In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

Xu Shuai nocked an arrow onto the bowstring, pinched the fletching with his fingers, aimed with his left eye, and squinted with his right eye. The bowstring was drawn into a crescent shape as he aimed at the human-shaped chest target 6 meters away.

Slow down your breathing, gradually enter a state of breathless concentration, aim intentionally but fire unintentionally, and release your finger as the arrow shoots out.

He was aiming for the bullseye, but the arrow landed on the bottom of the chest target, almost missing the target.

Xu Shuai chuckled. It seemed simple, but in reality, reaching Su Mo's level was not something that could be achieved simply through diligent training, as she had mentioned.

This skill still requires a certain amount of talent.

Ye Ziming grinned, patted Xu Shuai on the shoulder, stepped forward, and directly asked Su Mo which compound bow had the highest draw weight.

After receiving the indicated answer, he grabbed the composite bow hanging on the wall, quickly aimed, and confidently fired.

Boom!

"Cough cough!" Ye Ziming put away the composite bow, his lips twitching slightly.

The arrow was very accurate, parallel to the bullseye.

The interlude ended quickly, and the two carried Su Mo's painstakingly collected composite bow, along with a large number of controlled arrows, onto the flying house.

Before long, Su Mo had moved all the food she had stockpiled onto the flying house.

Compressed biscuits, pre-made vegetable packs, canned lunches... these are all foods that can be stored for a long time.

The newly added space inside the flying house was quickly filled with a large amount of supplies, and now a new problem is facing Xu Shuai.

The villa underwent significant functional changes after the renovation.

However, the walls of the flying house do not automatically extend as the flying house decks are added.

Unless Xu Shuai uses the metal obtained from the dismantling to build new walls or railings, fortunately the shape can be freely designed and the thickness can be selected.

Demolition is relatively convenient; after selecting the area and confirming it a second time, it can be demolished quickly.

The ten newly added flight decks, excluding passageways, provide an additional 64 cubic meters of storage space, which he must make full use of.

Once the design is complete, a blue phantom will appear.

The newly designed walls will rise gradually from the deck, like a 3D print, until they reach the initial design requirements.

It is important to note that walls, railings, and even odd corners must all have supports.

If you try to create a wall out of thin air at a height of three meters without any support, a red warning will appear.

Otherwise, leave a passageway on the flight deck, and build a row of extension panels 3 meters above it, just like a high-altitude window sill.

Fortunately, the materials used are also freely selectable. You can choose pure metal or pure wood, pure gold or pure silver, or even multiple metals can be layered together, all depending on Xu Shuai's ideas.

Having upgraded their weapons and significantly improved their combat capabilities, the group stood on the deck of the flying house and headed towards the next villa.

The focus then shifted entirely to scavenging metal.

As for survival supplies, they are exchanged by packing up food that tastes bad, doesn't keep well, and that people don't want to eat in the short term, leaving it in the flying house for someone else to have it later.

The last villa in the Bai Cui Lake villa area before I left.

It was noon, and after a busy morning, we had a very fruitful day.

The current metal materials are: [Iron: 75.5 tons, Copper: 18 tons, Aluminum: 9.5 tons, Gold: 1.9 tons, Silver: 4.5 tons, Wood: 3 tons]

Daily necessities: [Twenty cases of bottled mineral water; four cases of pears, three cases of apples, and three cases of yellow peaches;]

Canned meat: 20 boxes; Canned fruit: 18 boxes; Dairy drinks: 40 boxes;

High-calorie snacks: 400 jin; yogurt: 60 rows; bagged salt: 40 jin;

Bagged flour (10 kg): 30 bags; Bagged rice (25 kg): 15 bags;

Refrigerated meat: 20 jin of pork, 80 jin of beef, and 50 jin of mutton;

Refrigerated seafood: 10 hairy crabs, 2 grouper, 5 catties of black tiger prawns

Medicine: 80 boxes

Seeing everyone's exhaustion, Xu Shuai looked at the last villa, picked up his phone, and glanced at the time: 12:30.

It was lunchtime, and after a busy morning, everyone must be starving. Xu Shuai planned to cook after he finished looting.

He wasn't a slave owner, and he wouldn't go so far as to forcibly exploit his employees, so he asked softly:

"Whoever is good at cooking can stay on the flying house to prepare lunch. The rest of you, grit your teeth and hold on a little longer, and try to loot the last villa in one go."

Upon hearing this, the weary-looking crowd exchanged glances, all hoping someone would step forward, but none dared to directly answer Xu Shuai's question.

"Old Xu, you know my mealtime. I'm not hungry yet, I can keep going."

Ye Ziming swung his arms and excitedly jumped up and down, showing everyone his extraordinary energy.

"Me too, I can still keep going." Su Mo, whose face was pale from hunger, who was sweating profusely and swallowing frequently, said calmly.

As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled at an inopportune moment.

Yang Kexin also stated seriously that she was not hungry and could continue to help, even indicating that she could go to the front line.

No, it was such a trivial request, yet everyone is as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant, completely lacking in fighting spirit.

Xu Shuai was speechless. These days, cooking is more terrifying than a flood or a ferocious beast.

Yin Rui glanced around, puffed out her chest confidently, and said decisively, "My cooking skills are alright; I can help with the cooking."

Everyone fell silent. Xu Shuai glanced at Yin Rui but made no comment. Of course, he wouldn't allow someone with an uncertain background to enter the kitchen alone.

In principle, the three categories of people should not be allowed to enter the flying house.

However, under special circumstances, Xu Shuai can designate restricted areas to allow three types of people to enter the flying house.

Allowing the latter to enjoy basic benefits, such as sitting on a sofa or using the toilet, shouldn't be a big problem.

"Alright then, since no one's hungry, let's have some chocolate to tide us over first, and I'll cook afterwards."

"No, I'm hungry, I said I'm hungry..."

Ignoring Yin Rui's words, and knowing that Xu Shuai was going to cook himself, Ye Ziming excitedly returned to the flying house.

He grabbed a handful of chocolates, handing out two to each person, and stuffing the rest into their pockets.

Xu Shuai coughed and said, "In that case, let's get started."

Because of hunger, Ye Ziming moved quickly and hurriedly, and was hit by Xu Shuai with a stick.

After being reprimanded and regaining their composure, the group proceeded step by step, steadily advancing their plans.

The security door was dismantled. Ye Ziming, holding a shield in his left hand and a fork in his right, rushed in first after finding it safe behind the door.

This is equipment looted from the security booth: several brand-new riot forks, protective shields, and about ten pairs of stab-proof gloves, all of which were packed up and taken away.

Xu Shuai followed closely behind and entered the house. Scattered wine bottles filled the floor, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

"Damn it, I've stumbled into a den of drunkards," Ye Ziming muttered.

In front of him were rows of lockers, and in each row, a small storage compartment held a bottle of expensive liquor.

Seeing this, Xu Shuai smiled with satisfaction, his tone unusually relaxed:

"These are all good stuff. We'll move all these empty bottles and good wine in a bit. The several large barrels of gasoline we've collected will finally have a use."