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Chapter 7 Danger Approaches 1
As soon as the vibration of the iron pipe stopped, Su Wanqing's eardrums were pierced by the shouting and cursing downstairs.

The bald landlord's hoarse voice exploded from the seventh-floor stairwell: "That little bitch has stockpiled enough rice and flour to last us six months!"

Su Wanqing frowned, the zombie blood on the soles of her tactical boots left dark red marks on the wall of the pipe. She took out a piece of chewing gum and put it in her mouth to chew. The sweetness could suppress the rust in her throat.

"Brother Wang, all the fire hydrants on this floor are empty." A shrill voice shouted, and the clanging sound of the iron rod hitting the metal door made the dust in the ventilation duct fall down.

Su Wanqing licked her back teeth and counted the footsteps. There were at least five adult men.

Lin Che's hot breath sprayed on the back of her neck, carrying with it the heat of a fever. The boy's curled knees were pressing against the old injury on her waist.

When the landlord kicked open the door of Room 704, Su Wanqing was wrapping the last half of the climbing rope around her wrist.

Suddenly, there was the crunching sound of a dog gnawing on a bone downstairs, mixed with the howling of a middle-aged man like a pig being slaughtered: "My leg! My leg!" The tactical flashlight swept across the gap in the pipe wall, and in the flickering light, she saw an old man in a security uniform lying in a pool of blood at the corner of the third floor - it was the gatekeeper who led the landlord half an hour ago.

"The mutant dogs are coming!" The shrill-voiced man suddenly changed his tone, "Brother Wang, shall we retreat?"

The iron rod fell to the ground with a clang, followed by the sound of belt buckles colliding.

Su Wanqing felt the whip marks on Lin Che's back were burning, the jade bracelet was vibrating and making her wrist bones ache, and a red alarm was jumping on her retina: [Energy Core Overload Warning].

The landlord slapped someone in the face, the sound tinged with spit. "You useless person! There are only two households left on the seventh floor that haven't been searched. Where can that woman hide with a cripple?"

Su Wanqing used the tip of her shoe to lift up the ventilation duct cover and saw the single female office worker in room 502 being dragged through the corridor by her hair, with the collar of her pajamas torn open for the most part - this woman had posted a photo of her newly bought imported cat food in the owners' group last week.

Lin Che suddenly twitched, his silver hair rustling against the tube wall. Su Wanqing pinched his Adam's apple with her backhand, not releasing her grip until the boy rolled his eyes.

The screaming downstairs suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of dog claws scratching the concrete floor.

The wife of the owner of Room 402 was crying, "Old Liu was dragged away by a dog! Save him!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The landlord swung a fire extinguisher and smashed the fire hydrant glass. "That bitch must be in the ventilation duct!"

Su Wanqing touched the handle of the Tang sword at her waist, and the cold touch made her gums ache.

In his previous life, this bald man relied on reporting his neighbors to receive relief food, and eventually became a spy for the plunderers.

Su Wanqing bit the tactical flashlight in her mouth and saw dark red liquid flowing down the stair railing and forming a small puddle on the third-floor platform.

Two wild dogs were tearing the old security guard's intestines, their black fur covered with cement dust.

Behind her, Lin Che dug his nails into the scabby wound on her forearm. Su Wanqing could smell the scent of lily of the valley emanating from the boy—a precursor to the awakening of supernatural powers. She pulled out a bag of popping candy and poured it into his mouth. The clatter of the plastic wrapper drew the barking of stray dogs downstairs.

A holographic map suddenly popped up on the jade bracelet, and three red dots were moving along the safe passage towards the seventh floor.

"Found it!" The landlord's bald head suddenly appeared under the ventilation duct, and the flashlight made Su Wanqing squint.

The oily sweat on the old man's face reflected in the light. He had a mouth full of gold teeth but one front tooth was missing: "Xiao Su, hand over the supplies, uncle promises..." Su Wanqing spit out the chewing gum, and the pink colloid stuck on the wall of the tube dripped right on his head.

Lin Che suddenly whimpered like a puppy, and blue blood seeped through the bandage on his back.

Su Wanqing pulled open his collar and saw the needle hole under his collarbone moving.

The stray dogs downstairs also started banging on the fire door on the seventh floor, and the anti-theft chain made a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The landlord raised his crowbar and poked at the ventilation pipe: "You don't want to give me face."

Su Wanqing swung down by the climbing rope and kicked the landlord's crowbar hard with the sole of her tactical boots.

The iron rod slipped out of his hand in an instant and hit the knee of the shrill-voiced man. The man hugged his leg and rolled down the stairs, knocking over the owner of 402 who was holding an iron pot as a shield.

The jade bracelet vibrated and a list of supplies popped up. She saw that there was still half a box of firecrackers in the inventory.

"Damn bitch!" The landlord wiped the gum off his bald head and pulled out a bone-chopping knife from his waist. "Today..."

Su Wanqing took out his cell phone unexpectedly and played the recording. The lewd laughter of him threatening the female student in the owners' group echoed in the corridor.

The female office worker in Room 502 suddenly rushed over and scratched the landlord's face: "It was you who told the predator the security door code!"

When Lin Che fell from the ventilation duct, Su Wanqing happened to catch his burning waist.

The boy's pupils beneath his silver hair turned into vertical lines like a cat's, and his nails grew three centimeters long.

The owner of 402 suddenly pointed at them and screamed, "Monsters! These two are monsters!"

The moment the wild dog broke through the fire door, Su Wanqing had already dragged Lin Che into Room 705 and threw out three smoke bombs.

"Shut up if you want painkillers." She pressed the boy against the entrance cabinet, opened his tactical vest and took out the adrenaline injection.

(End of this chapter)