In this country, school buses are practically urban tanks.

Not only are they sturdy and tough, able to collide with any vehicle without fear, but even the tires are bulletproof, that is no joke.

However, even if they saw such a divine artifact now, they could not get their hands on it. Ethan and Wang Hai could only rent a small truck.

They chose to rent because it was cheap and the procedures were simple. Considering that the city would soon descend into chaos, this so-called rental was no different from buying.

Driving around the surrounding blocks, they familiarized themselves with the general terrain and located places like supermarkets. Wang Hai held a map and marker, constantly making notes on the map and in another notebook.

Finally, they went to the supermarket to buy a large amount of bottled water and high-calorie food, then hurried back to their residence before dark.

Besides the two of them, everyone else was waiting in the living room. Hearing a vehicle pull in and seeing the two return in the truck, Zhang Yi and Zhou Shulin immediately ran out to help.

"Eating these in moderation should last for a month."

A small truck cannot carry that much, but it is not insignificant either. If you do not consider nutritional balance and only focus on calorie intake and hydration, it is enough for a few people to last a month.

Considering the tense life about to begin, they might have an occasional good meal to relax, which could lead to shortages. If the situation is good, they can replenish supplies nearby. If the situation is bad, just drinking water should be enough to get through the final days.

While moving things, Zhou Shulin and Zhang Yi also explained the situation with the house. Everyone else, including Chen Peng who had already returned from his trip outside, was aware of these things.

"Like I said before, this house might not withstand a typhoon. Also, if there really are zombies, this is definitely not a safe place."

Not only did the two check every corner, they specifically tested the sturdiness of the walls. The result was not optimistic. The house's defense was very poor.

"Ethan and I looked around. If the situation gets bad, we need to move to relatively sturdy large buildings. The first choice is the two nearby supermarkets because they contain a large amount of survival supplies. The second choice is the library."

"The library?"

"It is spacious enough and structurally sound. It can serve as a stronghold if necessary, but the drawback is there is no food."

"And there are combustibles for heating. We are not dealing with The Day After Tomorrow, are we?"

They fell silent. Wang Hai sighed. "A sudden drop in temperature like The Day After Tomorrow is not impossible for us to encounter. After all, there is information about a coming storm. If the weather forecast in the next few days mentions a temperature drop, we will have to prepare accordingly."

It should be autumn here, with a cool and pleasant climate. Wearing a T-shirt inside and a jacket outside feels just right. If there were a drastic drop in temperature now, probably no one in this city would survive.

"Hopefully, such a terrible situation will not occur."

"Even if it is not like The Day After Tomorrow, a storm bringing a temperature drop is inevitable. Dropping to minus twenty degrees Celsius is enough to make people suffer. Should we prepare warm clothes in advance?"

After finishing moving the supplies, they realized the list of things to prepare was growing. They had thought the initial funds given by the Main God were quite a lot, but now it seemed there would not be much left after buying weapons and clothes.

"Anyway, the preparations seem to be going smoothly."

They sat in the living room, eating vacuum-sealed food to fill their stomachs. Because of the potential zombie crisis, no one dared to use the tap water in the house. None of them could be sure if the virus was transmitted through the water system. Before confirming this, they could only try to use sealed bottled and barrel water and eat vacuum-sealed food.

"Actually, strictly speaking, even this stuff is dangerous. Who knows if some lunatic mixed the virus into daily necessities or vegetables?"

Zhao Ying, who was drinking water, suddenly choked. Fortunately, she took small sips, so nothing serious happened.

"If that were the case, no newcomer could survive this thirty-day trial. The Main God should not arrange such a task."

The latter part was directed at Chen Peng. They knew a bit about the infinite flow genre, but what the real Main God Space was like and the Main God's style of action, they could only ask the veteran.

"Although there are some minor differences from the Main Gods in many novels, there is no doubt about this point. The Main God will not issue tasks that exceed your ability limit."

From this perspective, whether it is a zombie crisis, a beast attack, or extreme weather, it should be within the range ordinary people can withstand.

This made everyone slightly relieved, and after eating, they prepared to rest.

