The return route took us through a narrow alley.
After turning a corner, from the front of a small supermarket with a small storefront, there was a sound of broken glass.
Two people were looking around at the entrance, while several others had already gone into the shelves and were stuffing boxes of instant noodles into plastic bags.
Not a pack of wolves.
It was a group of scavengers.
Judging from their clothes, there was an old man, a young woman, and one with a walking stick. Find the original chapter at g.com.
The older one’s back was hunched, and he needed to rest twice for each box of canned food he carried.
Su Wan’s gun was already raised, lowering her voice: “Just five or six of them.
There aren’t more than two that can fight.”
“They’re robbing the small one on the street side.” He said, “We have enough food stockpiled for a month.
For a few bags of rice, is it worth losing a life?”
He took two steps forward and stood at the supermarket entrance, his voice neither loud nor low: “Those inside, don’t move yet.”
The people behind the shelves froze.
The first one to turn out was a thin man, around thirty years old, with sunken cheeks and eyes rolling around, holding an crowbar in his hand.