Global Evolution: I'm a god at making items in the end times

Chu Anqin looked a little depressed, and ran from the tenth floor to the bottom of the building in one breath.

He was reluctant to give away the three compressed biscuits he had just given away, but how could he have the nerve to take them back after giving them away.

How could he be so easily moved, exchanging a bowl of cowhide belt soup for three compressed biscuits.

What a loss!

Let's go and find some more food to make up for his injured heart.

Chu Anqin guessed from the man's words that several nearby buildings should have been searched, and it was unlikely to find supplies.

He held a metal spear and a crowbar, quickly crossed several cement paths, and looked up at the building number on the outer wall of the building.

"No. 15, start from this building and look for more."

After giving the man and the girl three compressed biscuits, plus his own consumption in the past few days, there were only 6 compressed biscuits left.

With a high-energy ration and more than a pound of rice, he could last another ten to fifteen days.

At the moment, the most important thing is to find food and gunpowder for making bullets. The only thing left to unlock the next page is bullets.

"There is dust at the door, no footprints, and the door lock has been pried open. Next one."

After searching several buildings, Chu Anqin has mastered some technical rules.

By observing the situation at the door, you can directly judge whether the house has been searched and whether there are supplies inside.

Quickly check the searched houses, and stay for a while longer for the unsearched ones.

Through this simple identification method, he searched the buildings very quickly, and finished a building within half an hour.

The only thing that made him a little bit unbearable was that he consumed some physical strength by going up and down the stairs non-stop.

This body was already malnourished, and after several tossings, he was out of breath and his legs were a little weak.

"Take a break"

Chu Anqin hid in a house, took out a bottle of water, and drank a few mouthfuls. His pounding heart slowly slowed down.

He searched most of the buildings in the west area of ​​the community, contributing two boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs, a bottle of painkillers, and a bottle of disinfectant alcohol, but no food at all.

It was getting dark, and Chu Anqin was ready to go home after searching this building.

"Let's go!"

He took all his equipment and explored up the stairs one floor at a time.

"It's unlikely that we can find food in the west district. It looks like we have to go to the east district tomorrow."

On the tenth floor, two young men were sneaking around, one with yellow hair and the other with a thin and tall figure.

"Yellow hair, he's coming up."

"Okay, wait for him to come up, and then you go to the ninth floor to block him."

After searching the two houses on the ninth floor, Chu Anqin took a breath and climbed to the tenth floor.

"The sooner you finish, the sooner you go home!"

However, when he entered the corridor and just climbed halfway, he saw a man standing at the entrance of the corridor on the tenth floor.

He had yellow hair and a machete in his hand, looking like a gangster.

Chu Anqin was startled and his nerves immediately tensed up. The yellow-haired man looked like he was waiting for him to come up.

At this time, there was also movement at the staircase on the ninth floor, and a thin young man was blocking the exit.

The young man had a tattoo on his neck, and was playing with an iron baseball bat in his hand, looking at his schoolbag with a playful look.

"No, these two are waiting for me!"

The yellow-haired man on top and the tattooed young man on the bottom, the two obviously have bad intentions.

"Boy, leave everything on you." The tattooed young man suddenly shouted.

Chu Anqin leaned against the wall of the stairs, holding the prying tool in his left hand, and his right hand had reached into his pocket to take out the rapid-fire pistol.

He was still trying to pull out the metal spear behind him, but the yellow-haired and tattooed young man slowly approached, and it was obviously too late.

"You two, I don't have food."

Chu Anqin's palms were sweating from the double-sided attack. He was just an ordinary person, how could he beat two young hooligans.

"It doesn't matter, throw your schoolbag and weapons over, and we'll let you go."

The yellow-haired man deliberately hit the machete on the metal handrail of the stairs, again and again, and a harsh sound rang out in the corridor.

Clang!

Clang!

The yellow-haired man was playing a psychological tactic, trying to scare Chu Anqin through this harsh sound and break through his psychological defenses.

Chu Anqin was really scared, and every sound seemed to hit his heart.