Being tense all day had left these ordinary people extremely fatigued. After eating and completing most of the preparations, their slightly relaxed nerves could not be tightened again. Everyone looked exhausted, as if they could fall asleep at any moment.

At that moment, shouts and running sounds suddenly came from the street, followed immediately by gunshots.

Even a low-caliber pistol has a very significant wake-up effect on a silent night. What is more, the moment the gunshots rang out, the window facing the street in the living room shattered.

"Damn it, I almost forgot about the gang fight."

"Aren't there patrol cars here? Why did the gunfight come here?"

The men immediately dropped to the ground. Zhao Ying, who was stunned, tried to turn and run but was pulled down by Zhang Yi, who then held her head down, repeatedly shouting, "Do not move, lie down. Lie down."

Bullet holes appeared in the fragile walls from time to time. This weak house could not stop bullets at all. If Zhao Ying had run randomly, she might have been hit by stray fire.

"Ah!"

Even so, Zhou Shulin, who was lying on the ground, was grazed on the arm by a stray bullet. His jaw trembled from the pain as he let out a string of curses. Because he spoke in a heavy dialect, no one understood him, but they all guessed it was not anything good.

After cursing for a while, no more bullets flew in. They continued to lie quietly on the ground. Zhou Shulin recovered slightly and grabbed a towel to press against the wound.

"Old Zhou, how are you?"

Perhaps because they had worked together during the day, Zhang Yi and Zhou Shulin had a slightly better rapport.

"Movies are all damn nonsense."

Chen Peng suddenly laughed. He had seen this situation many times and always found it amusing. Many newcomers think being shot is no big deal, but only after taking a bullet do they learn the truth. Even being hit by a small-caliber bullet can cause so much pain that a grown man dares not move.

"Is anyone else injured?"

They looked at each other and confirmed that besides Zhou Shulin being grazed and suffering a minor superficial wound, the rest were fine. Zhao Ying had only bruised herself when she was pulled down, which was nothing serious.

Ethan was not afraid of these stray bullets. At least five had hit him just now. If he were a pure newcomer like the others, he would have been the first to die, unluckily riddled with bullets for no reason.

Now, these stray bullets only left a few inconspicuous holes in his clothes, not even scratching his skin.

"Pack up, take your things, we might be in trouble."

Chen Peng cautiously went to the window, took a quick look outside, then sighed helplessly at his companions.

"What is it? Did the gang take over the block?"

"That would be better. Now the police have the situation under control."

Zhao Ying was completely confused. She did not understand how this was trouble. Wasn't it good that the police had control?

"You forgot we are undocumented."

"Ah."

If the gang controlled this place, as long as they did not provoke them, it would not be much trouble. But now that the police had resolved the issue, they would carry out a series of follow-up procedures. Given that their house was riddled with bullet holes, it would be strange if the police did not come to inquire.

Furthermore, Zhou Shulin was injured and would need to go to the hospital. Without identification, they would face a lot of trouble.

"Why are the gangs here so arrogant? Did not they say gangs would not go too far?"

"They are gangs after all. Would they still care about that in a real shootout?"

While chatting and packing, Ethan also disinfected and bandaged Zhou Shulin's wound. It was not deep, and the bullet had not stayed in his arm, so it was easy to treat.

After finishing, they decided to leave and come back after the police withdrew.

Although the sudden disappearance of everyone from an occupied room after a "disaster" would easily make the police suspicious, given the gang war situation, they probably would not have the energy to focus on these people.

"Where are we going now?"

"When I was familiarizing myself with the area during the day, I found a few places to hide. We will go there and stay for a few days, and get the weapons ready. The next time I encounter these lunatics, I will let them know the consequences of casually shooting at someone's doorstep."

As a veteran, Chen Peng had enough means to deal with a group of thugs even without weapons. He did not act because he had noticed something. Ethan had also been hit by stray bullets, yet seemed perfectly fine.

"This guy, there is really something wrong with him."

Just as he was thinking about finding an opportunity to confront Ethan face-to-face, Zhou Shulin, who was walking behind, suddenly let out an angry roar, followed immediately by the sound of something heavy being smashed. When he turned his head, he saw a figure flying outward.

(To be continued.)