028 They Have Guns-Ela entende a língua dos animais e faz todos os buchas de canhão mudarem seu destino e matarem como loucos.(Qiqi não lhe falta açúcar.)

Shen Shiwei crouched down to examine the young man’s condition. "Hmm... he has a fever. What medicine works fastest?"

The girl looked bewildered. "I... I’m not a medical student, I have no idea." She thought for a moment and added, "Anti-inflammatories? Would anti-inflammatory medication be useful?"

Wei Qing walked over and reached out to touch the boy’s forehead; it was indeed burning hot.

"Do you have acetaminophen? Ibuprofen would also work."

"I’ll have to look," Shen Shiwei said. She thrust her hand into her backpack to search, though in reality, she was scouring her spatial storage for the medication. Moments later, she pulled the pills out of her bag.

The girl took them, quickly opened the packaging, woke the groggy boy, and helped him swallow the capsules with water. Once the medicine was down, the boy drifted back into a deep sleep.

The girl thanked them profusely, "Thank you both, thank you..."

Shen Shiwei desperately wanted to say that as long as they didn’t go crazy and open the door to let the zombies in, that would be thanks enough.

Song Yingjun pressed against the door gap to check the situation outside. Waves of zombies were wandering the street. While the number didn’t seem overwhelming at a glance, their shadows were visible everywhere, leaving no room to escape.

"Captain, we really can’t leave for the time being."

The burly man interjected, "What’s the rush? The food supply here is enough to last us all for at least ten days."

Shen Shiwei walked over to the break area and sat on a high stool. She took a bottle of mineral water from her bag, took a few sips, and then slumped onto the table to sleep.

The burly man cast a meaningful, appraising look at Shen Shiwei’s slender back. Leaning against a shelf, he exchanged a glance with the tall, thin man beside him. Both men chuckled.

Lu Sui walked over to the female clerk and asked, "Do you have a storage room in the back?"

The clerk nodded. "Yes. It’s about twenty square meters."

"Does it have a back exit?"

"No, not even a window."

"I see. Thank you."

The only exit now was the front door of the convenience store. But the street outside was filled with zombies pacing tirelessly back and forth. A breakthrough point had to be found.

Lu Sui went to the break area and sat down next to Shen Shiwei. He took out a sheet of paper and a pen, and began to sketch on the tabletop.

Soon, he had drawn a rough map, marking the areas with the highest density of zombies.

Just as Lu Sui turned, he saw that Shen Shiwei had woken up at some point and was resting her chin on her arms, watching him intently.

Lu Sui gave her a fleeting glance before standing up to join Song Yingjun, spreading the map out to discuss escape strategies.

Feeling ignored, Shen Shiwei straightened up, pulled out a sheet of sketch paper and a pencil, and began to doodle as well. As she drew, she muttered softly to herself.

The burly man and his companion couldn't sit still for long. The burly man scanned the room, then, feigning boredom, he walked around with his hands behind his back until he naturally ended up beside Shen Shiwei.

He leaned down, intentionally getting uncomfortably close, and asked, "What are you..."

Shen Shiwei immediately stood up and moved away, waving the paper in front of her nose with a look of disgust. "Mister, why are you getting so close? Don't you realize you have bad breath?"

Her words were blunt, showing no regard for his feelings.

The burly man’s face darkened, but he didn't snap immediately. Instead, he curled his lips into a smile. "You must have smelled wrong. My friends have never told me I have bad breath."

"They're just humoring you, don't you know that?" Shen Shiwei muttered. "Even if you aren't anyone important."

"Don't push it!" the burly man snapped, his true feelings spilling out. "Do you think you’re so high and mighty just because you’re tagging along with a few men?"

"Watch your mouth!" Shen Heng stepped in front of Shen Shiwei. "Is all you low-lives can do is spout filth?"

The burly man’s face dropped instantly. Rolling up his sleeves, he sneered, "Heh, you’d better recognize the reality of the situation. This is the apocalypse; power is everything. I—"

"What do you think you're doing?"

Lu Sui approached at a leisurely pace. He looked at the burly man with cold, detached eyes, his mere presence radiating a pressure that made it difficult for the man to speak.

The burly man narrowed his eyes. "I just want to tell you that this is my turf. If I’m unhappy, I can make you get out whenever I want."

Lu Sui replied, "Who gave you permission to divide territory here? Let me warn you: this place and these supplies do not belong to you alone."

The burly man made a move to strike, but Zhou Bao grabbed him and whispered in his ear, "Don't do it—they’re soldiers!"

The burly man looked dissatisfied and seemed about to say something more, but was silenced by a sharp, warning look from Zhou Bao.

"We shouldn't have opened the door earlier."

With that, the two men retreated to the other side of the store, whispering to each other against the shelves.

Zhou Bao murmured, "I saw it earlier. Both of those soldiers are carrying guns."

"Guns?" The burly man’s eyes lit up. He glanced intentionally at Lu Sui’s waist and said with suppressed excitement, "Let’s get our hands on them."

Zhou Bao replied, "How about tonight? Once they’re asleep, we’ll steal them."

The burly man agreed readily, "Done!"

Lu Sui looked at Shen Shiwei, his voice cold. "You need to restrain your temper."

"Why should I?" Shen Shiwei frowned, lifting her chin. "I don't know how, and I don't intend to."

Lu Sui’s gaze shifted downward, landing on the drawing in her hand, which depicted two small figures. He reached out and snatched it away.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Shen Shiwei tried to grab it back, but Lu Sui blocked her with one hand while holding the paper aloft with the other to take a look.

It was a chibi-style sketch. A little girl with long curly hair, wearing a dress, was clutching her stomach in laughter, her foot planted firmly on a little boy in military-green tactical gear who was lying on the ground.

Shen Shiwei stood on her tiptoes, straining to snatch the paper back.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Shen Shiwei immediately crumpled the paper into a ball and clutched it in her hand.

"What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about."

Lu Sui asked, "The people in the drawing—one is you, and one is me?"

Shen Shiwei retorted, "There’s no prototype; I was just doodling. Besides, even if you are a soldier, you can't just snatch someone else's drawings to look at. That’s my privacy!"

She stood with her hands on her hips, speaking with complete righteousness.

Lu Sui pressed his lips together and said only, "Don't provoke those two. Sometimes, we won't be able to protect you fully."

Shen Shiwei was unfazed, raising an eyebrow. "I have my brother and Wei Qing here. What do I have to be afraid of?"