"You two, I really have no food, my schoolbag is empty."

He was afraid of the two people, and the two people also did not dare to get too close rashly. After all, his equipment, crowbar and long gun were very intimidating.

The tattooed young man was impatient and shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't talk nonsense, put the things down, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

"You're welcome, why are you rude?"

Chu Anqin suddenly took out a rapid-fire pistol, pointed the gun directly at the tattooed young man, and pointed at the yellow-haired man again.

"Whoever comes over, I will kill him!"

The rapid-fire pistol has no bullets. Whether it can scare people depends on whether you act like it.

The tattooed young man's face changed in shock, and then became ferocious, and he shouted angrily: "Who are you trying to scare, take a toy gun!"

The yellow-haired man stared at the muzzle of the gun, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet.

He had a feeling that this gun was not a toy gun, but a real thing.

"Skin it, don't be impulsive!" Skin it is the tattooed young man

Just as Paopi was about to rush forward, he was frightened by Huangmao's shout and almost fell down.

"Is it a real gun?" Paopi realized something was wrong.

He was just a gangster, but Huangmao was different. He had followed the big brother and had seen the real thing.

"What, are you scared?"

Chu Anqin saw that the rapid-fire pistol had achieved its deterrent effect, and immediately pursued the victory, aiming the gun at Paopi's head.

"No, no, big brother, don't get excited!"

Baopi was scared to death, and his body retreated consciously, hiding behind the safety door from the ninth floor staircase.

Chu Anqin saw this, and hurriedly moved his steps, step by step down the stairs, walked to the corridor between the ninth and eighth floors, and escaped from the two people's blockade.

Huangmao kept his distance and followed down to join Baopi.

Chu Anqin pointed his gun at the two people. Although they had escaped from the encirclement, the crisis was not over.

"Don't follow me, bullets don't have eyes!"

He warned again, and the speed of going downstairs gradually increased.

Eighth floor, seventh floor, sixth floor

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he reached the first floor. Huangmao and Baopi didn't chase him down.

Guns that don't fire are scary, and he has experienced it.

However, finding gunpowder to make bullets is imminent.

Chu Anqin ran out of this building, his back was already sweaty, and the wind blew on his body a little cold.

What he feared most was that the two young people had no brains and rushed with him with ruthlessness.

Fortunately, the yellow-haired man had some eyesight, which allowed him to escape successfully.

"Real gun?" Paopi wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Huangmao.

"It's almost certain. There is a silencer on the muzzle. It's unlikely for a toy gun." Huangmao said with lingering fear.

"Damn, how did he get a real gun? Where did he get it?"

"I don't know. Let's be careful next time."

"Brother Huang, do you want to find out where he lives and steal the gun?"

"If you want to die, go by yourself. Don't drag me with you."

Huangmao didn't want to cause trouble. Chu Anqin's equipment made him a little scared.

Pistols and metal rifles are powerful weapons, and crowbars are very professional tools. Chu Anqin gives people a sense of being extraordinary.

Paopi curled his lips, and a barely perceptible fierceness flashed in the corner of his eyes. He stared at the direction where Chu Anqin left.

Chu Anqin left the building quickly. It was getting dark, and he had to go home quickly.

"There are many hidden talents in the community. You must be cautious and careful in the future."

Today's encounter was very dangerous. If it weren't for the rapid-fire pistol that scared the two people, being robbed of supplies and equipment would be a small matter, and you might even lose your life. That would be a disaster.

Chu Anqin returned home, locked the door, threw his equipment aside, and fell heavily on the sofa.

"It's still comfortable at home."

He took a nap on the sofa, and his nerves finally relaxed.

"Equipment, strength"

Chu Anqin called up the panel and locked his consciousness on the unlocking conditions.

His desire for gunpowder has reached an uncontrollable point. Gunpowder is like a thorn stuck in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable.

If you can't find gunpowder, you can't make bullets. Without bullets, the rapid-fire pistol is just a decoration, and it will be exposed sooner or later, and he has never been able to unlock the next page.

"Go to the store at the entrance of the community tomorrow!"