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

Those who are not lone wolves, are quick-witted, but have limited personal resources are also reborn.

After informing friends and family of the secret news about the impending dramatic change in the situation, they will likely take this opportunity to find allies or take out loans... trying every possible way to quickly monetize their personal "armament".

As for those wealthy and powerful individuals who control most of the resources, wouldn't they be the perfect allies?

Reborn individuals, post-apocalyptic shelters, mutated zombies... seemingly unrelated events, upon closer examination and reflection, reveal a clearer and more coherent narrative.

Suddenly, Xu Shuai's mind opened up, and he felt a sense of relief, as if the clouds had parted and the light had appeared.

With a little intellectual stimulation, Xu Shuai felt that his thinking ability and concentration when thinking about problems had been greatly improved.

He immediately composed himself, picked up his phone, and temporarily hid the questions in his heart.

[Understood. Tell her we will expedite our journey to the city. She must protect herself, stay where she is as much as possible, and patiently await rescue. If she is forced to flee due to an emergency, remember to take her phone, but remain silent. Once the environment is safe again, promptly report her location and situation.]

Yang Kexin nodded happily, then picked out the key points from Xu Shuai's reply, edited it slightly, and sent it again.

After staring at the screen for a while, Fang Lan did not reply. Yang Kexin looked at Xu Shuai and remained silent for a few seconds.

[Xu Shuai, the reborn person Fang Lan mentioned, revealed some information before his death about those ultraviolet lamps. Should we prepare some of them if we have the chance?]

Xu Shuai nodded, "I almost forgot about that."

You can never have too many good remedies; whether they work or not, prepare them first.

He vaguely remembered that when he rushed over from school last night, he heard his female assistant mention it briefly in the car.

They said they bought the whole vehicle in advance, along with a complete set of medical-grade ultraviolet lamps.

"The advantages of being reborn are still huge," Xu Shuai clicked his tongue, but ultimately didn't ask about Yang Kexin's identity.

Ye Ziming, who was standing to the side, was still shouting to Wang Qing from a distance.

The situation was unusually relaxed. Su Mo and Yin Rui leaned against the flying house, sat on the deck, and slowed down the speed at which they pressed the trigger.

They both knew that, according to Xu Shuai's plan, this action was merely a delaying tactic to give the water-based zombies ample time to recover.

There's no way the two sides will reconcile, although they don't know what deep-seated hatred Xu Shuai and Wang Qing harbor.

The magazines looted from the truck were divided into two piles and placed in the empty ammunition boxes.

Overall, there are more empty magazines than full magazines.

During this time, Su Mo and Yin Rui have been working very hard to control the bullets.

Even their thumbs, from frantically pressing the bullets for a short period, had deep marks left on their fingertips from the bullets.

"Everyone has worked hard. Just grit your teeth and hang in there. Yezi, remember to keep an eye on your surroundings. Those people inside aren't exactly honest guys."

Xu Shuai entered the flying house, and before entering, he gently comforted the group.

Hearing the sound, the two women numbly looked up, about to take out their phones to reply, when Xu Shuai gestured that they could speak softly.

Now that the target has been exposed, it's really inconvenient to keep taking out your phone to communicate via text.

Talking in hushed tones is fine, but we need to be vigilant. Xu Shuai sent a message in the group, but everyone was busy and didn't have time to read it.

Upon entering the flying house, Xu Shuai smiled helplessly at the sight of the messy pile of rifles, pistols, and numerous ammunition boxes.

The flying house level was upgraded just this afternoon, and it's already full again. It's a really 'heavy' burden.

Previously, the flying house kept popping up damage warnings, but now that the situation has eased a bit, Xu Shuai wants to take the opportunity to repair it.

He had just confirmed his idea to repair the flying house when a pop-up window about the material consumption system appeared in his mind, almost giving him a fright.

The flying house was severely damaged; estimated repair costs include 15 ingots of metal.

Fifteen ingots of iron, which is fifteen tons of iron.

It was just a few bullet shots and some repairs, yet the materials used were so expensive that Xu Shuai couldn't help but suspect that Fly House was taking the opportunity to embezzle funds.

Unfortunately, the path from the flying house to the central hub was blocked by debris, making it difficult for Xu Shuai to even check the damage to the flying house 3D.

"I hope it won't be hacked?" Thinking this, Xu Shuai reluctantly confirmed for the second time, and the metal in the warehouse immediately decreased by one-sixth.

Stepping out of the flying house, Xu Shuai picked up a bullet pouch, then took out a long gun and three pistols.

After speculating that there were many reborn people in the world, Xu Shuai had a special idea in mind: to take precautions in advance to select loyal personnel for the Flying House in the future.

