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

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Should We Attack?

“Damn! So I, Dao Yinping, am easy to bully, huh? I’ll blast every damn person who looks down on me!”

Dao Yinping grumbled, taking out a piece of cloth to wipe the item in his hand.

He deliberately wiped it slowly, as if admiring a piece of artwork, and also as if flaunting a trophy.

The other four lads were, of course, all smiles and full of flattery.

Blast people?

Jiang Yan twitched at the catchphrase she once loved to use.

She peered ahead intently, only to take a sharp intake of breath:

The black steel pipe was actually a gun!

It resembled an ordinary hunting rifle and yet appeared to be a Beautiful Country-made Remington M870 shotgun.

She was so familiar with it because she had a bunch of such guns in her arsenal.

If it really was a shotgun, then things would be difficult.

This gun was a powerful short-range weapon; some models were even capable of embedding a bulletproof vest into a person’s body.

Speaking of bulletproof vests, Jiang Yan inwardly cursed her luck:

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Today, when she left the house, she had neglected to wear her bulletproof vest.

At least she had brought Hua Bao.

After re-confirming the weapon, Jiang Yan quickly turned to look at Ye Qing, making a shooting gesture with her thumb and index finger and whispered:

“They have guns.”

Ye Qing didn’t understand at first, but it soon clicked, and he signaled Jiang Yan to get up quickly and retreat behind him first.

She, however, brought a finger to her lips, shushing him, signaling him to stay calm for now.

Ye Qing gave her a look, noticed her exceptionally calm gaze, and had no choice but to hold off.

The fact that their opponents had guns was clearly beyond his and Jiang Yan’s expectations.

But as they say, every crisis breeds opportunity.

Others see a weapon in the hands of villains.

Ye Qing saw it as the villains delivering weapons to them.

It was just a matter of planning when and how to take it.

And how many have weapons?

That thought made Ye Qing tap Jiang Yan’s shoulder and mouthed: “How many?”

It was their first time working together.

Without any understanding between them besides conventional gestures, they had to rely on spoken language.

Jiang Yan stared through the inspection mirror for a while, then raised a finger: “One.”

Her legs were a bit sore from squatting for so long.

Since it seemed she couldn’t observe any more crucial information, she quietly retrieved the inspection mirror.

Seeing this, Ye Qing immediately extended an arm.

Jiang Yan wasn’t too proud to accept help; she stabilized herself with one hand on the wall and the other on his arm, standing up slowly.

“Second Brother, we only managed to get two guns from the police station this time. Since Brother Ma is willing to give this gun to you, it shows you are his number one! Nobody else gets this treatment!” Huang Mao sycophantically exclaimed.

“Heh!” Dao Yinping didn’t really respond to that, just scoffing disdainfully.

However, the display had achieved the intended effect on his underlings, so he put the gun back into his backpack.

Seeing that his mood had improved a bit, the beret-hat-wearing lackey hurriedly said: “Second Brother, I’ve been off post for a while, should I go back and keep watch? Who knows if someone from upstairs might actually come down.”

“The wimps on the 32nd floor are always hiding at home; they won’t come out, don’t worry! They would only come out of their rooms if—”

Dao Yinping suddenly sneered and gestured for his men to bring their ears closer.

They laughed loudly at his words, exclaiming, “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!”

The group then chatted and laughed some more.

Dao Yinping brushed off the soot that had landed on his arm and, twisting his stout waist, stood up:

“Damn, the more I warm myself by the fire, the hotter I get, and without it, I’m freezing! Screw it, I’m too lazy to keep warming myself, I’m going to get some sleep.

Remember to wake up the brothers who are napping later, and organize those owners to bring up more furniture from downstairs.

And those smoky mattresses, haul up a few more. If we don’t roast the obstinate folks upstairs tonight, I’ll change my surname from Dao!”

“Right away, Second Brother,” the beret-wearer quickly replied.

However, a sly smile crept onto Huang Mao’s face as he pointed to a corner: “Second Brother, why suffer from the heat? Isn’t there a fire extinguisher right there?”

“Ha ha ha ha, almost forgot! Zhang Xiaoguang, Laoliu, go inside and bring out that dining table for me! Today, I’ll teach you guys something new!” Dao Yinping glanced at the corner’s shadow, his face twisting into a sinister grin.

Having successfully flattered him, Huang Mao stepped forward and asked, “Second Brother, do we need to lay anything on the table?”

“Lay what? I’m not the one lying on it!”

Listening to those words, Jiang Yan felt her heart tighten.

She had planned to continue downstairs with Ye Qing to investigate, but she halted.

She silently moved back to the door and took out the inspection mirror again, quietly extending it out.

This time, however, she did not squat down.

She only bent her waist slightly.

Ye Qing, on the other side, also tightened his grip on his knife, vigilantly keeping watch for her.

Only then did Jiang Yan notice, in that dimly lit corner,

A disheveled woman crouched there.

With the temperature barely two or three degrees, the woman was only clad in a few tattered black cloths.

Soon, a waist-high table was brought out.

Huang Mao walked over and picked up the woman as if she were a little chicken, tossing her onto the table.

Their intentions were evident.

With the firelight’s aid, Jiang Yan could see that the woman’s eyes were vacant, her limbs limp and dangling powerlessly.

Her lips and face were covered with dried blood.

Her back bore many whip marks and burns.

And there were numerous burn scars from cigarette butts on her arms.

The extent of her ordeal was obvious.

Jiang Yan’s face turned pale.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, her mind began racing with thoughts.

Meanwhile, she quietly put the inspection mirror back into her bag.

Ye Qing, who did not witness the scene but guessed the gist from those words alone, gently patted Jiang Yan’s shoulder and whispered, “Should we go in?”

As he asked, he was already swiftly assessing the situation.

Going in now could prematurely reveal their presence and alert their enemies.

But the advantage would be disarming one of Ma Longbiao’s strong arms in advance.

It was only suitable to deal with them in batches.

With five people inside, likely four rooms, and many more inside.

If it came to a one-on-one, he could definitely take out these five.

The saying goes, to catch a thief, first catch the king; the problem was that Dao Yinping had a gun, making him a challenging opponent.

But Jiang Yan had a gun too.

In just a second or two, Ye Qing had analyzed the entire situation.

Jiang Yan was also rapidly weighing her options.

A moment of impatience may ruin a great project.

Even if she had a gun, she couldn’t just rush in without thinking.

Currently, the four men inside blocked the hallway, shielding Dao Yinping and the women.

If she used a gun, the enemies would immediately react.

Unless—

Jiang Yan had a plan.

She turned to Ye Qing and signaled him to lower his head.

Confused but compliant, he did as she gestured.

Jiang Yan leaned in close to his ear and whispered a few words.