Chapter 89 - 075 This Step, Cannot Retreat (Request for First Subscription)_3

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Chapter 89: Chapter 075 This Step, Cannot Retreat (Request for First Subscription)_3 But now that the apocalypse had arrived, this was his mobile fortress. The vehicle was over six meters long, two and a half meters wide, almost three meters tall, and could withstand seven tons of TNT. Every aspect of its design was crafted to handle complex environments. Even if zombies dared block its path, they would be crushed under its wheels. "Really wealthy," Lin Fan said with a smile. This was a rich man’s ride. For Lin Fan, with his current salary, he feared he could work his whole life and still never afford such a vehicle. But even if he could buy it, he had no plans to do so. A car didn’t need to be expensive, as long as he liked it. "Bro Hao, look at the iron gate of this community. It’s clearly been modified. Do you think there might be supplies inside? Why don’t we go in and take them?" a man sitting in the back whispered. Since the apocalypse had begun, they had survived by following Brother Hao and relying on this apocalyptic fortress and the shotgun in Brother Hao’s hand. So far, they hadn’t faced any major problems. Even when encountering zombies, they would just charge and violently blaze a trail through. The man with the brown hair, Brother Hao, scrutinized Lin Fan and the dilapidated community, "No need. With this rundown community, what kind of supplies could there be? His situation doesn’t look good either—he’s carrying a broken sword and reading a book at the community gate. He must have issues with his mental health. Just now, when we arrived, several zombies were chasing us; getting out of the car now would not be wise." The three people in the backseat couldn’t help but give a thumbs up. "Brother Hao is so insightful." "Brother Hao is awesome." Before the apocalypse, they had hung out with Brother Hao, indulging in the best food and drinks, soaked in wine and pleasures, indescribably thrilled. Brother Hao was quite pleased with the praise. Lin Fan walked towards the vehicle. Brother Hao slightly rolled up the window, leaving a gap just big enough to fit a palm. This wasn’t because he was cowardly, but because being cautious was best. In the apocalypse, anything could happen. "If you guys have nothing else to do, you might as well leave. I have a pregnant woman here who might give birth soon. The pain might make her scream, which could attract zombies. It might be better for you to leave," Lin Fan warned them. He didn’t ask if they needed to rent a house. Because he realized that the people in the car didn’t seem very nice and did not meet his standards of a good neighbor. The people inside the car were surprised by Lin Fan’s words. They had encountered many strange people, but this was the first time they had met someone so odd. "Hahaha..." A woman in the backseat couldn’t restrain her laughter, "Oh my, I can’t take it; what this idiot said is just too hilarious." Idiot? Lin Fan heard it clearly. This wasn’t a kind word. "Miss, please show some respect," Lin Fan reminded, hoping she would understand some basic manners. This was the basic courtesy between people. "Miss? Your entire family are ’misses’," the woman in the backseat retorted angrily. She had always been fearless, and now in the apocalypse, she was even less afraid. They had a mobile fortress. Brother Hao even had a gun. There was nothing for them to be scared of. In the apocalypse, killing someone carried no responsibility, indulging their every whim—that was a common thought among many survivors facing the apocalypse. Just as Lin Fan was about to say something else. Something was extended from the front window, pressing against his head. "Do you know what this is?" Brother Hao asked. "I know, it’s a shotgun," Lin Fan responded calmly. He wasn’t frightened or panicked because the other person was pointing a shotgun at his head. "Do you believe I could blow your head off with one shot?" For Brother Hao, the change that the apocalypse brought was that money was useless, and many pleasures could no longer be enjoyed. But in the apocalypse, he could indulge in pleasures he couldn’t before. He could treat people as prey, playing with them until he’d had his fill and then blow their heads off with a single shot, watching their heads burst open like watermelons, an indescribably thrilling feeling. But... when they heard what Lin Fan said. Everyone was stunned. "According to our country’s criminal law, Article 128, illegal possession or concealment of firearms and ammunition is punishable by up to three years in prison. In severe cases, it could be three to seven years." "Given your current situation, I think it’s quite severe. I hope you can find your way back to the right path," Lin Fan advised, seriously educating the other about the law. Guarding the community, waiting for the new baby, and educating lost souls in the apocalypse felt like a very meaningful thing to him. He was not ignorant of adaptations needed. The apocalypse had arrived. Zombies roamed. Protecting oneself from threats with a gun was understandable, but aiming it at ordinary people, at a friendly civilian, was not a commendable act. In such instances, one must speak up. "What did he say?" Brother Hao looked confused, glancing at his gang. "He said, Brother Hao, it’s illegal for you to carry a gun." "Illegal? Am I, Brother Hao, breaking the law?" Brother Hao pretended to be shocked as he asked. The people in the back of the car laughed, saying, "Our Brother Hao, not to mention carrying a gun, even if you blew his head off, no one would dare say it’s illegal." "Hahaha..." The sound of mockery reached Lin Fan’s ears. Lin Fan shook his head, expressing his disappointment. They were truly insane, not embracing an ideal state in the apocalypse, not fighting against evil but instead going with the flow, growing alongside it.

Chapter 89 - 075 This Step, Cannot Retreat (Request for First Subscription)_3

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