Mengmeng, how did Tang Ze kill Mr. Huo? There were so many people around Mr. Huo, how did he do it?" Fang Wei couldn't figure it out. With Tang Ze's strength alone, how did he do it, and the other party had a gun.

Feng Mengmeng sighed: "Tang Ze may be more complicated than we thought. Every time I see him smile, I feel..."

"Creepy, right?"

"Weiwei, you have this feeling too. I thought I was the only one." Feng Mengmeng smiled helplessly, wondering if she was overthinking.

Fang Wei clamped her proud long legs on the coffee table: "Maybe it's because he has killed someone, so we have this feeling."

"Maybe, I feel that President Xi is a little afraid of him." Feng Mengmeng has been with Xi Meng for several years, and today she caught a lot of details that she had never noticed before.

Fang Wei sat up and asked nervously: "Now that Tang Ze has a gun, will he control the entire community?"

"I don't know. At least we can see that President Xi can still control him. If one day he can't control him..." Feng Mengmeng bit her lower lip, feeling that this place is becoming more and more unsafe.

Fang Wei felt the same way, especially when she was entangled with Tang Ze, he had no intention of cherishing her at all, just used her as a tool to vent, although it was a deal...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Tang Ze was unreliable. Those words after the entanglement were all lies, and she had to rely on herself.

As they chatted, the two women fell asleep on the sofa.

She even had the same dream, Tang Ze came and opened her eyes directly.

A warehouse on the outskirts of Hua'an City.

The warehouse was brightly lit, and boxes of supplies were piled up into a small mountain. The men played cards and drank. After drinking, they went into the small room next to them to solve the problem.

In the office on the second floor, a man in his sixties listened to the report of his subordinates.

The man with gray hair on his temples was Mr. Qian, Qian Zhongran.

He was not a big boss, and he didn't even have the qualifications to carry Mr. Huo's shoes before. After all, he only owned a few large warehouses.

But now it's different. The value of these warehouses is higher than gold, and everyone has to obey.

This is just one of the warehouses, with the least supplies. Qian Zhongran handed over the transportation of supplies to his two sons, so outsiders could not know about it, which controlled their lifeline.

In addition, the two shotguns were in the hands of his sons, and the people below were more honest.

"Dad, something happened to Huo Wannian." Standing aside was the eldest son Qian Ming, who was now 42 years old, but looked a little old, almost the same age as Qian Zhongran.

Qian Zhongran frowned: "What happened? The man was killed by President Xi's people again? Didn't he give him a gun?"

"Our little brother went to pick up the goods today, but when he entered the house, there were corpses everywhere. Huo Wannian's head was gone, and the ground was full of shotgun shells, the same model as ours." Qian Ming's face was heavy, the enemy was very strong.

Qian Zhongran's eyes shot out a vicious look: "So there are people who have the same idea as us, but why would they rob Huo Wannian?"

"Dad, is he from Xi Meng's side?"

"Haha, how could there be a gun in that community? Huo Wannian must have provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked. Don't expose me!" Qian Zhongran was very angry. After all, the main character was a wretched development.

But the young Qian Ming didn't think so: "Dad, we have guns in our hands, we can just kill directly in, do we still need to find someone else?"

"You know there are no more powerful people? It's only been a month, and the first person to move will definitely die first. Look at Huo Wannian, isn't he in trouble? I wasted a gun and bullets, and I didn't even see a hair of Xi Meng." Qian Zhongran was also a pervert.

I had witnessed Xi Meng's peerless beauty before. If it weren't for the disaster, I would never have thought that I would have the opportunity to taste that half of her red lips.

But I didn't want to do it myself, for fear of being targeted by others.

Speaking of women, Qian Ming smiled and said, "Dad, although Huo Wannian is dead, the club is full of women. Although many died, we brought them back. There are almost 60 of them, all between 20 and 30 years old. They just smell a little and need to be washed."

"Haha, Huo Wannian kept so many women and lied to me that he had no women. It's good that he died. Don't waste too much water."

"Okay, Dad, how about arranging one for you to taste?"

"Wash it clean and don't let your mother know."

"Don't worry."

Qian Ming left the office, and a man was lying on the guardrail smoking. It was the second brother Qian Pu, who was two years younger than Qian Ming. The two brothers looked very similar, both with square faces.

However, Qian Pu obviously felt a bit more ferocious, and it could be seen from his eyes that he had killed many people during this period.

"What did Dad say?" Qian Pu asked.

"Dad still advocates stability. Let's not worry about so many things and wait for a few more months to take action."

"How many more months to wait?" Qian Pu put out his cigarette and looked at his old father in the office, very dissatisfied.

"Brother, don't be so angry. Find a decent woman to vent your anger on."

Qian Pu shook off Qian Ming's hand and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you and dad don't think about women all day long. The world has changed now. We have a lot of people and guns, so we must first occupy the territory. Get it first!”

"You have to be able to defend it. If you take in a lot of brothers, how many mouths will you have to eat? Don't always think about fighting and killing. Look at the brothers below. They have food, drink, and women to play with. How are they living their lives? Isn’t it great?”

"Brother! Have you ever thought that if you don't kill others, others will come and kill them, and the warehouse in dad's hands will be discovered sooner or later."

Qian Ming said nothing after hearing this. His father advocated stability, while his second son advocated killing. He was caught in the middle and was in a dilemma.

Seeing that his elder brother was slightly relaxed, Qian Pu said in a low voice: "Don't you like that woman Xi Meng? If I bring Xi Meng, help me ask if you can follow my plan."

"this…"

"Brother, dad is old. Old people like stability."

Qian Ming sighed and could only go into the office again to ask. Qian Pu stood outside, looking at his father with strange looks from time to time.

A few minutes later, Qian Ming walked out with a stern face, and Qian Pu felt bad.

Suddenly, Qian Ming grinned and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Dad said, if you can really bring Xi Meng, I will promise you."