Originally, these people just saw that Chu Ran and they were few and wanted to come over to grab something to eat.

But what he didn't expect was that Chu Ran actually had a gun on him.

Even though it's a pistol, it's really loud. After startling these people, they threw away their weapons one after another.

Just kidding, no matter how many of them there are, they don't have much courage in the face of people with guns.

"Where do you live?"

Glancing at the people in front of him, Chu Ran asked lightly.

It wasn't the place to talk, and he didn't want to waste his time here.

"I ...... We live next to the sixth middle school. ”

The thin man at the head said tremblingly, for fear that he would be slow to answer.

"Take us there!"

Gunshots rang out here, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Chu Ran decided to leave here temporarily.

"I know where the sixth middle school is, but what are we going to do there?"

Lin Yanru on the side was a little confused, and she didn't know why Chu Ran went there.

Big breasts and no brains!

At this moment, these words flashed in Chu Ran's mind.

It was possible to turn this place into a small base in just two days, but you can imagine that not everyone can do it.

In addition, the gun arsenal in the police station has been emptied, which is obviously artificial.

It is obviously unwise to stay where you are in this situation.

And the reason why these young people were able to live here for two days is obviously that they have a safe place to live.

It's just that these people don't look like students, and they don't know why they live in the school.

Despite this, Chu Ran knew that they didn't have the courage to lie to themselves.

There was no one on the road, but on the way to No. 6 Middle School, Chu Ran found someone watching them from the windows of the buildings on both sides of the side. Obviously, they were attracted by the gunfire just now.

The sixth middle school is not far from here, and soon Chu Ran saw the gate of the school.

And along the way, he asked these young people, and probably knew what had happened on West Street in the past two days.

This side of West Street is a little dirtier than the real urban area, and to put it bluntly, most of them are places where people from surrounding towns come to work or live as businessmen.

Ninety percent of the population here are outsiders, working or running their own small businesses.

There is only one middle school on West Street, and two days ago it was the day of the district's sports day.

Except for more than 100 students from the three classes of the third grade of the sixth high school, all the other students went to participate in the sports meeting.

Most of these parents are people who come here to work or do business, and on this day, they also find time to go to the district to spend time with their children. The poorest will also buy some food outside the sports field and wait for their children.

In addition to high school, many of the children of migrant workers and businessmen study in nearby schools. On the day of the sports day, they also went to see off their children.

And it was at this time that the end times broke out.

At that time, eighty percent of the people on West Street were outside, so only a very small number of people turned into zombies.

It's the same with the sixth middle school, because the students of other grades have left, only a few people have become zombies.

There are a lot of tables, chairs and benches in the school, and soon, with the efforts of everyone, the hidden danger of zombies was eliminated.

The situation is similar throughout West Street, which is why it was possible to turn this place into a stronghold in two days.

And these young people were originally selling snacks in front of the sixth middle school. Although most of the students in the sixth middle school were not there that day, fortunately, there were students in the third year of high school. In line with the principle of selling as much as you can sell, these people did not collect their stalls on the day of the end times.

"You're already making snacks, so why are you short of food?"

After listening to the young man named Li Haoran, Chu Ran asked in some surprise.

They used to sell snacks at the school gate, and now the end times have only gone through two days. As a matter of common sense, it should not be reduced to going out to grab food.

"That's a long story."

Sighing, Li Haoran showed a resentful expression.

"If it weren't for that cripple guy, we wouldn't have fallen here."

Seeing that there was still some distance in the sixth middle school, and Chu Ran asked him, he didn't dare not answer. So, Li Haoran told the truth of the matter.

It turned out that there was a gangster in the generation of West Street, nicknamed Zhang Cripple. As for his name, it is not known to the general public, and most people only call him by his nickname.

Zhang is nearly forty years old, and he is the head snake here when he urinates. In his early years, he injured his left leg because of a large group of frames, and now he still limps when he walks, hence the name.

In this area, Zhang Cripple is the head snake of the land, and ordinary people dare not provoke him. His main income is to charge the vendors in the morning and evening markets, and because he has a group of younger brothers, the vendors on West Street have long dared to be angry.

And just after the outbreak of the end times, the lame man didn't know why, but his originally lame leg turned out to be better.

He led his subordinates to take advantage of the coming of the end of the world to burn and loot, even the roadside stall in front of Li Haoran and their school, and all the food was robbed. Fortunately, Li Haoran and their ramps can't be looked down on by each other, otherwise they would not be spared.

"That guy Zhang Cripple, he has been caught in several times and has gone out safely, but this time he has done such nonsense!"

Lin Yanru, who was on the side, listened to Li Haoran's words and said angrily.

As a police officer at the West Street Police Station, how could she not have heard of Zhang Cripple's name.

That guy was arrested several times for gathering crowds to fight and was taken to the police station, but for some unknown reason, it didn't take long for him to be released. This made Lin Yanru, who had a sense of justice, feel indignant, but there was nothing she could do.

However, at this time, Chu Ran was not thinking about these, and it was inevitable that there would be heroes in troubled times.

What made him care was that Zhang Cripple was originally lame, but after the end of the world, he was not lame?

According to Li Haoran, Zhang was lame when he was twenty years old. Now, twenty years later, even the most superb medical skills may not be able to recover.

Could it be that when the pattern comes, it will bring some changes to people? It's also amazing.

But if you say magic, I'm afraid no one has Chu Ran magic, right? In addition to having a watch in another space, you can also practice. If he can do this, why can't anyone else?

Thinking of this, Chu Ran suddenly felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.

"It's the sixth middle school in front, and we've been living in the student dormitory for the past two days."

Pointing to the school gate in front, Li Haoran introduced Chu Ran.

In front of me is a high school, but it's not big. You can see through the iron fence of the school, and the entire playground is only a quarter of the size of a football field.

Li Haoran said before that there are only more than 100 people in the sixth middle and third year of high school. In other words, this school may be dedicated to migrant workers.

It doesn't matter how big or small the school is, it's important to know more about it.

However, just when Chu Ran and Li Haoran stepped into the gate of the Sixth Middle School, such words suddenly appeared in front of Chu Ran's eyes.

[Enter the temporary stronghold, prosperity +50]

[Mission: Control the stronghold, reward 1000 mission points]