Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting!

Lin You rang the doorbell.

A woman's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

"Brother Qiang sent me. He said this month's bills need to be paid in advance, and he's going back to his hometown tomorrow."

Lin You's voice changed again, becoming colder and calmer than when she spoke to Fatty.

The door opened.

Sister Song stood at the door.

She was in her early forties, with rosy, fair skin that was very well-maintained. She was wearing a silk bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine.

She looks like a lady from high society.

Behind her was a duplex living room with crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and grand classical music echoing throughout the room.

I must say the soundproofing is really good.

You can barely hear the music coming from inside from outside the door; it truly lives up to its reputation as a luxury residence.

A laptop was on the coffee table, its screen lit up.

Sister Song sized up the woman delivering money outside the door, her gaze lingering on Lin You's face, without moving aside.

I've never seen you before.

Lin You did not answer.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, holding a fruit knife.

The cold, upside-down object gleamed with a chilling light under the warm glow.

He stepped forward, placing the blade directly against Sister Song's fair and slender neck.

Sister Song's expression changed instantly.

Lin You forced Sister Song to retreat inside the door. "Brother Qiang asked me to pass on a message to you. He said: 'Greetings to you.'"

Sister Song glanced at the fruit knife, a mocking sneer playing on her lips. "This is the idiot who sent you? He thinks he can just find some random Tom, Dick, or Harry to take me down?"

As he spoke, he actually stepped aside.

Lin You squinted and closed the door behind her.

The crystal chandelier was spinning overhead, and music was still playing.

Ignoring the fruit knife in Lin You's hand, Sister Song extended her slender fingers and pushed it away.

He walked to the coffee table, put down his wine glass, turned around, and crossed his arms. "Where's Old Qiang?"

"Underground."

Sister Song paused slightly. "So... you weren't sent by him to kill me?"

"It shouldn't be."

Sister Song smiled, as if they were talking about someone insignificant, not her.

Sister Song reached for her phone on the coffee table, her movements casual, as if she were just glancing at the time.

But Lin You caught a glimpse of her finger on the screen; it was the open address book.

The fruit knife was flipped over, and the back of the blade struck Sister Song's wrist.

It's not heavy, but it's very fast.

Sister Song slightly turned to the side and threw her phone at Lin You, while grabbing the wine bottle with her other hand and slamming it on the table.

The bottom of the bottle broke, and the red wine slid down the table and onto the carpet, as red as blood.

Lin You tilted her head to dodge the phone that was about to hit her head.

The phone hit the wall, bounced off and landed under the sofa, its screen instantly covered with a fine, spiderweb-like crack.

Lin You narrowed her eyes, not expecting that Sister Song was actually a martial arts expert.

After throwing the phone, Sister Song swayed and lunged at Lin You, the sharp, broken piece of the red wine aimed at Lin You's abdomen.

This strike was both swift and ruthless.

Lin Youde was quick to act, pressing down with the fruit knife in her hand, aiming at Sister Song's wrist holding the wine bottle.

The blade missed its target with a whistling sound.

Sister Song's seemingly fierce thrust was a feint, designed to attract Lin You's attention, her long, slender legs rising up like springs.

He slashed directly at Lin You's forearm.

The speed was terrifying, and Lin You was forced to raise her arm to block, her whole body being pushed backward by the enormous force.

Sister Song sneered, her whole demeanor like a female leopard closing in on Lin You.

"you--!"

Sister Song immediately stopped moving, the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at her head.

Lin You shook her slightly sore and numb arms and praised, "Not bad skills, no wonder you dared to let me in. But this is the truth of the world."

Sister Song's expression was terrifyingly sinister. "What do you want?"

"Safe."

Sister Song looked at Lin You, "Do you know what you want?"

The response to Sister Song was a gunshot, which immediately silenced the classical music.

Sister Song fell to the ground with a thud, and a bullet hole appeared in her thigh.

"Aren't you afraid the gunshots will attract the police?"

Sister Song spoke with an extremely gloomy expression, as if she wasn't the one who had just been shot through the thigh.

"Ha, you're definitely someone who's going to do big things. Tell me, where's the safe?"

This time, Lin You pointed the gun at Sister Song's head, a smile on her face, but no warmth in her eyes.

This is no joke; if Lin You doesn't get a satisfactory answer, she will definitely pull the trigger.

The room is very well soundproofed.

Although the gunshots could be heard, they were so faint that only those accustomed to them could distinguish them.

This is also why Lin You acted so recklessly.

More importantly, Lin You didn't want to get hurt at this time. She had thought that Sister Song, who seemed easy to handle, was actually a fighting expert.

