Many children, many blessings: Helping classmates' mothers survive the apocalypse

Because of the excessive angle of elevation and the great distance, he could only shoot blindly from the balcony.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

The bullet flew off somewhere, leaving only a muffled thud in the air.

Lin Feng pushed off with his feet, using the last bit of momentum to flip himself onto the railing of the sixteenth-floor balcony.

The two were pressed tightly together, and a pair of large white breasts hidden under his pajamas trembled against his back.

So there was always a wonderful and soft touch coming through the thin fabric, so real that Lin Feng couldn't ignore it.

"arrive."

Zhou Lan froze for two seconds before slowly opening her eyes.

Upon seeing the solid balcony floor tiles beneath her feet, her legs went weak, and she almost slipped and fell.

Lin Feng put one arm around her waist to steady her.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled open from the inside.

Su Qing stood behind the window, her gaze first falling on Lin Feng's face, then shifting to the voluptuous, gentle-faced stranger standing beside him.

The beautiful woman clung to Lin Feng intimately like an octopus, her face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Su Qing's expression underwent a triple change within half a second: "worry - relief - subtle".

Her lips twitched, but she said nothing, stepping back to make way.

Bai Bing stood behind Su Qing, her gaze passing over Su Qing's shoulder and landing on Zhou Lan's wind-blown long hair and flushed cheeks.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and squinted slightly.

Shen Man leaned against the living room door frame with her arms crossed, looked Zhou Lan up and down, and raised an eyebrow.

Another one.

Lin Feng stepped into the room and placed Zhou Lan on the sofa.

Then he quickly walked to the monitoring station and pulled up the footage from the external surveillance cameras downstairs.

On the third-floor balcony, several rioters with red ribbons tied to their heads were peering up.

Some people were holding hunting rifles, and some were holding binoculars.

One of the shorter men, wearing a leather jacket, spoke a few words into the walkie-talkie, after which the entire group retreated back into the building.

They did not continue the pursuit, but instead retreated.

It's not that I don't want to pursue her, it's that I'm afraid to.

Three of their men had just been taken down in three seconds. Even if they weren't the brightest, they knew that the person upstairs was not someone to mess with.

But going back doesn't mean giving up.

When their numbers increase and they have more guns, they will naturally come again.

"The best defense is to nip it in the bud."

After saying that, Lin Feng immediately turned off the monitor screen and stood up.

Shen Man was the first to notice his actions.

She saw Lin Feng walk straight to the entrance hall, not even taking the alloy baseball bat when he passed the shoe cabinet, let alone any protective gear.

Shen Man had personally witnessed Lin Feng's terrifying physical abilities and knew that he was ridiculously strong.

But this time, the enemy is a thug armed with firearms. No matter how strong your body is, can it stop bullets?

Not carrying weapons is one thing, but not even bringing armor is just too presumptuous.

Shen Man frowned and asked Lin Feng for confirmation:

"Are you going down?"

"Um."

"Without weapons?"

"unnecessary."

Su Qing and Bai Bing stood up from the dining table almost at the same time.

But neither of them spoke.

After spending these past few days with Raymond Lam, they have come to know his decisive and uncompromising nature, and that he absolutely does not do anything without certainty.

Although Su Xiaoxiao was very worried about Lin Feng, she didn't think she had the right to ask him to stay.

Zhou Lan sat on the sofa, reacting faster than anyone else.

She reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's clothes.

There was no forceful tug; the fabric was simply gently pinched.

Lin Feng looked down and saw her upturned face, her gentle eyes filled with pleading and fear.

"Xiaofeng...don't go, they have guns. We'll hide here, they can't get in..."

Lin Feng stopped, took Zhou Lan's hand in his own, and gently patted the back of her hand.

"Aunt Lan, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He didn't explain further, released her hand, opened the security door, and slipped out to the side.

"Click".

The sound of the lock slamming shut echoed down the corridor.

The four women and one girl all stared at the tightly closed steel door, and no one said a word.

Shen Man was the first to come to her senses. She quickly walked to the monitoring console, sat down, and switched the external camera channel.

Su Qing, Bai Bing, and Su Xiaoxiao quickly followed and surrounded them.

Zhou Lan remained seated on the sofa, her hands clasped together on her knees, her fingers tightly intertwined.

……

Lin Feng did not go directly down to the bottom floor.

He stopped at the corner of the stairs on the fourteenth floor, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.

With a thought, "spatial perception" is instantly activated.

An invisible wave radiated downwards from him, like a radar.

The image on the retina is rapidly reconstructed.

Fifteen glaring red lights were arrogantly reaching upwards along the fire escape stairs.

They had reached the twelfth floor.

The formation was loose, but everyone was holding a weapon.

Five of them were carrying homemade double-barreled shotguns, and one was holding an old-fashioned Type 54 pistol.

The rest of them carried machetes and fire axes.

Lin Feng leaned against the cold wall, waiting quietly.

Heavy footsteps and unrestrained conversation echoed in the hallway.

"Brother Biao, Lao San and the others were just taken out on the third floor. That kid's really weird, are we really going up there?"

A somewhat hesitant voice rang out.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

The leader, known as Brother Biao, spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"No matter how good he is, can he outrun a bullet? We have so many shotguns; even if he had three heads and six arms, we'd turn him into a sieve!"

"That's right! The third brother and the others just said on the walkie-talkie that that kid took a stunningly beautiful woman up to the third floor!"

Another voice chuckled lewdly in agreement.

"That family on the sixteenth floor is a real goldmine. Their door looks like a bank vault; they must have a lot of good stuff inside. And maybe there's more than one woman there."

Brother Biao chuckled:

"When the door blows open, shoot the men dead. As for the women... brothers, line up, everyone gets a share. Today, we're going to have a good time on this sixteenth floor!"

"Hahaha, Brother Biao is awesome!"

Every single word of these foul language reached Lin Feng's ears.

Lin Feng's eyes turned completely cold.

These words from that group of scumbags have sealed their fate.

Footsteps drew closer.

A jumble of footsteps echoed up to the fourteenth floor.

The leader, Brother Biao, had a face full of menacing features. He was holding a double-barreled shotgun with its barrel sawed off, and the muzzle swayed from side to side as he looked.

Fourteen thugs filed in behind him, each carrying a machete and a homemade musket, filling the entire landing of the staircase.

Lin Feng emerged from the shadows.

Lin Feng emerged from the shadows.

With his hands in his pockets, he swaggered to the middle of the stairs, blocking the group's path.

The leader was stunned, clearly not expecting anyone to dare stand unarmed in front of a gun.

Upon seeing that Lin Feng hadn't even brought a weapon for self-defense, the leader's astonishment instantly turned into a ferocious, maniacal laugh:

"Kid, you're the one who killed a few of my brothers? You've got some nerve, coming here to die?"