My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

When the wasteland was just beginning to lack a sense of security, Su Mo would have probably opened fire at the first moment.

But times have changed, and facing this clumsy provocation, he can still smile and shake his head.

"You go, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."

"Are you crazy..."

Bang.

A dazzling tongue of fire suddenly cut through the air, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and landed directly less than ten centimeters in front of the leading young man.

An obvious scorch mark was instantly left on the ground, and the fire splashed, as if to ignite the surrounding air.

"You..."

The young man who spoke was almost scared to pee.

The others were also scared, and their faces turned pale, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Remember, this is the wasteland. Next time you provoke a stranger, think about whether you have the qualifications." Su Mo's voice was still calm, but the warning contained in it was chilling.

Several people crawled away, and there was no arrogance when they appeared.

"Let's go, where is your father? Take me to see him."

Su Mo put the pistol back into the gun bag on his waist, but found that Luo Jiao was not scared, but her eyes kept following the hand that put the gun in.

Her eyes were fixed on the dark and cold pistol, with a touch of desire and stubbornness brewing in it.

For some reason, this stubbornness made Su Mo couldn't help but think of a beautiful figure in his mind.

"Want it?"

Luo Jiao was stunned, and raised her head in astonishment, but found that Su Mo took out the pistol from the gun bag very straightforwardly and handed it to her without hesitation.

"Can you shoot?"

"No."

"Take it, I'll teach you later."

Until the cold pistol was really held in her hand, Luo Jiao was still dizzy and didn't react.

Her index finger repeatedly rubbed the anti-slip pattern on the gun body, which was a strange feeling she had never had before.

It was difficult for her to describe this feeling in words, but Su Mo knew very well that it was a powerful feeling of controlling her own destiny.

"Who?"

A rustling sound came from not far away, and Luo Jiao subconsciously raised her hand and aimed her gun.

The imitation of the TV drama looked a bit clumsy, but the three people in the bushes were scared to death.

"It's us, your Uncle Ma, don't shoot."

Ma Benchun came out trembling, followed by Lao Zhang and Lao Gong.

They actually ran away subconsciously just now, and it wasn't until they ran a hundred meters that they realized that Su Mo had a gun in his hand.

What the hell is he afraid of? How dare a man with a knife go against a man with a gun?

Adding to the gunshot behind, the three people were relieved and turned back quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched over, they saw Su Mo confidently handing the pistol to Luo Jiao, which made them envious and their eyes red.

Gun.

A gun is a life of a wastelander.

In this chaotic land, everyone has to rely on themselves. Having a gun in your hand means that you have the confidence to survive. No matter what kind of danger you face, you can protect yourself. You will no longer drift around like a rootless duckweed, and you may die at any time.

And with it, you have the confidence to occupy resources, and even use it to build your own small territory.

Giving it so generously to the little girl who just met, the three people can't help but have a new understanding of Su Mo's generosity.

"Uncle Ma, I really trouble you."

Luo Jiao put down her hand, first put the gun tightly in her arms like a treasure, and then said with an apologetic face.

She didn't blame the three people for running away. If she put herself in their shoes, she would do the same.

After all, there was only a simple interest relationship between the few people, how could it rise to the point of saving people, that is, she was so anxious that she couldn't help it when she saw the acquaintance coming.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiao couldn't help but raise her head and look at Su Mo.

This "cousin" who came from nowhere suddenly became familiar.

A trace of inexplicable memory came up, as if there really was such a face facing Su Mo.

"No, no, you are such a bold kid. If we hadn't just happened to meet your cousin, you would have been in trouble today."

"These young people are too bold. They chop people when they see them. If they meet a tough guy outside, they won't know how they died."

"It must be that Boss Ji is kind, otherwise these young people would have to stay tonight."

The three of them talked back and forth, and Su Mo felt a little funny.

In fact, he could feel that although those young people shouted happily, few of them were really brave.

Only the young man in the lead had a fierce spirit, and the others were fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

If you really compare them, they are not as good as those tough guys who started to dig his shelter in the wasteland.

This is also the real reason why Su Mo let these people go.

"Let's go to your father's place. Aren't they still surrounded?"

"Uncle...cousin, you take it. I...I don't dare to use it." Luo Jiao handed the pistol over and called out timidly.

The voice was crisp and soft, which made Su Mo look at it seriously.

Even though there were many places on her face that were sunburned, it was still a very young face.

