In the early light of dawn, the thug who broke through the door and broke into the hotel was a tough and rough guy, dressed in a black leather jacket snatched from a supermarket from nowhere, with a price tag on it, and a messy beard scattered around, full of indescribable deterrence.

Inside, he squinted at the dead, empty bar, held his double-barreled shotgun over his shoulder, looked warily east and west with both eyes, and then walked unhurriedly to the back of the bar, as if trying to loot the money that might be stored inside.

“…… Damn, there's another bastard coming......" Miss Wenwen Tang, who was curled up on the top of the stairs, bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and pulled out the old revolver in her handbag, which she hadn't been able to live without for a moment since the turmoil came.

Then, Deng Wenwen touched in a leather box for a while, touched a few bullets, and tried her best to calmly load the bullets into the chamber. Then she crept down the stairs, hunched over and bent as a cat.

A few minutes away, the thug who was trying to steal by priing open the cabinet behind the bar didn't notice anyone behind him, and even put his shotgun on the bar for the sake of convenience - it was clear that he was also a novice, not a seasoned habitual offender.

The next moment, Deng Wenwen was half-kneeling on the stairs, supporting her body with her back against the handrails, and the distance from here to the bar was not too far. So, before the white gunman noticed the noise on the stairs and spotted her trail. She quickly shot the striking back of the head.

-- The crisp sound of gunfire rang out suddenly, and blood and brains flew together.

Due to the lack of shooting training, the recoil of the pistol made Deng Wenwen's petite body shake a little. At the same time, the "bang" of a gunshot almost pierced her fragile eardrums, and a strong smell of gunpowder pierced her nostrils, choking her and coughing.

Fortunately, the hapless bandit immediately fell to the sky with a thud, and his upper body slammed into the wine cabinet, smashing the sturdy glass sliding door. Slowly sliding again, zuihou smashed to the ground with a "bang".

At the same time, the wine cabinet was smashed with a sliding glass door. There were also various glasses and bottles on the oak shelves, all crackling and tumbling down into a pile of colorful glass shards, piled up in a mess on top of this fresh corpse.

Watch the bandits fall. Deng Wenwen also sat down on the ground all of a sudden. When she actually killed someone just now, she was not afraid at all, because the relationship between the two sides was life-and-death, and she had done the same thing several times in the past dozens of hours, so she was very calm and calm. But at this point, when the opponent really died in Huangquan, she was relieved. I suddenly felt that a certain string in my heart seemed to be broken.

In any case, she is just an ordinary Chinese girl who has lived in a peaceful environment for decades. It has always been basically insulated from all kinds of crimes and dangers, and it is really not so easy to train the will to kill people without changing their face in just a few days of drastic changes.

After a quick gasp for a while, Deng Wenwen turned her head again and looked down from the gap in the stairs, and saw the blood slowly flowing from the corpse, which also made her heart beat like a drum...... She wrapped her arms around herself, hugged her somewhat cold body, and really wanted to cry. However, she knows very well that no matter how much she cries bitterly, no one can get close to her and warm her.

After all, this is not her home, not even her homeland, but a cruel land full of hostility.

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After sitting quietly for a while, she finally managed to calm down, and did not bother to clean up the body, but stepped forward to pick up the double-barreled shotgun left by the deceased, and then climbed the stairs again, bypassing the pre-set barricades in the corridor, and through the back door through the courtyard and into a garage.

At this moment, the garage of Boss Shen Yue's small hotel has been temporarily converted into a small arsenal. Everywhere were large vats of pungent smelling chemicals, all kinds of metal pipes, various types of dry batteries and accumulators, motors and electronic components removed from household appliances, a small manual machine tool that had been brought from nowhere, and small stoves and natural gas cylinders used for heating.

Rahman from Peshawar, Pakistan. Commissar Abbas is making full use of the skills he has learned from his troubled homeland, skillfully wielding a hammer to strike a piece of iron, and nimbly using a screwdriver, wrench, and vice, to transform the most common objects in life into ugly-looking, yet staggeringly lethal "civilian weapons" -- which is almost a necessary skill in Peshawar.

At this time, almost all the family members of the "China Alien Circles Tour" who were stranded in London were here to help make weapons, and to provide these minimum street fighting weapons to the various colored civilian armed forces who had joined forces to fight in self-defense, so that they would not face the brutal massacre of the "Nelson Knights" with their bare hands - although in the colored ghettos of London, many people had some self-defense firearms hidden in their homes, but the stock of ammunition was absolutely not enough to sustain a fierce street battle. Boss Shen Yue was carefully bringing a bucket of gasoline from outside the door, which seemed to have just been released from the car fuel tank, and gently placed the gasoline next to Rahman's improvised workbench, before greeting Deng Wenwen and saying:

“…… Yo! Comrade Xiao Deng, has the guy outside who broke through the empty door been sent away? I only heard a gunshot just now! ”

“…… Well, that's right, a bullet kills and goes to heaven with a big hole in the back of the head! Deng Wenwen sighed, found a stool full of oil, and sat down regardless of it, "...... By the way, how could anyone touch our store? Could it be that the barricades have been breached? ”

“…… Probably not, I just spoke to the people guarding the barricades, and everything was calm on their side. Boss Shen Yue replied, "...... This guy who broke into the store. I guess I got around from a small alley, where the alley was so winding like a spider's web that it couldn't be completely blocked - thankfully I had my own emergency generator. And the monitoring system is not broken......"

