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

Lin Feng neither flinched nor dodged, facing the dark muzzle of the gun head-on, a mocking smile curving his lips.

It was an expression as if he were looking at a corpse.

This extremely contemptuous attitude instantly enraged the leader.

He didn't bother with any unnecessary words and pulled the trigger directly.

"Stop pretending! Go to hell!"

"Bang!"

Deafening gunshots rang out in the narrow stairwell.

The thick muzzle spewed out dazzling tongues of fire.

Dozens of tiny steel balls were fired in a fan shape at Lin Feng's face. Such close-range shooting was enough to turn an adult's upper body into mincemeat.

Lin Feng did not move.

The next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The steel balls that shot out at high speed suddenly crashed into an invisible wall less than half a meter from Lin Feng's face.

The countless steel balls were eerily suspended in mid-air.

The powerful kinetic energy was instantly dissipated, and the steel ball emitted an extremely subtle vibration sound in the air.

The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The leader's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the suspended steel balls, his breath catching in his throat.

The thugs behind them were also stunned, their legs began to tremble.

"Is that all the firepower you have?" Lin Feng raised his eyes slightly.

Intermediate-level telekinesis erupted suddenly.

The array of steel balls, suspended in mid-air, suddenly changed direction and rebounded along the same path at an even more terrifying speed than when it arrived!

"Puff puff puff puff—"

The sounds of flesh being torn apart were continuous and intense.

Before the leader could even scream, his face and chest were riddled with bullets.

Blood mist sprayed out, staining the wall behind them red.

His massive body crashed onto the steps like a tattered sack.

"Monster! Fire! Fire now!"

The remaining thugs completely collapsed.

Extreme fear drove them to madness; everyone frantically raised their weapons and pulled the triggers wildly at Lin Feng.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Homemade muskets, pistols, and shotguns fired simultaneously.

All sorts of bullets poured out, weaving a deadly metal storm in the corridor.

Lin Feng strode forward, braving the hail of bullets.

Without exception, all the bullets hovered dead within a meter of him.

The densely packed bullets vibrated violently in the air, creating an extremely bizarre scene.

Lin Feng suddenly urged his mind.

The death meteor array swirled back.

The ricocheting bullets seemed to have eyes, whistling sharply as they precisely pierced the forehead or heart of each shooter.

Clumps of blood burst open one after another in the stairwell.

Screams, the sound of guns hitting the ground, and the dull thud of flesh hitting the steps mingled together.

Several thugs didn't even have time to raise their knives before their own bullets pierced their skulls.

In just half a minute.

The stairwell on the fourteenth floor has become a living hell.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and pools of thick blood.

Lin Feng traversed this hellish scene, his shoes making a sticky sound as they sank into the blood.

His clothes were clean, without a single drop of blood on them.

The three thugs at the very back were unarmed.

Seeing their brothers fall like felled wheat, they were terrified and turned to scramble downstairs to escape.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

His gaze was fixed on the several machetes scattered on the ground.

A slight thought.

Three heavy machetes flew into the air.

The blade flashed a chilling glint in the dim light, then transformed into three silver lightning bolts, tearing through the air and whistling out.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The machete pierced the fleeing man's chest precisely from behind.

The immense impact propelled their bodies several meters forward, where they were pinned to the wall of the fire escape.

The hilt was still shaking violently, and blood gushed out wildly from the groove.

The last survivor was a skinny monkey.

He clutched a homemade pistol that was empty of bullets tightly in his hand, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in the pool of blood with a thud.

Yellow liquid flowed down his trouser leg, mixing with the blood on the ground.

"Big brother...Grandpa! Don't kill me! I know I was wrong, I was forced...Please don't kill me!"

The skinny monkey kowtowed frantically, his forehead slamming against the cement ground, leaving it bloody and mangled.

Lin Feng looked down at him, without saying a word.

A bloodstained dagger silently rose from the ground and slid past the skinny monkey's side without a sound.

A flash of cold light.

The dagger sliced ​​directly across his throat.

The pleas for mercy abruptly stopped.

The skinny monkey clutched his bleeding neck tightly, his dead fish-like eyes bulging from their sockets. He collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died completely.

Fifteen men, all wiped out.

With a thought, Lin Feng activated the system space.

Six handguns, two shotguns, and all the loose ammunition carried by the rioters were scattered on the ground.

Even the bullet casings that bounced off and fell to the ground were all sucked into the space warehouse remotely.

These weapons, placed in the shelter, would be absolutely effective for internal defense.

After cleaning up his spoils, Lin Feng turned to look at the end of the corridor.

The intense gunfire just now attracted the three mutated zombies that were originally wandering on the fourteenth floor.

They roared and pounced on the corpses on the ground, beginning to feast on them.

Lin Feng waved his hand casually.

Three machetes appeared out of thin air, their blades drawing a sharp arc in the air, instantly slicing open the skulls of the three zombies.

Three dark red crystal cores, enveloped in psychic power, flew steadily into Lin Feng's palm.

After storing the crystal core in his space, Lin Feng turned around and walked up the stairs with steady and composed steps.

Sixteenth floor.

The atmosphere inside the room was extremely oppressive.

From the moment Lin Feng left the house, all four women stood in front of the monitor screen.

However, the surveillance cameras can only show the corridor, and the fire escape on the fourteenth floor is a blind spot.

They heard only the sound of gunfire coming from below, followed by deathly silence.

"Xiaofeng..." Zhou Lan covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Fifteen armed thugs, how could one person possibly come back alive after going down alone?

Shen Man bit her lip tightly.

Reason told her that Lin Feng's trip was a gamble with a slim chance of survival.

If Lin Feng dies, these women will ultimately be devoured alive by the thugs outside.

Just as Su Qing couldn't hold back her emotions and reached out to pull the doorknob...

"Click".

The sound of the door lock turning rang out.

The heavy stainless steel security door was pushed open.

Raymond Lam stepped calmly into the entryway with his hands in his pockets.

All the women in the room immediately focused their attention on him.

There were no wounds, no bloodstains, and even his breathing was steady.

"Where is he?" Shen Man asked in disbelief, her voice trembling.

"They're all dead."

Lin Feng walked to the dining table, picked up the glass of ice-cold water, and drank it all in one gulp.

All the women, including Su Xiaoxiao, froze on the spot, their minds blank.

Fifteen armed thugs, all dead?

Shen Man opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Zhou Lan remained slumped on the sofa, her hands, which had been tightly covering her face, slowly slipped down.