Han Xiaowu, groggy and confused, looked at Sam with a bewildered expression, a ridiculous thought crossing her mind.
Aliens?
Before the catastrophe struck, the internet was filled with various opinions, one of the popular theories being the "Alien Attack Theory."
It speculated that the disaster was an alien assault aimed at occupying Earth. However, this theory lacked logical support, and Han Xiaowu had never believed in it. But now... could there actually be aliens?
Seeing the puzzled look on her face, Sam laughed heartily, indulging in his mischief. Hearing the laughter, Han Xiaowu calmed down, realizing the person in front of her was not an alien but a human who had just been teasing her.
Blushing and somewhat indignantly, she stood up. Yet, remembering the thugs chasing them, she hurriedly exclaimed, "Let's go! The thugs are coming down!"
"Uh, a woman?" Sam was taken aback, finally noticing her face. With a delicate oval face, fair skin, and fine features, she had a natural beauty and a touch of valiance. This surprised Sam; her beauty was on par with the girls in the shelter. But... priorities. Killing came first.
Snapping back to reality, Sam smirked, "I'm just afraid they won't come." As he spoke, noisy sounds approached. On one side, several thugs were rushing towards the door, coming down the emergency ladder. On the other, thugs were running down the stairs from the upper floors, trying to block Han Xiaowu!
Sam, knowing how many were approaching, didn't hesitate and moved towards the room. The property building was deserted, the few thugs that had just barged into the living room were met with Sam's presence.
"Who's there!?" Startled and before they could react, Sam decisively opened fire. With just four shots, he took them out with precise bursts. The stability of the MP5SD far exceeded that of handguns, significantly improving Sam's headshot rate.
Then, the people upstairs came down, a good seven or eight of them, armed with sticks and axes, their faces alight with excitement. Upon seeing Han Xiaowu at the door, their excitement heightened. But then... they met an even more thrilled Sam.
"Da-da-da-da!" The submachine gun spat flames as Sam, without a moment's hesitation, stepped out the door, raised his gun, and unleashed a barrage.
In the somewhat dark corridor, the flames from the bullets' discharge instantly illuminated the surroundings, followed by a deadly rain of bullets. A high-capacity magazine, holding 96 rounds, was emptied in a matter of seconds. The thugs didn't even have time to react before they were enveloped in the barrage, their bodies riddled with bullet holes!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Once Sam had emptied his magazine, all the thugs lay on the ground, faces frozen in terror and confusion, dead with their eyes wide open.
"Hmph!" Sam snorted coldly, pulling a spare magazine from his waistband and clicking it into place with a few swift motions.
Elsewhere, upstairs, Scarface was leisurely checking supplies, casually drinking a bottle of milk.
"That Han Xiaowu is a well-known beauty in the neighborhood, a manager in a big company before the disaster, highly educated, a true elite!"
"Before, I could only look up to such people, but soon... heh, I'll have my way with her!" Xiao Dao thought eagerly, wishing time would fast-forward to when his men captured Han Xiaowu.
Suddenly! Screams and the sound of gunfire came from downstairs. The silencing effect of the MP5SD was so effective that Xiao Dao couldn't immediately identify the noise.
"What's going on? Someone came to rescue?" Xiao Dao frowned, a ruthless look crossing his face. It was possible someone from the many family shelters in the neighborhood had come to the rescue.
"To hell with them! Xiao Wu, Xiao Yu, grab your guns, follow me!" Xiao Dao called out, and immediately, a dozen loyal men armed with guns followed him downstairs.
As they descended the stairs and just rounded a corner, suddenly! Whoosh! The sound of a bowstring, and a crossbow bolt flew through the air, aimed straight at Xiao Dao! He managed to dodge behind one of his men, Xiao Yu, at the last moment.
"Thud!" The next instant, he saw a sharp crossbow bolt pierce through Xiao Yu's head!
"What kind of crossbow is that?" Xiao Dao was stunned, but before he could react, the submachine gun fired again.
Da-da-da-da! The flames burst out once more, and several men in front were hit, torn apart, and instantly killed in the surprise attack.
"Damn, a submachine gun!"
"Fire back!"
"Throw your weapons at him!"
Xiao Dao roared, raising his shotgun in an attempt to suppress Sam!