Lin You knew she was no match for her opponent in a fight, but if it were a life-or-death struggle, she would definitely be the one to survive.

"The bedroom...behind the painting on the bedroom wall."

Sister Song finally gave in.

"Open."

The safe was embedded in the wall above the bed, hidden behind a water lily painting.

The password is six digits.

The cabinet door popped open, revealing neatly stacked cash inside, in bundles of five hundred thousand each, about five or six bundles in total.

There was also a small pile of gold bricks and a few account books.

At the very back is a black, encrypted portable hard drive.

Putting cash into her backpack was the maximum weight Lin You could manage without affecting her activities.

As for the gold bars, I didn't go to collect them. I have no idea how heavy a dozen gold bars are unless I've handled them myself.

A cube that is 14 centimeters in diameter weighs 50 kilograms.

That means even an average adult would have a hard time carrying just two of the gold bars in the safe.

Holding the hard drive in his hand, he thought for a moment and a gloating smile appeared on his face.

Lin You asked Sister Song to open the folders on the hard drive, which contained photos, videos, chat logs, and transfer records.

Some of these girls volunteered, but most did not.

It contains secretly filmed videos; the filenames contain the date and the names of the people involved.

It can be traced back to three years ago.

The youngest girl, according to the video date and her ID card, was just fourteen years old at the time.

"How many people have you shared the contents of this hard drive with?"

Sister Song leaned against the headboard, her thighs already bandaged, her dignified, high-society demeanor completely gone.

"...Three. Only three... You can't take them. If you do, they'll find me. They're all big shots. Don't do it if you don't want to die."

Lin You put the hard drive into the inside pocket of her backpack and zipped it up.

"They can't find you."

Hold the fruit knife upside down with the blade facing outwards.

A knife.

Sister Song tried to dodge, but her injured thigh was too weak to move, and her mouth was open, but the sound was stuck in her throat.

She collapsed beneath the water lily painting.

The wound on the neck was not deep, but it severed the major artery at an angle. Such wounds cannot be stitched up and the bleeding cannot be stopped.

Sister Song clutched her neck tightly, but how could she stop the gushing blood from her arteries?

Soon, blood and foam began to come out of her mouth.

He said with difficulty, "Why...why...?"

Lin You ignored her completely, stood in front of the safe, and put the ledger into her backpack.

She went to the living room and picked up the phone from under the sofa.

The screen, covered in spiderweb patterns, was still stuck on the dial pad, just one button away from being pressed.

She turned off her phone, broke off the SIM card, and threw it into the kitchen garbage disposal.

Then she went to the entryway and turned off the light.

The last ray of warm light from the crystal chandelier went out, leaving the entire room in darkness.

They got the money, and they killed the person.

The car can't be driven anymore; the surveillance cameras on the road aren't just for show.

Lin You covered herself up completely again and got into a taxi.

I randomly picked a few buses and transferred several times.

I accidentally left my hard drive and ledger in a taxi.

It's already noon.

When Lin You arrived at the car rental company, she didn't go in but instead circled around a few times and spotted someone.

"Scalpers" is the standard term for this group. Of course, their profession is selling used black market cars, and they also rent some scrapped and modified cars or cars with illegitimate origins.

Of course, they also offer car rentals, but the prices are a bit higher than normal.

The only advantage is that there are no complicated procedures. Of course, black car dealers are not a bunch of fools; they have GPS trackers on their phones.

If you install one on an off-road SUV, it will be completely undetectable.

For 100,000 yuan, I successfully purchased an off-road SUV with a full tank of gas.

The owner of Xinsheng Building Materials Market had never done such a strange business in his life.

A woman, at 1 PM, paid in cash, without issuing a receipt, and ordered 150 tons of cement and 20 tons of steel bars. She didn't haggle, only saying she needed them urgently and wanted them loaded onto the truck now.

The boss's hands were shaking as he counted the money; it really was a huge order.

Moreover, the payment was made on the spot, unlike the usual project payments which are delayed for several months or even half a year.

I'm in a bit of a hurry to get it.

I heard that there were no bricks available, so the original 150 tons of cement were tripled to nearly 500 tons.

Of course, the price of steel bars also rose accordingly.

The 65 yuan building materials order was definitely a big one. Looking at the convoy in the distance, the boss's face was beaming with joy.

Although the customer's request was a bit strange, saying that there weren't enough people to unload the truck and there was nowhere to store it so that it could be returned after the truck was used the next day, he still gave them plenty of benefits.

The boss smiled and agreed.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, twenty heavy trucks drove out of Z city in a grand procession, heading directly towards the Orchid Mountain Scenic Area.