HBWnovel Chapter 3 Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 3 Equivalent Exchange
Even after finishing the last bit of condiment residue at the bottom of the enamel mug, Xu Si still couldn't forget it.
He was neither full nor satisfied, but there was nothing he could do. He only had one pack of instant noodles left, and he hoped to have something better tomorrow.
The remaining supplies can't be eaten either; if they don't die, they'll have to be saved for later.
As for the enamel mug, it doesn't even need washing; he's already licked it clean.
He folded and put away the instant noodle bag. Since there was no tent, he could only sit on the electric scooter and rest by leaning on the front of the vehicle.
Fortunately, although it is already November, the weather is unusually warm, so he doesn't need to worry about keeping warm, which makes him much more comfortable.
This also allowed many more survivors to live.
He couldn't help but think about his future path. He was only eighteen, and he couldn't afford to live a life of aimlessness.
He must find a way to awaken the extraordinary sequence as soon as possible.
Without the strength, let alone finding my sister, I might not even make it out alive if I enter that supply depot tomorrow.
We must make some gains in that town tomorrow.
Otherwise, if you fall behind, no one will lend a helping hand.
He closed his eyes, and his mind gradually relaxed, and the camp gradually quieted down, but he did not fall asleep.
In the apocalypse, if you're not careful, you might lose your head without even knowing who did it.
Time passed slowly, and the moonlight, filtered through the thin mist, cast a pale glow, making the dilapidated road and the unknown wasteland on both sides appear even more eerie.
In the dead of night, when everyone was exhausted, Xu Si heard extremely faint footsteps on gravel.
The crunching sound of stepping on a plastic bottle was particularly jarring in the camp; it was the warning he had scattered around, afraid he would fall into a deep sleep, and it had worked.
coming.
Xu Si, who was resting on his arm, opened his bloodshot eyes.
He didn't expect that the adulterous couple would be able to hold back so soon.
Even if they killed themselves, they wouldn't be able to stay in the convoy anymore. I really don't know what's wrong with their brains.
That's fine, it's good to send them on their way ahead of time.
He sneered inwardly, maintaining his feigned sleep, while the paper cutter he always held in his right hand slowly extended its blade, the icy touch instantly invigorating him.
The strange noise made the approaching footsteps pause for a moment, but perhaps seeing that their target showed no signs of waking up, the footsteps became bolder.
"Kid, sleeping soundly, huh?" A burly man's low voice laced with a sinister laugh; it was the flower-necked guy.
Indeed, after such a long journey, no one's spirit is made of iron, and the sound of snoring had long since filled the camp.
Xu Si could hear the snoring of the tough guy on the school bus, in particular.
"You'd better watch your step in your next life."
A gust of wind struck the back of Xu Si's head; it was a steel pipe, something Xu Si had anticipated.
Xu Si suddenly turned his head, and his experience in street fighting, accumulated since childhood, came in handy at this moment.
He rolled off the car and landed on the ground, his right hand flashing out a paper cutter without hesitation!
"Ah—!" The burly man with the flowery neck screamed as a deep gash was slashed across his right wrist, exposing the bone, and the steel pipe fell to the ground.
"Damn it!" Xu Si cursed himself. He hadn't cooked for a long time and his skills had become rusty.
He aimed the knife at the thickest artery in the strong man's neck.
He had never used it before the apocalypse; once unleashed, it would pulverize him to pieces. But now it's the apocalypse.
As a result, it was too dark and the strong man blocked his way, which is why he lost his shot.
I definitely won't do it again next time.
The burly man with the flowered neck never expected that this seemingly frail young man would react so swiftly and ruthlessly.
"Damn it!" The burly man was both shocked and furious. He didn't even have time to cover his wound with his left hand before he had to pick up the steel pipe on the ground. Without a weapon, he couldn't fight at all.
Xu Si was not about to let him have his way. He stepped onto the steel pipe and began kneeing him in the process.
The knee slammed into the burly man's chin, the crisp sound of bones cracking particularly jarring in the quiet night.
The burly man grunted, his massive body staggering backward. At the same time, Xu Si swung the paper cutter in his hand again, this time aiming straight for the man's throat without the slightest hesitation.
In a life-or-death moment, the burly man with the flowery neck displayed an astonishing will to survive, attempting to grab the blade with his injured right hand!
However, the knee strike he just received still had a significant impact on him.
The paper cutter sliced straight across his neck.
The burly man with the flowery neck's pupils dilated instantly as he stared at Xu Si in disbelief.
He opened his mouth, but could only let out a "hoarse" sound as warm liquid gushed from his neck, staining Xu Si's knife-wielding hand red.
Xu Si watched him fall expressionlessly; his body twitched a few times before coming to a stop moving.
[Purify the filthy souls of humans, Purification Points +100]
Xu Si was taken aback, but remained calm. He quickly squatted down, wiped the paper cutter clean on the burly man's clothes, and then began to loot the spoils.
His movements were so practiced, it was as if it were his first time.
A steel pipe, a half-empty pack of cigarettes, a metal lighter—that's all there was.
Sure enough, we're all broke.
"Help! Murder!"
The screams woke everyone in the camp. In fact, many people had been awakened when the two were fighting, but no one had gotten involved.
I almost forgot, there's also this slut.
"Someone's killing me! Help! Help!" The young woman saw Xu Si walking towards her with a knife and immediately went towards the leader of the men.
The survivors in the camp did not stop Xu Si from seeking revenge, nor did they stop the young woman from escaping. Instead, they commented on the car headlights as they swayed.
"She didn't kill you!" Fu Xiaojian said, looking at Xu Si as the back door of the Mengshi opened.
His meaning was clear: the burly man with the flowery neck wanted to kill Xu Si, and Xu Si killed him in return; it was perfectly reasonable, and the exchange of equal value was fair.
However, since the young woman did not make a move, he could not make a move either. As for the rest of the convoy, it was up to him.
"That's fair," Xu Si said after thinking for a moment, then wiped the last trace of blood off the paper cutter on his trouser leg and put it back in his pocket.
Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaojian was very happy, feeling that the two shared the same ideals.
The young woman, however, refused.
"Fair? Where is the fairness! He killed Big Bear! He just wanted some food, he didn't deserve to die! Captain Fu, you have to stand up for us!"
She lunged at the Mengshi vehicle, trying to grab Fu Xiaojian's sleeve, but the old butler stepped forward and kicked her away.
Fu Xiaojian frowned slightly, clearly displeased by the young woman's chatter and approach.
"He made a move, failed, and paid the price. It's fair."
"But the price is his life!" the young woman continued to argue.
"Or, do you want to have an 'equivalent exchange' with him now?" Fu Xiaojian glanced at her, his tone indifferent.
The young woman fell silent instantly, her face turning deathly pale, and she said no more.
"Then this is mine, right?" Xu Si said, pointing to the burly man with the flowery neck.
"This is mine, are you going to take it or not?" Perhaps because she had managed to control Fu Xiaojian's temper, the young woman did not back down.
According to the order of succession, the young woman and the burly man were indeed closer, so Fu Xiaojian did not respond.
Xu Si's gaze narrowed slightly. If this young woman was gone, then she was an unclaimed possession.
Unclaimed items are first-come, first-served; this is also a rule of the caravan.