In the past two days, Leng Hao has learned a lot of common sense from Song Xiaya.

It's a pity that there are very few mutants in human beings, and there are no mutants everywhere in novels.

In this dark world where materials lack humanity, people value only two things.

One is bullets, the other is food.

This is the hard currency of this world.

And Leng Hao also has a deep understanding of this.

He once got two pistols, one was from the young master Zhang and the other was from the bodyguard leader in the back.

Both pistols are inferior products made in small workshops, but they are capable of firing bullets.

However, what made Leng Hao most unhappy was that a gun was not equipped with a few bullets at all, and a firearm without bullets was just a burning stick.

However, now this guy's act of opening the insurance made Leng Hao sure that the gun in his hand had bullets.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Coming to several men, Leng Hao, who was crying with a sad face, suddenly let out a violent coughing sound, and the thick phlegm and snot in his mouth all came out.

"Hey, you guy!"

The man holding the crossbow in his hand looked at Leng Hao in front of him with a disgusted expression: "Get out!" ”

"Bang!"

At this moment, Song Xiaya, who was not far away, suddenly flew up, and a large piece of dirt splashed around with her steps.

The woman's actions immediately attracted the attention of the four people, and the big man with the gun turned around and was about to pull the trigger.

However, the snot and tears in front of him flashed in Leng Hao's eyes.

"Bullet time!"

Leng Hao's movements suddenly became very fast.

He stepped forward with an arrow and strangled the big man with the gun, and at the same time, with his other hand, pushed the body of the gun that had just fired the rifle.

"Da Da Da!"

A rush of gunfire rang out in the jungle.

The young man and woman, who had given up all resistance and were ready to accept their tragic fate, suddenly widened their eyes.

In their eyes, Leng Hao's movements were as fast as lightning.

Leng Hao almost held the big man with the gun hostage, turned his body, and opened fire on his companions behind him.

At a distance of only a few meters, the lethality of bullets from this assault rifle is very high.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

Behind them, the crossbow-wielding man splattered blood on his chest.

And the big man who was still scratching the young girl's cheek with the back of his knife was also shot twice near the back of the head, and the whole person seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer and fell backwards.

A large amount of blood splattered on the girl's face.

It's too late, it's too fast, and in just one second, the whole situation has been completely reversed.

Of the four men in the slave hunting team, two were shot and died, and the guy with the knife in his hand was also shot several times and was dying.

Only the big man with the gun, the whole person bowed and knelt in front of Leng Hao.

And the rifle in his hand had already fallen on the grass on the side.

"You, who are you?"

The gun-wielding man looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, his three accomplices had completely lost their combat effectiveness in such a second.

"I am ......"

Leng Hao shook his head, wanting to pretend to be chic.

"He's my man!"

The dagger in Song Xiaya's hand, who suddenly rushed up, slashed across the big man's throat.

"You, you ......"

The big man with the gun stretched out his hand that he secretly put in his pocket, held his throat that was constantly bleeding, and finally fell unwillingly on the grass.

"In the future, please young master, don't put on your noble appearance all day long, okay."

Song Xiaya took out an ancient grenade from the big man's pocket whose body was constantly twitching, and shook it at Leng Hao.

"Damn, who are you!"

Originally, I thought that I was killing all sides, but the tiger's body was shocked, and Leng Hao, who came to cast the beauty, suddenly felt a cold vest.

The type of this grenade Leng Hao knew that it was an old-fashioned grenade from the war readiness of the Huaxia Kingdom in the last century, and it was not a problem at all to kill a few people.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and you can't pretend to be forced anymore in the future."

"Hee-hee."

Hear Leng Hao's silent thoughts. The young girl on the side couldn't help but laugh.

However, when Leng Hao raised her head, the girl hurriedly put away her laughter with some nervousness.

"What are you looking at me for? Why don't you go and treat your man's wounds? ”

Leng Hao pointed at the young man who had been hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and despised the girl in front of him.

"Hehe, Leng Hao, this time we are developed."

And at this time, Song Xiaya, who had been inquiring around, ran back, constantly rummaging through the bodies of several dead big men, and smiled at Leng Hao with a happy face.

"Well, it's all trivial, trivial."

Leng Hao's face was light and light.

But his hands and feet are not busy, and he is picking up a big man's labor protection boots.

In the last two days of the world, Leng Hao has endured the pair of fake brand-name leather shoes on his feet for a long time.

"What do you see? My brother's capital is big enough, right? ”

Leng Hao, who took off only a pair of underwear, swaggered at Song Xiaya and swung his lower body, and then hurriedly put on the most suitable pair of labor protection pants.

"Phew!"

Song Xiaya blushed with shame, and even the young woman on the side wrinkled her nose at Leng Hao, and spit in unison.

"A set of clothes, a backpack, and four days' worth of food and water."

In fact, there is not so much food in the backpacks of the four men, but if they are placed in two backpacks, there is too much to fit.

"Daggers, lighters, mountain knives."

While familiarizing himself with the set of combat clothes full of pockets on his body, and carrying various small weapons on his body, Leng Hao's mood was exceptionally good.

"Click!"

In the end, Leng Hao picked up the somewhat old Bayi bar, checked the magazine, and smiled proudly.

And a full eight rounds of ammunition.

And Song Xiaya beside him also changed her equipment.

After bringing the food, the woman picked up the strange crossbow and studied it carefully for a while before she hung it on her backpack with satisfaction.

Today is a great day for a good harvest.

The two of them, fully armed, looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, the injured young man on the side covered the wound with his hand and smiled at Leng Hao.

"This friend. I, my sister, can I follow you in the future......"

After his injury, he spoke somewhat staccatoly.

"My sister is very well-behaved, as long as she has a little food, she will work hard."

The young girl beside him was holding the young man with a handful of tears and snot.

"Brother, I don't want it, you'll be fine, you'll be fine."

There was an uncontrollable cry in the girl's voice.

"Both, you are both capable people, my sister can help you with chores, just ask you to give her a bite to eat."

The young man sat up with some difficulty holding his wound in his hands, as if he was about to kneel down towards Leng Hao.

"Please, please......"