The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 59 - 57 Black City
59: Chapter 57: Black City
59 -57: Black City
Fatty made his way back to his group of people, and the pregnant woman squeezed herself next to him, pleading humbly, “Honey, I haven’t eaten in three days, think of the baby…”
“Get lost, it’s the freaking apocalypse and you are still nagging about a child,” the man irritably pushed her to the ground, feeling it wasn’t enough, he kicked her in the shin, “If it weren’t for the kid and you being somewhat useful, why would I keep you?”
Had it not been for the pregnant woman’s quick reflexes to protect her belly, the situation could have been dire.
What nobody expected, was that things would calm down just like this.
That’s when Zhao Changsheng screwed up; she charged toward Fatty, swung at him with one hand, her fingertips alight with endless current.
With venom in her words she said, “I despise men who bully women.”
Luckily, Fatty was agile and fast, he sprawled on the ground to dodge the deadly strike.
People in the office building thought the battle had begun, they immediately shouldered their guns and took aim.
The crowd began to get restless; some started to converge on Zhao Changsheng to attack, others ran for their lives in fear.
“Jianxiong, come here!” Su Mo’s heart tightened, that feeling of being targeted returned, she quickly pulled Lu Chen and ran under the shops to the left, which was a blind spot from the office building’s perspective.
Jianxiong immediately ran over upon hearing this.
No sooner had the trio run over, than several silent gunshots rang out, hitting the spot they had just left, followed by bullets swiftly sweeping through the street.
The relentless gunfire didn’t pause for a moment, everyone had to scatter and find cover, with Li Qian following them to the shelter of the shops.
The three of them showed no intention of providing support by joining the fight.
“Isn’t it kind of good this way,” Su Mo said as she watched a burly man get shot in the leg, fall, and be quickly helped to cover by his comrade, she said unconsciously.
These people had a heavy aura of killing about them; one could tell they were death row inmates before the apocalypse, it’s good if a few of them died now.
Lu Chen didn’t say a word.
Touching his nose, Li Qian’s gaze continually followed Zhao Changsheng’s silhouette, “But we have to take care of Zhao Changsheng.”
She was continuously attacked by bullets, yet she never gave up chasing Fatty to kill him, he occasionally threw back a Fireball but never hit his mark.
Su Mo concentrated and looked; that frenzied and sexy woman was nimbly dodging bullets, with Thunder gathering in her hands into a Thunder Ball which she threw at Fatty.
Su Mo glanced at two guns lying abandoned nearby and had an idea:
“Lu Chen, let’s snipe those two, I’ll cover you,” she said.
Outside, chaos reigned.
Following her gaze, Lu Chen grabbed her as she was about to rush out, and said in a cold voice, “I’ll go.”
He pulled her back and swiftly dashed out, picking up the two guns and throwing them to Jianxiong.
Jianxiong immediately caught them.
Seeing him stick his head out, the people from the office building aimed their guns at him and fired two shots straight away.
Lu Chen rolled on the ground, bullets grazing his face and hitting the ground, a fine line of blood appeared just below his left eye.
Su Mo’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and when he came back, it was still beating violently.
“Let me see,” she said, her face showing panic as she stood on her toes, one hand covering his face, examining it carefully, then sighed deeply, “It’s okay, your face isn’t ruined.”
Her tea could heal it back.
“Wasn’t it about saving people?” he said, his gaze unusually averted from her, eyes downcast, he said in a cold voice.
“Right, right, right,” Su Mo let go of him, leaned her knife to one side, and took the gun from Jianxiong’s hands.
She needed to poke her head out to accurately aim at the two people on the office building.
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Seeing this, Jianxiong threw the last gun to Lu Chen, and with a punch, he shattered the door of the shop next to them, then heaved a solid wooden table from inside: “I’ll protect you.”
He positioned the table upright on his shoulder, moved out a bit to cover most of his body, and whooshed, he ran out.
As this massive object appeared on the scene, it became the target of those in the office building; one person aiming at Zhao Changsheng, the other at Jianxiong.
Being hit now would be troublesome.
Su Mo couldn’t afford to delay.
She immediately picked up the long rifle and aimed at the office building, her finger curled around the trigger.
When she saw the person peeking out from the third floor, she felt somewhat nervous.
She had never shot a living person with a gun before.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, her expression finally concentrated, and relying on the feeling in her heart to lock onto the target, the bullet shot out rapidly, hitting the person’s gun-holding hand.
The person recoiled in pain, and the gun fell directly from the third-floor window to the ground.
Su Mo was certain she had pierced through his palm.
Just as she prepared to take aim at the person on the fourth floor, Lu Chen had already fired a shot from beside her, and there was no more movement there.
With the two snipers’ fire ceasing, Zhao Changsheng was no longer restricted in movement, and her Thunder struck accurately on the leg of Fatty.
“Ah!” The man screamed, falling to the ground, his left leg charred black and emitting the smell of something burnt.
“Just go die already,” Zhao Changsheng stood in front of him, the Thunder Ball in her hand growing larger.
“Husband!
No!” The woman on the ground cried out, tears streaming down her face: “Don’t hurt him.”
“He treats you like that, and you still want him alive?” It was Zhao Changsheng’s turn to be perplexed.
Her seductive face filled with contempt: “Women shouldn’t be this cheap.”
“But if he dies, I can’t live either,” the woman shouted in collapse.
Su Mo stood in the distance, glanced at the woman, and shouted: “That’s enough, Zhao Changsheng.”
Zhao Changsheng turned to see it was her, her seductive face softened, and she cooed: “Momo, such people are a plague, why keep them around?”
Su Mo shook her head at her: “If his wife doesn’t think it’s an issue, then just leave it be and hurry along.”
“Fine, I’ll listen to you,” although disgruntled, Zhao Changsheng took the advice to heart.
She threw Su Mo a flirtatious look, retracted her superpower, and sashayed away.
“Thank you, thank you,” the pregnant woman repeatedly thanked Su Mo, feeling that this young girl had intentionally spared her.
She and a few others hastened to help up Fatty, who had fainted from pain, and ran back into the office building.
This farce had left Shen Du’s people with only a minor leg injury from beginning to end.
The guns in Su Mo and Lu Chen’s hands were taken back; the two sturdy men glared at them fiercely, but she didn’t mind.
Jianxiong’s car tire had blown out, and they waited for them to retrieve a spare and fix it.
“This woman is so annoying,” Jianxiong grumbled, kicking the deflated tire, annoyed that if it wasn’t for Zhao Changsheng’s sudden intervention, they would have been gone by now.
“Alright, Jianxiong, let’s get going,” Su Mo patted him, picked up the knife, and returned to the car.
Finally, the three vehicles set off again.
Su Mo took out a bottle steeped with Biluochun Tea from her backpack and offered it to Lu Chen: “You must be thirsty, have some water.”
She said it quite naturally, and Lu Chen took a sip.
The flesh on his face rapidly regenerated and healed; aside from the congealed blood on his face, the inside was as good as new.
He didn’t wipe away the bloodstain on his skin, letting it remain on his face as a bit of camouflage.
By the time they reached the border of Black City, it was nearing noon.
