Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

Doctor Wei and his son, wearing helmets, carefully pushed open the door of the wooden house, raised the guns in their hands slightly, and looked around vigilantly.

The room was pitch black, with only the moonlight filtering through the window casting a few patches of light and shadow on the floor.

In the darkness, the vision was blurred and I could only see a few figures lying there in a mess, and they seemed to be wearing very bulky clothes.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dr. Wei's eyes.

In fact, this kind of weapon may also cause the opponent to have hallucinations and stagger. I didn’t expect that this family was so useless that they all fell into a coma.

Dr. Wei whispered to his son to follow, and the two of them walked one in front and one behind, walking slowly, afraid to make any noise.

After confirming that there was no ambush in the house, Dr. Wei took out a flashlight from his waist and quickly turned it on. The beam swept across the corners of the house and finally stopped on the "unconscious" bodies of Zhou Shuwan and others.

He lowered his voice and adjusted the flashlight to avoid the beam being too glaring. Then he gently nudged his son beside him with his elbow, signaling him to start searching Zhou Shuwan's belongings.

The son nodded, walked quietly to Zhou Shuwan, squatted down, and just as his fingers touched her backpack, Zhou Shuwan suddenly opened her eyes, moved swiftly, snatched the gun from his hand, and put the muzzle of the gun against his temple.

At the same time, Qi Mingyu and Mu Mu also quickly jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Dr. Wei respectively.

Before Dr. Wei could react, Qi Mingyu had already grabbed his wrist tightly and his gun was taken away.

His face suddenly changed and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He obviously did not expect that the Zhou family would set such a trap.

"you……"

Zhou Shuwan restrained Dr. Wei's son, put the muzzle of the gun to his temple, and asked sternly, "Tell me, what is your purpose in coming here?"

Doctor Wei's face turned pale. He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly. "We...we can't make ends meet anymore. Knowing that your Zhou family is wealthy, we thought of stealing some supplies..."

Zhou Shuwan sneered, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Stealing supplies? Doctor Wei, do you think we will believe it?"

Dr. Wei's son was restrained, with cold sweat on his face, and was obviously very frightened.

He has lived a life of luxury for so many years, relying on his father's medical skills to live a relatively wealthy life on the mother ship, and there is the navy outside to resist threats.

Therefore, his ability to respond to emergencies is not as good as that of a child who survived the apocalypse for a few years.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Qi Mingyu covered his mouth and then kicked him hard in the calf.

There was only a "crack" sound, and the sound of broken bones was particularly clear in the silent wooden house.

His body trembled violently in pain, but because his mouth was blocked, he could only make low whimpers, and sweat dripped from his face like rain.

Seeing this, Dr. Wei was shocked and angry. He rushed forward and tried to save his son.

However, Mu Mu was prepared. He pointed the gun at his forehead and said coldly, "Why, do you think I can't shoot?"

The young man, filled with anger, smashed the muzzle of the gun into his forehead.

Dr. Wei took a step back under the gunshot, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced out the window, as if expecting the patrol outside to notice the movement here.

Zhou Shuwan sensed his intention and sneered, "Doctor Wei, are you trying to attract the attention of the patrol outside? Who do you think is faster, them or our guns?"

Dr. Wei's expression became even uglier, as his thoughts were obviously exposed.

There are indeed military patrols on the island.

The reason why Dr. Wei and his son came to poison was to avoid attracting other people's attention.

Space is what he wants most, and he certainly doesn't want others to interfere.

Mu Mu also spoke up, sneering, "Of course, if you want your son to suffer more, you can do whatever you want! My shooting is the worst in the family, and I don't know where I'll hit your son!"