An Nuan suddenly jumped, startled by this thought.
The idea of her seizing a base and becoming its leader was indeed bold and absurd.
One had to know that these bases not only contained supplies but also unimaginable amounts of firearms and ammunition, and even missiles.
She actually entertained such a dangerous thought; her courage had truly grown.
"Wen Jing, is your hair getting too long? Let me trim it for you."
Luo Luo spread a large tablecloth on the ground, found a plastic bag for trash, cut holes in it, and draped it around Chen Wen Jing's neck.
After washing, her hair, which had been covered in two basins of dirt, hung loosely. If she were to put on Hanfu, she would be a proper classical beauty.
"Xiao Nuan, Wen Jing is so good-looking. If she put on makeup, no one would doubt she's a girl!"
Chen Wen Jing hated his androgynous appearance and disliked his name.
His parents must have been out of their minds when they conceived him and Xiao Long, having mixed up their names.
Chen Wen Jing bit his lip and said,
"Although I look delicate, I'm very reliable. I can handle any strenuous task and won't hold you back."
An Nuan smiled, "Being good-looking is an advantage. Just learn to protect yourself. There are many wolves in sheep's clothing out there."
Luo Luo quickly nodded.
She tousled his hair. Initially, she only intended to trim it casually, but Chen Wen Jing was so aesthetically pleasing that if she messed up the haircut, she would ruin a perfectly beautiful little lotus.
Luo Luo casually remarked, "If only we had a Tony the hairstylist."
An Nuan touched her own hair.
She had bangs, and before, she was too busy stocking up to get her hair done. Now, looking back, she realized her bangs were almost reaching her nose.
In her previous life, due to scarce resources, most people were bald to save water and resources.
However, girls are naturally fond of beauty, and many were unwilling to shave their heads. An Nuan was one of them.
But hairdressers were indeed scarce, so they could only cut each other's hair.
The results, in retrospect, looked like they'd been gnawed by a dog...
An Nuan scanned everyone in the room; their hair was either messy or their beards unkempt, significantly diminishing their appearance and demeanor.
"I remember the manager of that salon used to be quite nice, but she was pushed out by someone, right? Her skills were good."
Among the many hairdressers, An Nuan recalled a woman with both good looks and excellent skills.
She had become the manager of a second branch of a chain salon before she was thirty, all thanks to her talent.
Unfortunately, she lacked connections and was too honest, not knowing how to promote unnecessary services, so she was squeezed out.
After she left the second branch, the salon changed. An Nuan hadn't visited much before the apocalypse.
If it weren't for the topic of haircuts, An Nuan wouldn't have remembered this person.
"Xiao Nuan, are you talking about Lan Mi? She opened her own studio later, and I even topped up money for it, but now it's useless."
An Nuan looked at her quietly. Luo Luo slowly turned her head.
The sisters' eyes met, and they knew what the other was thinking.
"Her studio is on the 13th floor of Junhua Apartment."
"I hope she's still alive the day after tomorrow."
An Nuan had been in a coma for a long time and now felt quite energetic, not tired at all, but too lazy to move.
Lan Mi
The melted snow outside would also take some time to disappear completely.
An Nuan decided to stay home tomorrow and do nothing but eat and sleep.
Although the snow had melted, the temperature was still quite low.
Half of the first floor was still submerged in water. Her courtyard was nicely decorated, and after being submerged, it had formed a peculiar underwater landscape.
Luo Luo walked over from behind, holding a large bag of potato chips.
"What are you looking at? It's three o'clock, and you're not asleep yet."
"Luo Luo, I feel like a fish in a fish tank."
"Then you must be a mermaid."
An Nuan smiled. Luo Luo was always like a little sun, warming her like the sun even in the apocalypse of her previous life.
"Luo Luo, it's so good that you're here."
Luo Luo stuffed a chip into her mouth and chuckled, "It's good that everyone is here."
"Yes, everyone is here..."
An Nuan and Luo Luo chatted while eating potato chips.
Chen Wen Jing hurried down.
The two of them, like children caught stealing, immediately hid the chips inside their loungewear and clutched them.
"We weren't stealing!"
Chen Wen Jing: "..." He could read minds, so how could he not know if they were stealing or not?
Chen Wen Jing inexplicably found the elder sister and second sister very cute.
"Boss, a group of people is rapidly approaching us, there are over twenty of them!"
Luo Luo said lazily, "Let them approach. Twenty-something people? We're not afraid if they really come."
"Yes, but they're being followed by a group of infected people!"
Chen Wen Jing closed his eyes, and a voice echoed in his mind.
[Still following? Why are they still following us?]
[We're all crazy! Everyone's gone mad!]
[It's over, we might die this time. Let's hide in the villa, use the house to separate them, and then find a chance to escape.]
Chen Wen Jing exclaimed, "They might break into our house."
An Nuan frowned slightly.
See, you want to lie flat, but someone forces you to work!
Real zombies were relatively harmless; as long as you weren't injured, you wouldn't be infected.
But infected people were different.
The formation and transmission routes of the black spots were still a mystery. An Nuan didn't want them to approach her residence.
Disinfection was troublesome!
"Let's go, up to the platform."
An Nuan took out two sniper rifles from her spatial storage. Although they were meant for shooting clay pigeons, they had decent destructive power. After modification and with her custom-made bullets, they could still achieve headshots.
She and Luo Luo each took one and went to the rooftop with their guns.
The two of them sat on small stools, adjusted their angles.
As expected, they saw eight or nine people swinging their arms and chasing twenty-something cyclists.
"Holy shit, they look exactly like mutated species, so disgusting!"
"Cyclists are pretty impressive at escaping, but if they had a four-wheeled vehicle, they wouldn't be so tired."
"Xiao Nuan, let's have a competition. The loser cleans the floor!"
[Silly Luo Luo, we have a robot vacuum cleaner at home!]
Chen Wen Jing almost burst out laughing upon hearing An Nuan's thoughts.
"Ah!"
A girl at the tail end of the convoy was tackled by an infected person. Immediately, a string of infected individuals rushed forward and beat her to pieces with their bare hands.
[Kill, kill, kill! Kill you thieves, kill!]
Chen Wen Jing felt nauseous hearing the infected people's thoughts.
Their minds were filled only with the desire to kill.
"They're here!"
Bang!
An Nuan fired the first shot.
One infected person fell, followed by a series of others.
The eight or nine infected individuals were quickly eliminated by headshots from An Nuan and Luo Luo.
The cycling team heard the gunshot and looked towards the source of the sound.
[There are people! I'm saved! Go to the villa, someone there will surely help me!]
"Boss, they're thinking of coming into our house."
An Nuan aimed at the lead cyclist and shot out a tire.
The woman on the bike was caught off guard, her chin hit the ground, and she tumbled for seven or eight meters.
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Heaven-chosen laborer, hahaha
Having a meal, 2 more chapters today.