He handed one of the three pistols to Ye Ziming, and took one for himself, stuffing it into the holster strapped to the outside of his thigh.

Then, to the astonishment of the three women, Xu Shuai handed a long gun and a short gun to Yang Kexin.

Seeing the latter's bewildered expression, Xu Shuai directly put the brand-new bullet pouch over Yang Kexin's head and instructed her:

"Quickly put on the ammunition pouch, and grab a few more magazines to prepare ammunition. Don't worry about the weight. Remember to tie the sling to the stock of the rifle. As for the pistol holster, get it as needed; tie it wherever is convenient to you."

"Huh, I can shoot guns too?" Yang Kexin asked in a daze.

She subconsciously slipped the bullet pouch into her pocket, and like a puppet on a string, let Xu Shuai turn her around.

Xu Shuai pulled with both hands, and Yang Kexin put it on. The originally loose bullet pouch immediately clung tightly to her body.

"If the situation is urgent and the firepower is insufficient, we should naturally continue to fire to provide some support and suppress the enemy with firepower and sound."

"But I don't know how to use it!" Yang Kexin held a pistol in her left hand and a long gun in her right, her clear eyes quietly looking at Xu Shuai.

Xu Shuai was silent for a few seconds, then hung the holster on Yang Kexin's neck.

Looking at Yang Kexin, who was swaying unsteadily under the weight, he said nonchalantly:

"Whether you can do it or not doesn't matter. If you encounter danger, just remember this is the safety. Turn it down and then pull the trigger. You'll get the hang of guns with practice..."

Wow! Does this mean that from now on, I can work hard alongside Xu Shuai and the other guy?

Yang Kexin pursed her lips, hugged the spear tightly, and suddenly remembered the scene she had inadvertently glimpsed in her previous life.

Perhaps, one day, she too can become the Valkyrie of the Apocalypse.

Recovering from the shock, Yang Kexin smiled shyly, hung the spear around her neck, walked to the side, and began to adjust the comfort of her equipment.

Su Mo, who was pressing the bullets beside her, looked on with envy and longing as she gazed at Yang Kexin's back. She quickened her pace of pressing the bullets even more.

Guns are great stuff, much more fun than bows and arrows.

Upon seeing this, Yin Rui's eyes flickered, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

Ye Ziming, on the other hand, looked back and muttered to himself, glancing at Yin Rui from time to time, as if expecting something.

"Please don't misunderstand, gentlemen. We will distribute weapons for self-defense when the time is right, but for now..."

Before Xu Shuai finished speaking, his gaze swept over everyone, and before he spoke again, he glanced at Yin Rui out of the corner of his eye, then added:

"As long as we pass the inspection, we'll have bread, we'll have milk, we'll have everything the flying house has."

If there's an opportunity, we should implement a reward and punishment system to enhance employees' sense of motivation.

For the next hour, apart from Ye Ziming and Wang Qing occasionally calling out to each other, they mostly fell into long silences.

Xu Shuai was happy to have some free time. After preparing a large amount of ammunition, he returned to the flying house and tidied it up properly.

While leaving a passageway, the extra rifles and pistols were stored in the central control room area.

Giving Yang Kexin a gun was Xu Shuai's way of planning ahead for future personnel selection.

Su Mo and Yin Rui have just joined Flying House and have not yet experienced a life-or-death test, so their loyalty remains to be seen.

.....

Just an hour later, at Xu Shuai's prompting, Ye Ziming asked in a playful, flippant tone, "How's the clay figure coming along? Has Nuwa shown her her power yet?"

Inside the courtyard, Wang Qing glanced at his phone; it was exactly nine o'clock at night, and he really didn't want to give it a minute longer.

These two little guys are really...

With only one hour left before Wang Shao's deadline, he still needed to find a way to delay again.

"Of course I made it. A man's word is his bond. It's just a little girl, what's so difficult about it? You wait here, I'll deliver it in a bit."

"How is that possible? You really can conjure something out of thin air?" Ye Ziming roared, his voice filled with shock and solemnity. "I don't believe it! How is this possible? Let her come out and see for herself!"

"Please wait a moment, I'll have someone bring it out right away!"

"No, we have to let her get out of this alone..."

Sitting in the chair, Wang Qing wore a confident smile, while the rest of the gang members all snorted and laughed.

Everyone could already imagine how shocked Ye Ziming's expression would be when he saw Zhu Zhu, who perfectly met the criteria.

Wang Qing raised his hand to signal, and Jia Zheng, along with one of his henchmen, picked up Zhu Zhu, who was curled up to the side and dozing off.

"Huh?" Zhu Zhu, still half asleep, was startled when she realized that her body was off the ground, and made a puzzled sound.

