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Jiang Ning deliberately bought a few when hoarding, thinking that maybe she could bluff people at a critical moment, but she didn’t expect Huo Yishen to have the real deal in his hands. 

Because of the apocalypse, the order has collapsed, but the core departments of the government were still functioning. However, the floods submerged everything, making the efficiency as slow as a turtle’s pace, but this thing was still relatively strictly controlled. 

So, until the last moment, she wouldn’t use the real thing in front of everyone. 

Alarming the authorities was one thing, but she couldn’t find a reason to explain to Zheng Weili and others. 

But she doesn’t know what will happen tomorrow. If the situation really gets out of control, she will not hesitate to shoot. 

Looking at the tightly closed door of 1801, Zheng Weili pulled Jiang Ning into the room and couldn’t help but ask curiously, “How did he get a gun?” 

“He’s a special police officer, so he probably has connections.” 

“Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect that not only could he fight. He’s actually a sharpshooter.” 

Now, not only the crazy killers are taken care of, even He Zhian and his group will probably stay quiet for a while. 

To be honest, seeing the madman die at Huo Yishen’s hands, Zheng Weili and the others breathed a sigh of relief. 

He was a great yet pitiful father. He couldn’t survive his injuries, but falling into the hands of those people, he probably wouldn’t have a dignified death. 

It’s better to leave him with some dignity. 

With real guns in the team, Zheng Weili and the others felt more at ease, but they still felt a bit worried about being investigated. 

They thought they were going to face a fierce battle, but they didn’t expect to be disrupted by a madman, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. 

Several people paid attention to the movement downstairs. Those who weren’t injured dispersed like birds and beasts, while the injured ones, seeing that the residents of the 18th floor were determined not to help, could only curse and leave. 

Soon, the 17th floor quieted down. 

A lot of people came for this confrontation, but many just pretended to be involved without actually participating. 

The 17th floor was particularly cautious, locking their door tightly and not opening it at all. 

After all, they were too close to the 18th floor. If they were to retaliate, they would be the first one to suffer. 

However, when they finally opened the door, they were shocked and terrified. Bloodstains were everywhere in the corridor, with many bodies lying on the ground. 

Who did they provoke? Why does the 17th floor always become a battlefield? 

The residents of the three households cursed and they discussed on throwing the bodies into the water, then cleaned up the bloodstained corridor. 

What kind of day is this? Are they not allowed to live? 

Just as they finished cleaning up, the relatives of the deceased rushed over. Upon learning that the bodies had been disposed of, they started arguing loudly with the residents of the 17th floor. 

People who are usually mild tempered lose control and become dangerous when provoked. After enduring for so long, the residents of the 17th floor finally exploded, rushing into the room and grabbing their kitchen knives. 

“For heaven’s sake, who did we provoke? Why do they always come to our door? We didn’t kill those people, why should we be blamed for not opening the door? 

You knew they were breaking the law, why didn’t you stop them? Now that people are dead, you come here to bring us bad luck? 

If you wanted the bodies, you should have come earlier to take them away. Now, if you want them, go fish them out of the water!” 

Honest people don’t get angry. Getting angry can cost lives. Seeing several kitchen knives waving nonstop, the relatives of the deceased didn’t dare to provoke them anymore. Reluctantly, they cursed and left. 

Before they came up, they calculated how much they could get, but unexpectedly, they didn’t get anything, and their own men were killed by a madman. How would these widows and orphans live in the future? 

Heaven, please open your eyes and stop raining down misfortune! 

Around noon, Lu Yu and Zhang Chao managed to gather some information. 

The madman who attacked people with a knife lived on the seventh floor. He had been divorced for many years and lived with his daughter. Previously, their home was broken into by masked gangs in the middle of the night, and all their belongings were stolen. 

With nowhere else to turn, his daughter resorted to selling herself secretly just to survive. Upon learning the truth, he angrily slapped his daughter twice. 

