C11 The Wish of Good Fortune

Zhou Heng drove the car, while the dead prisoners followed closely behind him. A trace of greed flashed across their eyes.

The man with a scar on his face licked his lips with a vicious expression.

"Boss, don't worry."

"When he stops the car, we will go over and kill him!"

They had already treated Zhou Heng as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In Zhou Heng's eyes, these prisoners were like fish on the chopping board.

Zhou Heng did not drive home directly. Instead, he parked the car at the entrance of a house three hundred meters away from his house.

"Boss, he stopped the car."

"It seems like this is his small warehouse. Let's go down and take a look."

The man with a scar on his face waved his hand, and the people in the car all ran down.

These people all held long machetes in their hands, and they all had murderous looks on their faces.

"You have followed me for so long, are you having fun?"

Zhou Heng took out a cigarette from his pocket and said slowly.

The man with a scar on his face frowned slightly.

"From the meaning of your words, you have already discovered us a long time ago?"

Zhou Heng smiled.

"Do you think everyone is as brainless as you?"

"I will kill you!"

"You really don't want to live anymore!"

The subordinate of the man with a scar on his face walked over aggressively.

However, in the next second, Zhou Heng took out the Desert Eagle and pointed it at their heads.

"If anyone else speaks, I will kill him right now."

Zhou Heng's expression was ice-cold.

Seeing this, someone let out an ear-piercing sneer, "You are just a toy gun."

Before this person could finish his sentence, a bullet hole appeared on his forehead.

Blood flowed out from the bullet hole.

The entire audience instantly fell silent.

They looked at Zhou Heng as if they were looking at a ghost.

They never dreamed that Zhou Heng's gun was real.

"This is just a misunderstanding."

The man with the scar on his face swallowed his saliva and said nervously, "We will leave now. Let's forget about this matter."

"Isn't it too late for you to leave now?"

Zhou Heng smiled at him.

The man with the scar on his face trembled slightly. He said with a hint of fear, "What do you want?"

"Don't worry."

Zhou Heng touched the pistol and said indifferently, "I can spare your lives, but I have a condition. You have to send all the resources to me."

"In this way, not only can I spare your lives, I can also guarantee that you will survive the upcoming disaster."

The man was stunned and said subconsciously, "Isn't the disaster over?"

Zhou Heng sneered, "As far as I know, in a week, the cold air will sweep across the entire world. By then, the surface temperature will reach -100 degrees Celsius."

"Right now, all the heating equipment in the city is in my hands. You better listen to me."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

If this had happened in the past, he would definitely not have believed Zhou Heng's words.

But things were different now.

Even the strange bird had appeared.

What else was impossible?

"Boss, why don't we listen to him first? After he relaxes his guard, we can snatch his gun back. At that time, he won't dare to resist."

Just as the man was hesitating, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses whispered into his ear.

The man was called Lee Hou. He was a fraud, and he was good at talking.

Amongst the prisoners, the scar-faced man valued him the most.

"Yes, you are right."

The scar-faced man nodded and felt that what Lee Hou said made sense.

"Alright, I promise you!"

Lee Hou agreed to Zhou Heng's request without hesitation.

In the next few days.

The scar-faced man led his subordinates to recklessly snatch resources in the city.

No matter how much they robbed, they would all be delivered to the designated location by Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng enjoyed the fruits of his labor. He looked at the busy crowd and revealed a mocking expression.

"Brother, we've helped you for so long. Shouldn't you let us see where your shelter is?"

The scar-faced man put down the resources in his hands and clapped his hands.

"Sure."

Zhou Heng nodded slightly. "But before that, shouldn't you bring your old nest's things here?"

"No problem."

The scar-faced man and Lee Hou exchanged a glance.

The scar-faced man smiled and said, "Why don't you come with us? I have a lot of things on my side, so it will be difficult to move them."

"Let's go."

Zhou Heng smiled and did not say anything. He followed the scar-faced man to the place where they had hidden.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw a lot of naked women lying on the ground.

However, they all looked like they were on the verge of death.

"These women?"

"We are all men." The scar-faced man touched his head and said with a smile, "How can we survive if there are no women for a long time?"

"You are really talented."

Zhou Heng shook his head. They were still in the mood to play with women at this time.

They were indeed desperate.

"Look, these are all the supplies we collected before. We will move them to the car later."

As the scar-faced man spoke, he winked at Lee Hou.

Lee Hou understood and quietly stood behind Zhou Heng with his men.

They were ready to give Zhou Heng a fatal blow.

However, Lee Hou did not make a move.

The sound of gunshots rang out.

The man closest to Zhou Heng fell into a pool of blood.

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Heng aimed the Desert Eagle at the scar-faced man's head and revealed a mocking expression.

"Do you really think I don't know what you are scheming?"

“You still dare to think about my supplies, do you not want to live anymore!”

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

The scar-faced man fell straight to the ground.

He didn’t even die in peace!

“Run! Run!”

The remaining group of people wanted to run away.

They kept rushing out.