If it weren't for the wasteland, she should be in high school, maybe the first year of high school, or maybe the second year of high school, reading books without worries, looking forward to the future that adults said, "I won't care about you after you go to college."

But now, she has to hide herself in the bushes and avoid being chased by strangers.

Someone would point a machete at her, and someone would point an iron rod at her.

Everyone wanted her to die, but she had no intention of making others pay the price.

"Why would you be afraid to use this? Take the one given to you. Uncle has more here."

Su Mo said, pulling out from his backpack.

Under the gaze of Ma Benchun and the other two, a forearm-long submachine gun was pulled out by Su Mo.

Compared with a pistol, this submachine gun is more powerful.

The overall shape is long and narrow, and the metal shell emits a cold luster in the moonlight, like a dormant venomous snake, ready to spit out deadly venom at any time.

The three looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and disbelief.

If the pistol is still within the scope of their understanding, then this submachine gun is obviously beyond the standard.

How many such guns do their Mizuno Alliance guards have?

The handmade earthen guns of the guards flashed through his mind, and then looked at this obviously finely processed submachine gun.

Ma Benchun swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Boss Ji, next we..."

He didn't dare to follow.

He still wanted to follow the ordinary dragon crossing the river to see if he would let them slip through his fingers.

But he didn't dare to stay with this kind of dragon for a moment, for fear that the other party would yawn and kill them.

"You want to follow too?"

Su Mo smiled and said: "That's fine. The road is not easy to walk at night. It's more convenient to have more people."

"I..."

"You don't want to leave, do you?" Su Mo restrained his smile and zipped up his backpack with his backhand.

"No, Boss Ji, how can we leave now?"

It's really like being with a king like being with a tiger. Ma Benchun's soul was scared to death.

The remaining two people were also scared. Su Mo glanced at them, and they nodded repeatedly and didn't leave.

"That's good. You guys should follow me until I leave in the next few days."

"When I'm in a good mood, maybe I can leave you some good things to make a fortune."

Su Mo shook his backpack up, and a crisp metal collision sound came from it.

Damn, you still have it?

You guys are dealing in arms, right?

After the three people were shocked, they couldn't help but feel warm in their hearts. What is a good thing to make a fortune?

When their eyes touched the pistol held by Luo Jiao, they didn't dare to think about it any further.

If they can use a few days to change one, even if it is dangerous, it is completely worth it!

It can be said that as long as they have a gun, even if they can't get along in the Mizuno Alliance, they can quickly settle down by changing any one.

"Jiaowa, why don't you let your cousin lead the way?" Ma Benchun coughed lightly and patted his chest: "Don't worry, I, Ma, really want to risk it. I still have face in this area. It's no problem to protect your father."

"Thank you Uncle Ma, thank you uncle, thank you two uncles."

Luo Jiao was so happy that she laughed and cried.

The group turned a corner, and under her leadership, they rushed to the riverside along the edge of the reed marsh.

There are many places to go into the water here, but his father has always been very particular about the place he chooses.

He changes one every three days, never repeating, and never competing with others.

However, even so, because the harvest is too much, he was still surrounded by people.

Luo Jiao first brought a few people to the place where the two of them went during the day, but no one was seen here.

However, there is a sampan hidden in the reed marsh, which can accommodate several people.

Lao Zhang and Lao Gong skillfully picked up the bamboo poles, and the small sampan shot out of the water like an arrow.

Not long after, sparks were seen on the river.

There were quite a few people surrounding the Luo family father and son, at least more than 30 sampans and more than 80 people.

Seeing Lao Zhang's unfamiliar face, several nearby sampans surrounded him.

"Where are you from? Go away."

"Why are you still standing there? Are you not convinced?"

"Looking for trouble, right? You dare to stare at me. I think you don't want to live anymore."

The first few people who surrounded him spoke in a very aggressive tone, looking angry.

The middle-aged man who came later was relatively calm. He clasped his fists to Lao Zhang and said:

"We are looking for someone. Please take a detour. It won't work here tonight."

"Old Song, you haven't found Luo Quezi yet?" Old Ma stood up and obviously knew the middle-aged man.

"Old Ma?"

Song Santang frowned: "How do you know I'm looking for Luo Quezi?"

"Haha, Luo Quezi's fish king was caught in your Shuihua Cong. Haven't you been thinking about it for many days?"

Anyone can hear the sarcasm in Ma Benchun's voice, and someone can't help it immediately.

