The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 58 - Fifty-Six The Roadblocker
58: Chapter Fifty-Six: The Roadblocker
58 -Fifty-Six: The Roadblocker
“The food in the warehouse has significantly decreased, we can only set the destination further away,” Li Qian said intently as he looked ahead.
“What’s the situation over there?” Su Mo asked.
Li Qian turned halfway around, touched his nose, and said seriously, “It’s an empty city, but we’ve only searched the area once.”
So he didn’t know the specifics either?
Su Mo nodded, not asking further questions.
They entered another block, the car jolted violently, causing Su Mo to lift off the seat momentarily, and Lu Chen protected her head as they both slammed back into the seats.
The front tire crushed a zombie that suddenly dashed out from the roadside, splattering black blood onto the windshield.
“Damn beast,” Ah Da disgustedly turned on the wipers to clear the blood and flesh from the window.
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After driving for a while longer, Li Qian raised his eyebrows as he saw Jianxiong’s car suddenly make a sharp turn and stop abruptly at the intersection.
The two cars behind followed suit and stopped urgently.
There was some noise up ahead.
“What’s going on?” Su Mo had just opened the car door and stepped out with her knife, only to be disgusted by a string of intestines caught in the front wheel.
She averted her eyes, and the blinding sunlight made her raise a hand to shield her forehead.
People got out from all three cars.
A woman, heavily pregnant and emaciated, sat in the middle of the road.
Seeing the burly men get out of the cars, she was too frightened to speak.
Her disheveled hair was tied back, her face was pale, and sweat dripped continuously from her forehead.
In this group, the only one who appeared young and kind-hearted was Su Mo.
The woman couldn’t help but cast a pleading gaze at her.
“Damn, almost got trapped,” the driver of the first car shouted angrily, kicking away a row of spikes in front of the woman.
Su Mo approached and saw the row of spikes on the ground.
She frowned and said, “If we hit those, our cars would be done for.”
Zhao Changsheng, whose round belly jiggled even in a T-shirt, had somehow come to her side.
She bent over and said charmingly, “Indeed, it’s quite annoying.”
Su Mo got goosebumps again, not because of Zhao Changsheng’s words, but because of a deep, soul-stirring sensation of danger, unlike the feeling of hunting prey.
She suddenly grabbed Lu Chen and whispered, “We’re being targeted.”
Everything about the woman and the spikes felt off.
The group quickly huddled together, the men held guns in one hand while their superpowers surged in the other, ready for action.
Knowing there were enemies in the shadows, Zhao Changsheng remained unbothered.
She leisurely walked to the pregnant woman and sighed, “Well, if you won’t leave, then be killed.”
Her hands began to release lightning, blue sparks coiling around her fingers, crackling from time to time.
“No, honey!
Honey!” The woman, drenched in sweat and clutching her belly, desperately crawled backward, shouting.
Suddenly, a silent bullet hit the ground near Zhao Changsheng’s feet, leaving a small pit.
Using her sense of danger, Su Mo quickly pinpointed the source of the shot.
She whispered to Lu Chen, “The fifth room on the third floor of the office building ahead on the left.”
The man nodded and subtly pulled her to his right side.
Jianxiong, seeing this, immediately placed his mountain-like body in front of Su Mo, shielding her completely.
“I say, why resort to such measures?” A man appeared from the right corner, followed by several armed people.
The pregnant woman quickly stood up, holding her belly she leaned on the man.
The slightly chubby man in ragged clothes pushed her away, his rotund face full of disdain, “Don’t make a fool of yourself here.”
The woman, tears in her eyes, retreated behind the crowd, still holding her belly.
Seeing this, the lightning in Zhao Changsheng’s hands grew even brighter, her fox-like eyes locking onto the chubby man, anger rising within her.
“Who is your leader?” The chubby man, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, asked, his squinting eyes fixed on Lu Chen.
“It’s me,” Li Qian stepped forward, appearing polite and courteous.
“Haha, I’ll be straightforward then.
You just need to hand over half your food to pass; otherwise…” The chubby man released flames from his hands and made a gesture.
Two silent gunshots hit the ground in front of them.
Su Mo’s ears twitched, and she whispered behind the two men again, “It’s two people, fifth room on the third floor, third room on the fourth floor.”
Lu Chen’s casual glance swept over the office building, where the barrels of two guns wedged at the windows had already been retracted.
Li Qian remained unhurried, “We’re just going to Black City, we didn’t bring food.”
“Bro, you don’t want to go to Black City.
Just hand over the food.
My people here are waiting for a meal,” the chubby man pointed his thumb backwards at the horde of people behind him.
That group of people with pale faces?
Li Qian chuckled and spoke in a gentle tone, “We are determined to go to this city; our team only has one ordinary person.”
The implication didn’t need to be stated, right?
The chubby man’s hand trembled as he glanced at the burly men, then at the seductive woman with lightning in her hands, swallowing hard.
“So what?
Faster than my gun?”
He had escaped from Black City and had never failed in his few attempts here.
The guns had silencers, others might not hear or see it, but who was Li Qian?
He calmly stepped closer to the chubby man, forcing him to hurl a fireball at his feet.
“You mean those two in the office building?
I almost didn’t notice because of the distance,”
He pointed to the office building ahead.
The limited range of a Level 1 mental power barely covered those two.
The chubby man’s face immediately showed signs of tension.
Yet Li Qian, like Su Mo, precisely pinpointed their locations.
“Third floor, fifth room.
Fourth floor, third room?”
Within moments, the men, unsure of their exact location, lifted their guns and aimed at the office building.
The cement and soil under Ah Da’s feet broke and quickly formed a two-meter-long, wide wall shielding most of their group.
“Fatty, if you want to die, there’s no need to rush,” Zhao Changsheng, now with electricity in her eyes, gradually approached the man, her face growing even more exquisite and otherworldly.
Realizing they were all superpower users and the snipers had been identified by a mental power user, the chubby man knew he had hit a wall.
He quickly changed his attitude, becoming submissive, “I didn’t recognize who I was dealing with; please proceed.”
He signaled his men to remove the spikes from the ground.
Despite their reluctance, the ordinary people had no choice but to yield as all their aces were exposed, and the combat power gap was too wide.
The burly men had no intention of wasting bullets on these powerless people, so they all backed down.