“…… Well, this is a trophy, an antique shotgun of unknown age, and six shotguns. Deng Wenwen threw the captured shotgun on the ground, rubbed her temples and sighed, "...... The body was still behind the bar, and I hadn't opened my wallet. Anyway, money doesn't matter at this point...... If you're looking for more loot, go and touch the corpse yourself! But there are only two rounds left in the revolver, can you give me a few more rounds? ”

“…… I'm sorry. That's all there is left for the caliber bullets! Shen Yue smiled helplessly, "...... Why don't I make you a potato gun? ”

“…… Then I might as well play with a slingshot! Deng Wenwen rolled her eyes, and at the same time used a complex and subtle look. Looking at the small machine tool in the middle of the warehouse that is polishing the shell of a rocket. “…… Wouldn't you be afraid of the police if you built such an improvised arsenal in the city of London? ”

“…… Ah, not that exaggerated! Before they were transferred, we installed them in the mosque, so that no one would dare to search them. ”

Rahman. Abbas casually replied, "...... What's more, before we put these things together. It's basically not illegal, but if you put them together, ......"

“…… Combined...... words......" Deng Wenwen furrowed her delicate eyebrows. Repeating his words, "...... What will happen? ”

“…… If you are caught by the police, of course you will be arrested and sentenced. Rahman pouted disapprovingly.

“…… Comrade Rahman! Don't be so easy to say this! Deng Wenwen felt a burst of anger, "...... You're so daring! ”

“…… Hey, don't worry about such small things. That's what every expatriate community in London is doing today! Arms are very expensive, and heavy weapons are even more difficult to use, so in order to enhance combat effectiveness and save money, how can we not use local materials? Isn't it all coming in handy now? And this batch of equipment is all lightweight, even if the mosque is blown up by British extremists, it only takes a few small pickup trucks to pull them over and continue production......"

Rahman. Commissar Abbas shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and at the same time took out a silver pistol and handed it to Deng Wenwen without saying anything, "...... Oh, Miss Deng, isn't your revolver out of bullets? I have a good thing for you, and this is it...... The standard gun W1335 of the International Shooting League is a gadget for athletes. It's not powerful, but it's safe...... It's definitely enough for you to use for self-defense! ”

Deng Wenwen's eyes lit up immediately when she heard this, and she quickly took the pistol happily, feeling that although this thing was not deterrent enough, the shape and feel were good, and the center of gravity of the gun body was moved back to the palm of the hand to ensure balance. The birch handle is adjustable and available in three sizes for a comfortable grip.

“…… By the way, since you're okay now, help me cut the scrap tires over there into small cubes about five millimeters on each side. ”

“…… Yes? Do what? Because Rahman's voice was not loud enough, Deng Wenwen didn't seem to hear clearly for a while.

“…… Anyway, I just chopped these rubber tires, and I'm going to use them next! Rahman looked at the rudimentary tools of kitchen knives and cutting boards, thought for a moment, and lowered the bar a little - after all, living people are not 3D printers, and they can't be standardized.

“…… Oooh. Deng Wenwen raised her kitchen knife in confusion to chop the rubber tires as she glanced at Rahman's busy workbench. Not to mention some bottles and cans, cotton cloth, etc., there are also soaps, eggs, sugar, laundry detergent, bottles......

“…… Could this be the creation of the legendary 'Molotov cocktail'? She hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but blurt out.

“…… Well, it's okay, there are not many raw materials and parts of all kinds, and you can only make some of the simplest things. But the power is still a little low......" Rahman carefully broke the egg so that the egg white flowed into a jar, and the yolk was placed in a stainless steel basin, while grumbling casually, "...... This is the easiest weapon to make in urban street warfare, with gasoline, sugar, and rubber, you can make the simplest Molotov cocktail bottle, well, to be precise, it should be gelled gasoline bombs...... Give me the tires you've cut haode. The amount of this batch is sufficient. ”

Rahman then poured the scrap into the gasoline and stirred it slightly. Egg whites, soap, and laundry detergent were added in a certain proportion, and Zuihou instructed the others to work together to pour the mixture into the empty bottles of haode that had been prepared in advance.

