Building an Empire in the Apocalypse

Stepping on the tiles and walking along the golden nanmu counter, you will find a corridor, which is the road leading to the warehouse and wine cellar at the back.

Jia Xiaoxiong explained to Lu Feng while leading the way.

The corridor is not long, about ten meters long, with a distance of two meters from left to right, and a top height of almost three meters. The walls are painted with white ash, some of which have fallen off, and it looks like it has been soaked by moisture.

The first room after entering the corridor is the warehouse. There are a lot of goods stacked inside, and some are labeled as being shipped. They should be goods ready to be mailed to customers.

Opposite the warehouse is the wine cellar. The wine cellar is very spacious. There are at least six large wine tanks at a glance. There are two rows of shelves behind the large wine tanks. There are some packaged wine jars stacked on the shelves. They are also beautifully packaged. .

Going further to the back is an office with two single beds made up of a double bed.

The bedding on the bed was a little messy, and there were some underwear piled on the corner of the bed.

Lu Feng glanced at it casually, and there were actually a lot of sexy underwear!

There were several unopened raincoats on the bedside table. Lu Feng did not see any used raincoats in the trash can or on the ground.

He secretly thought, this Chen Qi is so sloppy and has the habit of cleaning?

This thought only passed by for a moment.

We have reached the corner of the corridor. On the corner is a small door facing the corridor, and a staircase leading upstairs.

"The sound came from upstairs!"

Jia Xiaoxiong said, turning his head and taking a look.

Lu Feng listened carefully and vaguely heard the sound of ticking, ticking!

He calmed down and nodded to Jia Xiaoxiong, who raised the Type 81 automatic rifle in his hand!

Lu Feng took out the dog-leg knife and held it in his right hand.

Then he walked up the stairs slowly, leaning against the wall.

The same color was replaced with solid wood floors. There were 22 stairs in total. Lu Feng didn’t know why he counted them, and he didn’t know why Chen Er, the owner of the house, built them in this way. However, he was so meticulous in building them, but he didn’t expect that even the house would be My wife is all that cheap to Chen Qi.

Just as Lu Feng was thinking that he had reached the top of the stairs and was about to step on the last step with his right foot, before his body against the wall could see clearly what was going on on the left, a cold light on the right swung towards the corner of his eye like lightning. .

Lu Feng didn't have time to think too much and swung the dogleg knife in his hand to resist.

With the crisp sound of steel hitting, Lu Feng felt as if someone had set off a firecracker next to his ears, and his eardrums were buzzing.

The force that attacked him was very powerful. The knife-like weapon pressed against Lu Feng's neck, pressing the dog-leg knife. Lu Feng's right hand tried its best but could not block the opponent's attack.

"Brother Feng!"

Jia Xiaoxiong, who was standing behind him, exclaimed. He could clearly see from behind that it was a large figure who suddenly appeared from behind the wall on the right, holding a weapon similar to a long knife in his hand.

The man slashed diagonally towards Lu Feng. Lu Feng was looking to the left. His vision on the right was limited and his position was very passive. Moreover, the opponent had an advantage in attacking from top to bottom, so they had just fought. It fell into passivity.

After missing the target, he pressed the blade of the sword and tried to kill Lu Feng a second time.

"Stop! If you don't, I'll shoot!"

Jia Xiaoxiong stands

"snort!"

A cold snort came from his ears, as if he was disdainful of Lu Feng's behavior of trespassing and seeking death.

Lu Feng heard a man's voice not far from his ear. The other person's weapon was almost against his neck, so Lu Feng could not turn his head to check.

The man did not speak, but just let out a cold snort. Now was the time to compete for strength. Anyone who breathed a sigh of relief would be escaped or even killed by the other party.

This man seemed to be sure that Jia Xiaoxiong did not dare to shoot, and at the same time, he deliberately put his body close to Lu Feng, making Jia Xiaoxiong afraid of accidental injury and did not dare to shoot.

"Oh shit!"

Jia Xiaoxiong anxiously put away the Type 81 rifle, took out the military spur from his waist, and was about to charge upward.

The man seemed to be waiting for this moment. Just when Jia Xiaoxiong was about to rush up the stairs, the man's big knife rolled over and the blade turned towards Jia Xiaoxiong who was rushing up.

The lightning-fast knife speed gave Jia Xiaoxiong no time to react.

As the sword flashed, Jia Xiaoxiong even thought he saw his own breasts.

Just when Jia Xiaoxiong felt that he was certain to die, the long knife that Jia Xiaoxiong looked at stopped abruptly in front of him.

The man who made the sneak attack changed from being sure of victory to looking shocked. He looked at his sword with disbelief in his eyes. The blade was only a few centimeters away from Jia Xiaoxiong, and it was difficult for him to make any progress.

Why can't the knife move? ! The man was full of surprise and doubt.

Looking at his long sword, the blade of the long sword was grasped by a palm, and the owner of the palm was Lu Feng, whom he had just attacked.

Lu Feng grabbed the man's knife head with his left hand and glanced coldly at the man who was pulling on his long knife with a look of horror on his face.

"What? Are you shocked? Your own strength is actually compared to others."

At this time, Lu Feng was basically sure that the man in front of him was a powerful mutant, and he should have been exposed to rain.

After the man mutated, he probably never saw anyone who could make him suffer in a competition of strength, especially after he became stronger.

Lu Feng made him very angry and frightened. He didn't understand why his knife was grabbed, and what's more, the opponent was still grabbing the knife's head, a position that was difficult to grasp even with force, so he grabbed the blade with his bare hands!

"Damn it! Let go!"

That man has been very confident in his own power since he mutated. He is so confident that he thinks he is a god. Gods do not need to explain to mortals. Now a mortal is trying to shake his authority.

He will definitely be angry, insignificant human being!

"Grass.."

Before the man could say the second sentence, the knife in Lu Feng's hand moved.

His right hand moved quickly, and the man's last few words turned into gurgling sounds.

The man's body froze, and the hand holding the knife loosened. He covered his neck, with a look of reluctance still hanging on his face until he died.

"boom!"

The sound of the man falling to the ground made a roar, as if a dead pig had been dropped on the ground.

"Idiot!"

This man looks very strong.