The daughter, overwhelmed with shame, leaped into the floodwaters… 

Already dependent on his daughter for everything, the man couldn’t bear the shock, went mad, and began a killing spree with his knife as a revenge against society. 

Several people were killed on the spot, some died from heavy bleeding, and many others were injured, trampled, and squeezed, but with the heavy rain, it was impossible to reach the hospital by boat. 

They could only endure the situation at home. 

Yang Weicong and He Zhian remained unconscious, their hoping they would just kick the bucket. 

Returning in defeat, the morale of the enemy diminished, and the entire unit building was filled with sorrow and devastation. 

Jiang Ning thought of another matter. Among those people they face off, the ones with rosy complexion were probably the masked robbery gang. 

Although several of them were killed by the madman, some of them managed to escaped. They would have to be extra cautious of this group in the future. 

Even though the fight didn’t happen. Coke was feeling off, it’s sulking and pouting. 

Helpless, guard dogs are naturally aggressive. Jiang Ning could only console it with delicious food. 

“Do you have a grudge against Yang Weicong?” the poop scoop officer was very curious. “You always pounce on him!” 

Coke grumbled with its sharp teeth, continuing to be sulky and stubborn. 

It not only had a grudge against that bastard, but it was also a blood feud! 

Jiang Ning hugged the dog, her gaze gradually becoming deep. 

Just waking up from her nap, she heard the rustling sound from the walkie talkie. “Jiang Ning, are you teaching Doudou today?” 

It was Huo Yishen. Jiang Ning replied, “Yes.” 

Although there wasn’t a fight today, conflict would inevitably arise sooner or later. The only way is to improve oneself. 

The sound of knocking came, and Coke ran to open the door with it’s paws, automatically exchanging places with Doudou, then carried it’s dog food to room 1801 for training. 

Doudou was locked in the room by Huo Yishen, but she wasn’t completely clueless. Looking a bit disheartened, she asked, “Sister, when will I grow up and be able to protect you and brother?” 

Jiang Ning comforted her, “Study hard, grow up quickly, and you’ll be able to protect us soon.” 

Doudou didn’t understand, “If Coke can do it, why can’t I?” 

“You’re different from Coke. It’s a dog, it grows quickly. We humans grow slowly.” Jiang Ning encouraged her, trying to ease her disappointment and anxiety. “Listen to your brother, he will help you grow up as soon as possible.” 

Doudou became happy again, secretly lifting her clothes to show her, “Sister, I think I can do it. Brother exercises with me every day.” 

Seeing Doudou’s abs, Jiang Ning was shocked. She didn’t even have those yet! 

The child is still growing, and excessive exercise isn’t good for her, but in these special times, Jiang Ning didn’t think Huo Yishen was wrong. Accidents could happen at any time in the apocalypse, so having self-protection ability was crucial. 

Train hard, build up, and get those abs! 

No need to discuss it with each other, the awareness of the 18th floor is very high, and the days ahead will only get harder. 

Even through the wall, you could hear the sound of Zheng Weili punching. 

For dinner, Jiang Ning and Doudou had noodles with a spoonful of meat sauce, which smelled especially delicious when mixed. The walkie-talkie sounded again, “Are we sparring later?” 

Without hesitation, Jiang Ning replied, “Yes.” 

Entering room of 1801, they went straight to the point and started training. Jiang Ning hadn’t released her morning frustration, so she trained a bit fiercely. 

Everyone had secrets, and she kept her mouth shut about the gun. 

Facing her fierce attacks, Huo Yishen’s defense was like an impenetrable fortress. 

After two full hours, Jiang Ning was exhausted, feeling like she had been pulled out of the water, and sat on the non slip mat panting. 

He handed her a clean towel, “Wipe yourself off.” 

Jiang Ning thanked him, she almost collapsed from exhaustion. 

Huo Yishen surprised her with his words, “The recoil of your gun is a bit strong. You need to adjust your grip slightly, otherwise, you might injure your arm.” 

A bit stunned, Jiang Ning was a little bit confused, “…”