Extremely cold apocalypse: I use a cornucopia to store billions of supplies

I heard the stall owner say that his brother was the captain of the patrol team in the outer city.

The people around who were watching the show looked at Jack with pity in their eyes.

Someone else kindly reminded:

"Let's go, his brother is the captain of the patrol team, and he can cause trouble for anyone he wants here.

We don't dare to mess with you, don't even think about it. "

The people around him also whispered.

"A flashlight is more important than life."

"What a pity for this kid's good luck. I don't know where I got the flashlight from. Is there any other good stuff?"

Although the surrounding voices were low, Jack heard them all.

His face turned ugly.

If these people thought he had other good things in him, he wouldn't be able to leave today.

Sure enough, the stall owner also heard what was said around him, and looked at Jack like a hungry wolf looking at a sheep, with undisguised greed in his eyes.

So Jack quickly explained:

"This flashlight was given to me by a strong man. It's the only one!"

"Strong? What kind of strong person has a humble refugee like you seen? A fourth-order evolved person is a strong person in your eyes, right?

My brother is a fourth-order evolver. This is obviously the flashlight my brother got from the base in exchange for his meritorious service. "

The white stall owner sneered:

"Boy, do you want to rob someone here in broad daylight? Do you believe I can call the patrol over?"

No need to call at all.

The patrol team saw more and more people in front of this stall and took the initiative to approach.

"What happened?!"

When Jack saw the people on patrol, he gritted his teeth and treated a dead horse as a living horse and said:

"This guy stole my flashlight because he couldn't make a deal! Sir, give me your opinion!"

But when the white stall owner saw who the visitor was, his expression immediately became much more relaxed:

"Sir, this is my flashlight. This refugee has never seen anything good, and he came over to take a look at it and actually wanted to rob it. What do you think we should do?"

The man wearing a patrol badge looked around at the faces of Jack and the white vendor.

When he saw the white stall owner, his expression changed obviously, and he nodded imperceptibly to the stall owner.

He turned to Jack and asked:

"You said the flashlight was yours, do you have proof?"

Jack saw the interaction between the two people, but he didn't know that they knew each other. The situation in front of him was not good for him.

His voice was a bit dry: "Everyone around me can testify for me..."

The patrol member glanced around at the onlookers.

These people waved their hands repeatedly to indicate that they did not see it.

Even the person who just reminded Jack turned around and left.

Before the patrol team arrived, the white stall owner said that his brother was the captain of the patrol team, which may have been a bluff.

Now that they know that this stall owner is really related to the patrol team, how dare they get into trouble.

He didn't even look at the excitement, and soon Jack was alone in front of the stall.

Because collateral was needed to enter the city, only Jack entered the city alone, and other companions met him at the gate.

Jack looked bitter, knowing that he would never get the flashlight back today, so he could only admit that he was unlucky.

"Forget it, I don't want the flashlight."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

He secretly vowed never to come again next time and would not consider joining the outer city again.

What a bullshit outer city. When he was a refugee outside, he was free as a human being, but here, a person with no power and no backing is like a dog!

However, when Jack wanted to leave, someone refused to let him go.

"Sir, this refugee tried to rob me of my things and slandered me. This kind of person cannot be allowed to leave."

The white stall owner's face was extremely proud at this time.

The patrol team looked at the white stall owner. After the two exchanged a knowing look, they grabbed Jack!

Jack quickly dodged and subconsciously drew out his weapon to defend himself, his face full of rage:

"You have already stolen my things! I have nothing on me now, why are you still arresting me!"

"Who knows if you stole anything else from me?" the white stall owner said with a sinister smile.

The patrol members drew their weapons:

"You are acting suspiciously. Come back with me to be investigated! Anyone who dares to attack the patrol will be punished with extra punishment! Cooperate and follow me, otherwise I will kill you now!"

At this time, other patrol members not far away saw the situation here and surrounded them from several directions.

Jack's joints holding the weapon creaked, he was extremely angry!

What a base outside the city!

What a patrol!

Could it be that he finally unlocked the third-level gene lock and will die here today? !

Just when Jack was desperate, a voice sounded from the other side:

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw the figure of a fat man...Chen Quan.

Jack no longer expects anyone to believe him or speak for himself.

So he just pursed his lips and said nothing, and just stared at the white stall owner with determined eyes.

The one who started all this today!

Seeing that the attention of the stall owner and everyone was attracted by Chen Quan, Jack secretly took out the gun he got last time from his arms.

Turning on the gene lock, he pulled the trigger towards the white stall owner's brow at such a close distance!

"Bang!"

The sound of a gunshot drew everyone's attention to Jack.

It turned out that Jack had hated this man for a long time. He didn't want to survive, but only wanted to kill the white stall owner and took the initiative to attack.

The white stall owner was also a third-level evolver, so he was slow to react and turned his head to dodge.

However, he still couldn't dodge completely, and one ear was shot through by a bullet.

He screamed in pain: "Ah!! Kill him, kill him for me!!"

"court death!!"

Behind Jack, someone took action boldly.

The white stall owner's brother, Captain Gervase, who is in charge of the black market patrol team, also arrived here.

Seeing his brother being attacked, Gervas kicked the gun out of Jack's hand, and at the same time wiped the knife in Jack's neck!

at the same time.

At a certain stall.

A piece of gravel pressed against the plastic sheet suddenly flew up and hit Gervas' wrist holding the knife at an extremely fast speed.