Chapter 6: Thieves never leave empty-handed

The bald dragon didn't react at all and fell to the ground in a daze.

Just kidding, Leng Jun has two months of apocalyptic survival experience.

How can you be so mean? How to prevent being cheated on?

But what is ripe cannot be overripe.

Leng Jun has rich experience in being the sixth man.

Seeing the bald dragon Leng Jun lying on the ground, he directly pulled him into the shadows.

Like a wild animal catching its prey.

His gloved hands touched his waist.

Sure enough, I found an iron bump.

It is the weapon that he has longed for.

A simulated Type 64 pistol.

Pull out the pistol directly and put it into the space storage ring.

The key was found on him again.

I murmured in my heart.

"What should I do with this bald guy?"

In fact, as long as Leng Jun throws the bald dragon into the space storage world, he will definitely die.

Moreover, no one is seen alive, no body is seen dead, and the disappearance is called complete.

Time in the space storage room stands still.

Throw it in and throw it out again, and no one will feel anything at all.

But when you go in, you are alive, and when you come out, you are completely dead.

Thinking about the end of the world, there are only five days left, and the cold army will no longer be merciful.

The bald dragon was directly sucked into the space storage ring.

"This can be regarded as eliminating a potential opponent in advance."

At the end of the world, the bald dragon's hands would be covered in blood.

Leng Jun would not have the slightest sympathy.

Leng Jun got what he wanted, so he had no reason to cause trouble anymore.

After packing everything, Leng Jun walked directly out of the alley.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Arriving at the door of the warehouse, I listened carefully to make sure there was no one inside?

Opened the door directly with the key.

A smell of engine oil immediately hit my nose.

"The place you chose is quite remote."

The rolling shutter door closed again and the lights were turned on.

Inside were various machines and lathes. After rummaging through them, no other guns were found.

Leng Jun was a little unwilling to give up.

"This bald dragon got the gun here. If he has one, he will definitely have a second one."

So he searched carefully again.

He didn't let go of the walls, floor, or even the ceiling.

Sure enough, I found a hidden compartment in an inconspicuous place.

Entering the secret compartment, it was pitch dark inside.

Leng Jun turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and shined it in.

Inside are small containers with various boxes.

Leng Jun was a little excited. After confirming that there was no trap, Leng Jun took a step forward.

Open the box.

All kinds of guns, long guns and short guns.

As soon as you see it, although they are all imitations, the workmanship is okay.

Leng Jun was not picky and put all the boxes directly into the space storage ring.

Leng Jun was satisfied after getting what he wanted.

When he gets out of the secret grid, Leng Jun has the habit of not taking any chances.

All the machine lathes inside were sucked into the storage ring.

“There’s nothing you can’t use, only things you can’t think of.”

Anyway, this ring of mine has no upper limit. If you don’t take it, it will be free.

I saw this workshop which was extremely messy just now.

It suddenly became empty, and Leng Jun left with satisfaction.

As for the bald dragon, he planned to let him stay in the ring until the end of the world and then throw him out.

So as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

No body can be found, what can the bald dragon's men do?

On the street.

Leng Jun walked on the empty street and saw the flickering street lights.

Now that we have weapons, energy is next.

In the last days, both energy and materials must be fought for.

But there was nothing he could do. They can only be collected slowly after the end of the world.

If you have a baby with you, it will definitely be much easier than others.

After returning home and taking a hot bath, Leng Jun fell asleep.