Then it frantically flapped its two short legs, making "woo woo woo" sounds.

"Untie them all, I have a few words I want to say to her."

Jia Zheng nodded, quickly untied Zhu Zhu's restraints, and pushed Zhu Zhu in front of Wang Qing.

He carried the heavy red cloth strip and threw it into the campfire with a look of disgust.

Then, Jia Zheng, who had retreated to the side, and seeing that no one had noticed, inexplicably raised his hand and subconsciously smelled the lingering scent on it.

"I'm sorry, you're not so lucky. Someone specifically asked for you by name..."

Wang Qing looked dejected as he scrutinized Zhu Zhu, whom he had almost treated as a team-building perk.

He was somewhat embarrassed to say the rest, but he still made a very intimidating gesture to give Zhu Zhu a heads-up.

"Sigh, there's no other way. We had no choice but to resort to this tactic. You heard it yourself, we're no match for them. Faced with their unreasonable demands, we can only try our best to meet them..."

Wang Qing stood up, placed his hand on Zhu Zhu's shoulder, and, in a sorrowful tone, pointed to the gang members who were bleeding and in shock due to their severe injuries, continued:

"However, don't worry too much. If you do as I say, they might spare your life."

The way she said that, if you didn't know better, you'd think a weasel had come to life... Zhu Zhu raised her hands, gently rubbing her swollen and sore cheeks, her eyes remaining vacant.

If I'm not mistaken, the person shouting outside should be the strangely dressed older brother I saw this morning. Compared to this group of people, those two older brothers are obviously "good people".

Presumably, they heard my plea, which is why they resorted to indirect methods, making seemingly unreasonable but actually targeted demands in an attempt to rescue me.

They didn't sound like good people at all. Could it be that you two are?

This group of people clearly didn't know that I had met those two older brothers before. In order to fulfill that "Young Master Wang's" request, they were deliberately using me to buy time. I had to continue to be patient and hurry out to inform the older brothers of this news.

Zhu Zhu pouted, tugged at Wang Qing's sleeve, quickly composed herself, and made sure her expression and tone were the same as before, taking the opportunity to plead:

"They're all bad people, what should I do? I'm so young, I'm so scared, can I not go?"

With her survival instincts at their peak, Zhu Zhu's mind raced.

The reason she panicked earlier was because she couldn't see any hope of escape, and the sudden death of her mother dealt her a double blow in a short period of time. Her mind was filled with a lot of negative thoughts, which made her lose her mind.

But now that she knows someone outside has offered help, and that her older brother is so helpful in coming up with such a great rescue plan, she can't hold him back.

She may look young, but if you try to fool her like a child, you'll pay the price.

Wang Qing shook his head and sighed, feigning difficulty:

"No, you have to go, even though we really want to protect you."

However, the power of discourse now lies in the hands of the other side.

Unless you behave and do as I say.

In his view, as long as Xu Shuai and Ye Ziming's identities are portrayed as those terrorists who would riot and go berserk at the slightest disagreement.

Then, by using the information at our disposal as leverage, we can create a second delay, which will make things much easier.

Seeing Zhu Zhu's extremely unwilling expression, Wang Qing felt extremely pleased with himself and couldn't help but praise his own cleverness.

All things considered, aside from their somewhat frivolous remarks, they really didn't do anything bad to Zhu Zhu.

"Oh, what should I do then?"

Zhu Zhu stared longingly at Wang Qing, tears welling up in her eyes, two tear streaks running down her face, making her look extremely pitiful.

With a pained expression, Wang Qing pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and then asked two cell phones from his gang members.

Seeing that Zhu Zhu had almost finished building up her emotions, but her tears still wouldn't fall, Wang Qing was puzzled.

But she still picked up a tissue and gently wiped away Zhu Zhu's tears.

"There are solutions, it just depends on whether you're willing to cooperate."

"I'm willing, I'm willing, I'll definitely cooperate well, I'll be very good and obedient..."

Zhu Zhuqian howled, blinking hard, trying to squeeze out tears.

Go ahead and cry! Why can't I cry when I relax my nerves?

When the attempt to induce tears failed, Zhu Zhu covered her face with her hands and asked hesitantly and indistinctly:

"If I cooperate obediently, can I stay home?"

"That won't do, since you're willing to cooperate..."

Wang Qing picked up his phone, found the relevant contact information, and dialed the number.

With a beep, the two phones entered a call state. He turned the speaker volume of the phone he was going to let Zhu Zhu take down to the lowest setting.

After adjusting the settings, Wang Qing handed the phone to Zhu Zhu and comforted her with a smile:

"Take this and hide it well. Just stay on the phone and leave the rest to us."

Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to get you out.