Oudick fell into a series of sneezes shortly after throwing the grenade, and then fell unconscious. He had little impression of the changes in South Street, only a vague awareness. The situation was urgent just now, so he naturally couldn't bother to get any other information from City Lord Xu Liyan.

He shook his head and said:

"I'll ask now."

With that, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Baimian squatted down and began searching the fake "Father's" body, hoping to find some useful clues.

Soon, she pulled a piece of paper from the fake "Father's" pocket.

It was written in both Ashlands and Red River languages:

"This is a special permit approved by the City Lord."

Besides this sentence, there was nothing else on the paper. There was no seal, not even a signature.

"He just used this kind of 'permit' to easily enter North Street?" Jiang Baimian said with amusement.

"It can be like this..." Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up, seemingly eager to try.

Sensing this, Jiang Baimian turned her head and scolded with a smile:

"Don't try it. You can't 'hypnotize' anyone."

Even if you want to try, you need to find a radish and carve a stamp on it.

At this moment, Oudick ended the call and said to them:

"The vagrant riots outside the city have already broken in. It's complete chaos."

"As expected..." Jiang Baimian took down the walkie-talkie hanging on her armed belt and tried to contact Bai Chen and Long Yuehong.

But it didn't work.

"Out of range..." Jiang Baimian exhaled and said to Oudick, "We have to return to South Street to find a few friends, lest something happens to them in the riots."

Oudick understood perfectly:

"Take my car. Take these two people with you."

"Okay, how do I return it to you later?" Jiang Baimian didn't waste time being polite.

"If the riots end quickly, drive it to the guild. If not, drive it outside the City Lord's mansion. There's a special permit in the car," Oudick said simply.

Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian didn't hesitate. They carried Lei Yunsong and Lin Feifei on their backs, respectively, and ran wildly to the area near the gate of the First Hospital. They used the key Oudick gave them to open the door, get in the car, and drive away.

It wasn't until this moment that the City Lord's Guard dispatched to this side had just arrived.

Because they had a special permit, they left the encirclement without any effort, left North Street, and entered the central square.

Once here, the gunshots became more obvious, coming from all directions. There were countless corpses on the ground: adults, children, men, women, those neatly dressed, those with tattered clothes, those with incomplete bodies, those who seemed to have been strangled, those who looked like city guards, those who were holding guns and looked like ordinary hunters...

Their blood was spilled on the ground, reflecting the numerous bullet holes.

There were also many people sitting on the side of the street and at the entrances of alleys, stuffing cornbread into their mouths, staring blankly at the riots, neither joining nor resisting.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao were briefly speechless.

After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian took down the walkie-talkie again and tried to contact Bai Chen and Long Yuehong.

This time, there was a response.

"Where are you?" Jiang Baimian tried to keep her tone steady, lest her teammates become panicked and nervous.

Bai Chen's voice rang out with some static:

"We're heading to A'Fu Gun Shop.

"When the vagrants rushed in, we were still on East Street and found a place to hide.

"Now the first wave of riots has dispersed, and a large number of people are no longer concentrated. We plan to go back and move the supplies in the room to the jeep, and then drive to pick you up and leave from the East Street gate, and return to the city when the situation stabilizes."

"Good. We'll meet in the alley outside A'Fu Gun Shop," Jiang Baimian praised and signaled Shang Jianyao to drive Oudick's red SUV into South Street.

Clang, clang sounds followed, and the occasional bullets that flew over were blocked by the thick steel plates and bulletproof glass installed on the vehicle.

The situation in South Street was even more serious than in the central square. Streams of blood were flowing on the side of the street.

A large number of people died in the streets, and corpses were everywhere. Some were still staring, full of unwillingness and confusion.

From time to time, one or two living people could be seen, but most of them were about to die, just instinctively groaning in pain.

Jiang Baimian glanced around and suddenly pointed to a place:

"Drive over there."

That was the first restaurant they ate at after coming to Weed City:

"Old Brand Noodle Restaurant"

At the time, the boss's accent, which mixed many dialects, and his insistence on borrowing books from the library to teach his grandson to read, left a deep impression on Jiang Baimian and others.

The delicious hot oil noodles were the same.

At this time, the noodle restaurant was a mess.

The gray-haired boss fell to the ground with a large hole in his forehead. Blood stained his clothes red. He was no longer alive.

Behind him was the corner, where a seven- or eight-year-old boy was crouching, shivering.

Scattered around them were several books, mostly with pictures.

On the other side of the noodle restaurant, at the only table that hadn't been overturned, sat two people.

One was a man who looked to be in his thirties, and the other was a seven- or eight-year-old girl.

They buried their heads and slurped noodles from large bowls, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the chaos and gunshots outside.

After Shang Jianyao stopped the car, Jiang Baimian immediately opened the door and jumped out, aiming her gun at the man eating noodles while quickly moving closer to the noodle restaurant owner and the boy behind him.

Without needing to do any other checks, she could tell from the electrical signal situation alone that the boss was dead.

The man eating noodles quickly shoveled the remaining green onions in the bowl into his mouth, licked the end of his chopsticks, and stood up with satisfaction, shielding the little girl behind him.

The little girl's face was dirty, but her eyes were bright.

She didn't stop, eating the remaining noodles in two or three mouthfuls.

Shang Jianyao recognized the man. He had bronze skin, a square face, and looked quite honest. He was the vagrant who had answered Oudick's question earlier and told him about the fake "Father's" whereabouts.

Seeing that Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao were pointing their guns at him, the vagrant showed a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Just shoot me. I killed him.

