Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Everyone is Responsible for Saving Jiang Yan!

“Yes, it’s her! Her gun is real!”

“The boss said, in this building, everyone but her can be provoked!”

“Bro Three, you’ve really bumped into the business end of a gun this time!” The last man’s words, it was unclear whether he stumbled out of genuine worry or was reveling in schadenfreude.

It sounded quite inviting for a beating.

Scarred Man listened to the crowd, incredulously glancing at Jiang Yan with twitching muscles at the corners of his mouth, “You, are you really that Jiang Yan?!”

Jiang Yan ignored him and sternly commanded, “Throw your knife away!”

She was already standing on the steps of the staircase, occupying the advantageous high ground.

Now with a gun in her hand, even though she was slender, she still exuded an immense sense of oppression.

“Granny! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’m throwing it! I’m throwing it now!!” Scarred Man babbled with legs slightly bending, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground with a clang.

A fresh smell of urine wafted from him.

He had originally come to the hallway to relieve his bladder but was sidetracked by the sight of Jiang Yan, forgetting his pressing need.

Normally, a man who had faced turbulent times in the mines and nightclubs wouldn’t be so faint-hearted.

But who would have thought, his bladder was already working overtime for quite some time.

Now with this shock, like a dike being breached, he couldn’t hold it in.

In a nutshell, it was a real pain in the ass.

After all, he had a bunch of brothers behind him.

“Miss Jiang, can I go now?” Scarred Man worried that Jiang Yan’s handgun might accidentally fire, cautiously asked with his hands instinctively on his head.

It was just short of raising a white flag.

The smell in the corridor was indescribable, and Jiang Yan didn’t want to waste much time with them.

Besides, the few people in front of her weren’t worth wasting a bullet on.

But these men were no good characters.

Even if letting the tiger return to the mountain, she had to clip their claws, with that thought, her gaze swept across the fish shooting guns in everyone’s hands, and she said,

“You can go, but the fish shooting guns must all be left behind!”

“This…”

“Miss Jiang, can you let us keep the fish shooting guns? Our food has mostly run out; we wanted to keep the guns for fishing!”

“Yes, yes, Miss Jiang, we swear to heaven, we will definitely not use the guns for evil! If we break this oath, may the heavens strike us with thunder!”

“Yes, yes! Miss Jiang, please let us keep them!”

“Miss Jiang, please! A good deed will bring good fortune!”

“Yes, yes, Miss Jiang, you are a good person, just leave us with something to feed ourselves!”

The remaining few exchanged glances for a second, babbling like they were nearly on the verge of kneeling and begging for mercy.

Those fish shooting guns, if it were before the apocalypse, would cost only a few hundred yuan each, not worth much money.

And even if confiscated, one could simply order another online.

But now, they were an exceptional weapon.

After all, they could attack from a distance, sometimes far useful than daggers or knives.

“Whether I’m a good person, I don’t know, but there’s one thing I do know, ‘a leopard can’t change its spots’! If you are not willing, then—” Jiang Yan coldly scanned over the crowd as her gun barrel pressed harder against Scarred Man’s forehead.

Her finger visibly tightened on the trigger halfway.

“Listen to Miss Jiang, put down all the fish shooting guns! I will explain to the boss!!” Scarred Man, unable to see what was happening behind him, waved his hands with urgency and shouted commanding the men to obey.

The few subordinates reluctantly placed the fish shooting guns on the ground.

As Scarred Man’s words fell, several figures rushed down from the 20th floor.

Jiang Yan glimpsed from the corner of her eye; her wariness immediately eased.

Unexpectedly, the people who came were Sun Jingtao, Ye Qing, and Su Dai.

After all, there was a gap of 12 stories between the 32nd and 19th floors.

Given the commotion downstairs was significant, one would think it wouldn’t reach all the way up.

Sun Jingtao was holding a gleaming bone chopper, Ye Qing had a blood-stained hammer, while Su Dai was wielding a long anti-explosive steel fork from who-knows-where.

She placed herself determinedly behind Jiang Yan, with the fork prongs perfectly resting against Scarred Man’s neck.

Though the three were wearing masks, the men seemed to realize who they were.

Two already wore pained expressions akin to tragic masks.

“Xiao Ye, go collect the fish shooting guns for Jiang Yan, I’ll cover you,” Sun Jingtao said softly, holding his bone chopper.

Ye Qing didn’t respond, descended the stairs, and advanced toward those men.

Sun Jingtao followed him, his gaze very guardedly scanning the surroundings.

Ye Qing quickly gathered up a total of six fish shooting guns.

“Miss Jiang, can I go now?” Scarred Man was pointed at with both the gun and Su Dai’s anti-explosive steel fork, looking utterly downcast.

All the humiliations of his life culminated in that day.

Seeing Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao retreat back, Jiang Yan then coldly spat out one word:

“Scram!”

At her word, Scarred Man kept thanking her as he shrank his neck from Su Dai’s steel fork and hastily strode back, almost tumbling down at the fire door from the third floor of the stairs.

Whether his legs gave out or not, he nearly tripped and fell.

“Bro Three.” The remaining men quickly supported him backward and nervously slammed the fire door shut with a clang.

Simultaneously, both upstairs and downstairs quieted the rubbernecking and slammed their respective fire doors shut as well.

Sun Jingtao frowned and looked up before coming back to his senses and saying to Jiang Yan, “Jiang Yan, shall we go up first?”

Jiang Yan nodded, engaging the safety of the handgun before slipping it into her backpack.

In reality, she put the gun back in ‘Space.’

Then she took out a flashlight from her backpack, shining it as they headed upstairs.

The stairwell was dim and foul-smelling, so they climbed silently without speaking much.

Finally, they reached the 32nd floor and pushed open the fire door, and all of them took off their masks in unison.

The odor downstairs was particularly unfriendly to Jiang Yan.

After all, her senses were heightened, meaning her smell was much more sensitive than others.

Sweet or foul, she felt everything more keenly than most.

Talk about helpless.

Su Dai couldn’t wait to remove her mask, greedily gasping for several breaths of the “fresh” air.

Watching his wife, Sun Jingtao couldn’t help but laugh:

“I told you not to go down; you insisted, and now you’ve been smoked out, eh?”

They were more than just smoked out.

They had hurried downstairs without flashlights, and now the bottoms of everyone’s shoes were a sorry sight.

Su Dai glanced at her husband, her lips curving slightly, and with a heavy thunk, she planted her anti-explosive steel fork on the ground, her posture proud as she declared confidently:

“Saving Jiang Yan is everyone’s responsibility! How could I be absent?!

Moreover, compared to the old guards at the school gate, I’m much younger!

And after all, one must bravely take the first step to gain experience, right?!”

Jiang Yan was amused by her words and expression and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

This was the first time she had laughed so happily from her heart since being locked in the basement in her past life.