“…… Is it enough to just add scrap tire shavings to it? Deng Wenwen asked curiously, "...... I thought I needed to do it further! ”

“…… Gasoline is a very good organic solution, and the rubber in the scrap tire scraps dissolves itself after a while, and is shredded just to speed up the dissolution...... Hey, if you can get some natural rubber. The effect is even better. Both India and the Philippines are doing this. ”

Comrade Rahman, a self-proclaimed expert on civilian weapons, touched his chin and was very dissatisfied with the fact that only scrap tires can now be used to make Molotov cocktails," he said...... In that case. Incendiary materials are more sticky, and even tanks can be burned in street battles - Indian guerrillas often use it against encirclement and suppression. It would be even better if you could get some magnesium powder and thermite. The flame temperature of an ordinary incendiary flask is generally only a few hundred degrees, but after adding magnesium powder or thermite to gasoline. But it can reach a thousand degrees. Fifteen hundred degrees, the highest may even be close to two thousand degrees Celsius, and even the armor plates of an old tank can be melted! If it is used in urban raids, even the fire brigade will not be able to use this Molotov cocktail......"

“…… The fire brigade can't do anything with this Molotov cocktail? How can it be? Deng Wenwen blinked in disbelief.

“…… Nothing is impossible, the fire brigade commonly used to extinguish the fire, that is, sprinkler and foam fire extinguishers. First of all, it is common sense that oil fires cannot be extinguished with water, if someone really uses a fire water cannon against the 'Molotov cocktail'. Not only will it accelerate the spread of the fire, but the magnesium powder will also produce magnesium hydroxide in the hot water and release hydrogen. When the limit concentration is reached, it can even produce a fireworks-like explosion!

Hey, next up is the CO2 foam fire extinguisher, which is even more interesting - attention! Magnesium powder can not only be burned in the air, it can also be burned in carbon dioxide, emitting a lot of heat and then turning into magnesium oxide and carbon! And the role of these carbons is not small, it will appear as a particle powder when generated, and in the presence of water, it may also produce water gas, that is, a mixture of carbon monoxide and hydrogen, and in the absence of water, it can also be incompletely burned into carbon monoxide, or it can be turned into carbon dioxide again...... In short, it will burn even harder! ”

“…… Oh, I don't understand it, but it feels amazing! Deng Wenwen, who was a little dizzy when she heard this, couldn't help but show her adoring eyes.

“…… Well, it's nothing, in the northern mountains of Pakistan, in the neighbouring parts of Afghanistan, these are the basic skills that boys need to master - endless wars and conflicts, the rigors of life and death, always force out some sad and cruel little wisdom. ”

Rahman. Abbas suddenly sighed a little wistfully, "...... I wouldn't like to learn these killing techniques if I could! But what can be done? No matter what slogans those who incite the war shout, no matter what noble purpose they set for the war -- faith, patriotism, and the preservation of traditions...... War has always brought destruction, destruction and death, and those who survive have to live on it...... It was like that a thousand years ago, and it's like that a thousand years later! It's true in Afghanistan, and it's still the same in London......"

Frustrated, he quickly wrapped some cotton wool around the bottle, and then wrapped another sturdy bandage on the outside.

“…… So what? Seeing this move of unknown significance, Deng Wenwen couldn't help but ask again, "...... What about the strips of cloth that ignited the fire? ”

“…… This is a cotton wool wrapped in sodium metal! One of the simplest chemical ignition systems is to wrap one or two pieces of clean sodium in a thin cotton wool and stick it to the surface of the bottle, so that once the bottle is thrown out and smashed, the sodium will come into contact with the water and organic matter in the bottle, and heat and hydrogen will be generated, which will ignite the incendiary bomb...... Don't talk to me about old-fashioned methods such as lighting strips of cloth with a lighter, and you're embarrassed to see people when you spread the word. ”

Rahman said with a swaggering face, "...... After so many years, the 'Molotov cocktail' naturally needs to be upgraded......"

zuihou, after this batch of Molotov cocktails was made, the zuihou eggs and gasoline in Uncle Shen Yue's store were also used up, leaving only a large pile of egg yolks in a stainless steel basin, and some green onions were boiled into egg drop soup, so that everyone could fill their stomachs with hard bread dipped in hot soup.

While they were eating, a shoddy rocket made a loud whistling sound, drawing a crooked trajectory in the air, and plunged headlong into a small flower bed in the backyard of the hotel.

Fortunately, the rocket did not explode and was a dud. Unfortunately, as they did not know how to defuse the bomb, they had to continue their meals less than 10 meters away from the unexploded bomb.

-- Eating a simple battlefield meal without knowing the taste, and paying attention to the rockets that might explode at any time, Deng Wenwen finally couldn't help but sigh silently in the depths of her heart: How long will we hold out in this burning city?!!

What she didn't know, however, was that a "humanitarian relief force" from her homeland was not far from London at this time...... (To be continued......)