"He wouldn't give us food. I could only grab it and cook it myself...

"Otherwise, people would starve to death."

Recalling this matter, his expression became a little distorted, and his voice became much louder:

"We're all people. Aren't we worthy of living?

"We're also people. Are we just doomed to starve to death?"

Jiang Baimian looked at him and the little girl behind him, who was reluctantly putting down her chopsticks, and hesitated to pull the trigger.

After a few seconds, a gunshot rang out, and the man fell down with blood gushing from his chest.

Shang Jianyao fired the shot.

The little girl numbly watched this scene, not crying or shouting.

Jiang Baimian tilted her head slightly and looked at Shang Jianyao. She saw him holding the gun with both hands, aiming forward, with a solemn expression and an unusually serious expression.

Withdrawing her gaze, Jiang Baimian quickly ordered:

"Take both of them with us and meet up with Little White and the others."

If they were just left alone, the two children wouldn't have a chance to survive in this chaotic situation.

When Weed City returns to stability, they can find a way to settle them down.

Shang Jianyao nodded and protected the two children into the red SUV. One squeezed into the back seat with the unconscious Lei Yunsong and Lin Feifei, and the other entered the passenger seat, staying next to Jiang Baimian.

The two children did not cry or resist, seeming to have been frightened.

When the vehicle gradually drove away from "Old Brand Noodle Restaurant," the little boy and little girl seemed to wake up and pounced on the window at the same time.

They looked at the two corpses and shouted heart-wrenchingly:

"Grandpa!"

"Dad!"

...

Inside the alley where "A'Fu Gun Shop" was located.

In a hurry, Long Yuehong swung his right arm and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A vagrant who didn't know where he came from, holding a knife, fell backward and began to convulse.

Compared to the beginning, Long Yuehong was now quite calm.

He had killed no less than seven or eight vagrants.

After he and Bai Chen left their hiding place on East Street, they took the route with the fewest people back to "A'Fu Gun Shop". Even so, they encountered many red-eyed vagrants and local thugs taking advantage of the chaos to rob.

After a bit of initial panic, Long Yuehong realized that these people weren't very good at shooting and weren't very skilled. As long as they avoided large groups of people and didn't rush into places where bullets were flying, he and Bai Chen could handle it with their cooperation.

The only thing to worry about was that the ammunition they carried was only being used up and there was no time to replenish it.

Of course, there weren't no dangers along the way. Long Yuehong and Bai Chen encountered a small team of city defense forces clearing out vagrants. It was unknown whether this small team was mentally tense and overreacted, treating them as rioters, or whether they thought they were only two people and were weak, but they even tried to annihilate them.

Fortunately, that small team only had five people, and Bai Chen had seen through their intentions in advance. After a chaotic battle, they left behind two corpses and retreated to another alley.

This made Long Yuehong a little scared and a little excited.

Because he had killed one of the city defense force soldiers with a headshot.

For him, this was an extraordinary achievement.

After entering "A'Fu Gun Shop," Bai Chen glanced around and her heart sank slightly.

Many of the guns sold here were gone, and everything was in a mess. It looked like it had been robbed.

Almost at the same time, gunshots rang out from upstairs.

The sound was intermittent, making people worried.

"Aunt Nan..." Long Yuehong glanced at Bai Chen and said a name.

Bai Chen's expression didn't change, and she nodded:

"Let's go up and take a look."

After speaking, she added:

"There are still a lot of supplies in the room."

"Okay." Long Yuehong didn't object, but put away the "Icy Moss" gun, which was a little hot, and replaced it with the "United 202" pistol, fully loaded with bullets.

After arriving at the back door of "A'Fu Gun Shop," they looked at the courtyard through the doorway and confirmed that the jeep was still parked in its original position.

Obviously, the vagrants who had rushed to this side were not interested in the car for the time being, and they hadn't discovered that there were a lot of supplies hidden in the car.

Turning into the stairs, corpses came into Long Yuehong and Bai Chen's view.

They were men and women, lying face down or face up, all killed by gunfire.

Bai Chen quickly scanned the area and subconsciously quickened her pace.

As they approached the second floor, the gunshots above rang out again.

Bai Chen kept her back very low and carefully moved up, Long Yuehong imitating her movements, closely following behind.

Rounding the corner, they saw five or six men holding weapons exchanging fire with people in a room on the second floor.

In front of them, the corpses were dense, almost piled up.

Bai Chen didn't hesitate, raised her hands, and continuously shot at the group of men who looked like vagrants. Long Yuehong didn't ask any questions and made the same movements.

Bang, bang, bang!

Cooperating with the counterattack inside, they emptied their bullets and cleared all the enemies in front of them.

"It's us!" Then, Bai Chen shouted loudly.

Aunt Nan's voice came out immediately:

"Come up quickly."

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong rushed up and saw a pile of people hiding in that room, including Aunt Nan, Gu Changle, and other shareholders of "A'Fu Gun Shop," as well as women of different ages who were engaged in prostitution. They huddled inside, trembling slightly.

The one guarding the door, not letting a single vagrant rush in, was An Ruoxiang.

This relic hunter and "temporary teacher" was holding a pistol, squatting halfway, leaning against the wall, her expression still indifferent, appearing very calm.

Aunt Nan's younger brother, A'Fu, was responsible for loading bullets and handing over guns.

Seeing Bai Chen and Long Yuehong come up, An Ruoxiang suddenly sat down and gasped for breath.

A rare smile appeared on her face, clean and pure.