"How can you talk like that, you stinky drug seller?"

"Get out of the way, I'd kill you now if you didn't take a lot of goods from our Shuihua."

"Damn, you think you're a big shot, right? I see there are people on the boat... Damn, isn't this Luo Quezi's daughter?"

"Quick, come here, Luo Quezi's daughter is on this boat!"

The water surface suddenly became noisy.

When the sampans near and far heard about Luo Quezi's daughter, they immediately rushed over.

"Old Ma, so you're here to send someone to us?"

After Song Santang identified her, he couldn't help laughing when he compared her with the information he had collected. He immediately thought that he had misunderstood Ma Benchun's intention.

"You should have said it earlier, the brothers thought you were here to cause trouble."

They couldn't find Luo Quezi, but it was much more convenient with his precious daughter in their hands.

For a moment, those who had just started to curse were a little embarrassed and quickly apologized.

There was no mention of the stinky drug seller, leaving only friendly Uncle Ma one after another.

"You all recognize Uncle Ma, and Uncle Ma is indeed very happy."

"Uncle Ma, what are you talking about? If you don't say anything else, we, the Song family, will be the first to refuse to agree to anyone who offends you in the future."

Hearing this, Ma Benchun smiled happily, but the conversation suddenly changed.

"Well said, in that case...Uncle Ma would like to advise you, it's not too late to leave now."

"ah?"

Song Santang was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

"What did you say?"

"He told you to get out or you will die." Lao Zhang touched his beard and intervened.

At this time, many sampans were already surrounding us.

After hearing Lao Zhang's arrogant speech, some people suddenly couldn't sit still and picked up the machete in the cabin.

There were also a few who took out their crossbows and looked over with malicious intent.

"Cousin..."

Luo Jiao was so nervous that she couldn't speak. If she hadn't been able to feel the warm breath emanating from Somo's body all the time, she might have had difficulty breathing.

After all, it would be impossible for any survivor to calm down if he was surrounded by 70 or 80 men in the middle of the water and pointed at weapons.

Let alone a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Remember how I just taught you how to use this gun?"

"I remember."

"Then pick up the gun and shoot him." He pointed at Song Santang with his mouth, and Su Mo's eyes were soft without any killing intent.

"Don't worry, your dad is watching right now, don't let him down."

"What?"

Luo Jiao was suddenly stunned, her eyes scanning the dozens of sampans surrounding them in the darkness.

The night was dark, the firelight flickered under the moonlight, and there was some reflection on the river. With her eyesight, she could not see clearly even twenty meters away, so she could not see Luo You's figure.

"Cousin..."

As if she had determined something in her heart, she turned her head again, her eyes firming up.

She gritted her teeth, picked up the pistol beside her, turned off the safety, and shot Song Santang.

boom.

The blazing flames flashed past amid the explosions.

According to the probability of a beginner's first shot hitting the target, there is about a 90% chance of missing the target at a distance of ten meters.

But what is surprising is that Luo Jiao really hit the target.

But the one who was hit was the unlucky man holding a machete next to Song Santang, who screamed and fell into the water.

"Damn, they have guns!"

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

The water suddenly exploded, and the fear rooted in genes made everyone suffocate.

Plop, there were several sounds of jumping into the water.

Someone who saw the opportunity jumped into the water decisively, fearing that he would be hit by a gun the next second.

The sampans that were still surrounding them in the distance stopped tacitly, as if they had seen a ghost, and were surprised and uncertain.

"Very good, but remember to be more decisive next time you shoot."

As Sumo said, he casually picked up the submachine gun placed at his feet and fired at the side without looking.

Boom boom boom boom...

A series of explosions sounded like the steps of the God of Death. Although the gunfire drifted and scattered, it accurately hit several people holding crossbows and earthen guns who were preparing to shoot.

Including Song Santang, he was also hit in the leg and fell down in the cabin howling.

"I'll count to three. Anyone who doesn't leave will die."

Somo stood up, and although his voice was not loud, it was deafening at this moment.

The approaching sampans only hesitated for a moment, and before Somo could call out '1', they turned around like crazy.

By the time we reached exit '2', there was no ship that dared to come around.

All the boats were running away, for fear of running slower than others, and those without poles even put their arms in their hands to row.

However, at this moment, facing an escape sampan in the group of sampans that looked no different from the other boats, Sumo laughed loudly:

"Luo You, do you want to run too?"

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