Chapter 53 This Gun is Just a Simulation

Chapter 53 This Gun is Just a Simulation

"Meng Ci!"

Seeing that Meng Ci hadn't noticed the knife behind him, Shen Que kicked the person in front of him away and stretched out his hand to block it.

Although his arm was injured, the attacker was also cut by Shen Que.

"Are you okay?" Meng Ci shielded Shen Que behind him.

"I'm fine."

Because he was wearing thick clothing, Shen Que's arm wasn't seriously hurt.

Now that Shen Que was injured, continuing the fight would be disadvantageous for them.

"Stop!" Meng Ci shouted coldly.

These people, seeing what Meng Ci held, were frightened and raised their hands immediately.

"Drop your weapons!"

Deng Yang saw his men obediently starting to drop their weapons.

How could this be allowed? If they really dropped their weapons, how would they survive!

Moreover, these two were so ruthless; they would surely deal harshly with him.

"Don't let him scare you!"

"This is where we are; how could he easily get a gun."

"It must be just to scare you. If you really drop your weapons, you'll fall into his trap."

Everyone thought about it and found Deng Yang's words convincing.

The country strictly controls firearms; how could an ordinary citizen obtain a handgun?

Thus, they all stopped dropping their weapons and even became angry at being intimidated by Meng Ci.

"Scare you? Fake? Try it if you dare!" Meng Ci sneered coldly.

Without showing them the true power of this gun, they wouldn't give up.

Meng Ci moved the gun towards Deng Yang and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

Deng Yang fell to his knees, hurriedly touching his ears and head, confirming there were no wounds before swallowing hard and standing up.

"Do you still think it's fake?" Meng Ci asked.

"No, no, it's not fake!"

"Big brother, spare my life, spare my life! I won't dare to cause trouble for you again!"

Deng Yang immediately begged for mercy and then started shifting the blame.

"It was her, she incited me to come here!"

"Big brothers, I have nothing to do with this." Deng Yang dragged Li Ping forward.

"She said you had a lot of food and started stockpiling before the storm!"

"She also said your territory is safe and urged me to come and claim it."

"Big brother, I won't dare to come again."

Meng Ci nodded. "Alright, since you say she incited you, I believe you."

"I can spare you all!"

Hearing this, the few of them felt relieved.

"Big brothers, we'll do anything you ask, we promise to complete it!" Deng Yang flattered.

"First, clean up this place."

"Secondly!" Meng Ci pointed the gun at Li Ping, "I don't want her to live past tomorrow."

"If she does, you needn't live either!"

This woman had repeatedly caused trouble for them and had just injured Shen Que with a knife; she couldn't be left alive.

Li Ping, unwilling, tried to rush at Meng Ci but was quickly restrained by two men.

"You heartless beasts, I won't let you off even if I become a ghost."

"You killed my husband first, why are you still alive?"

"Why haven't you died yet?"

Deng Yang slapped Li Ping, and the others quickly covered her mouth.

"Big brother, rest assured, I guarantee she won't live through tonight."

Satisfied, Meng Ci took Shen Que back to the house.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep. Meng Ci took out alcohol, cotton swabs, and bandages from the first aid kit, disinfected the wound, and wrapped it up.

"Next time something like this happens, don't shield me!"

Shen Que didn't agree. "It's fine; I'm tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, so it doesn't hurt at all."

Meng Ci pursed his lips, looking worried.

They had initially agreed not to get entangled with each other, but now things were getting more complicated.

And what did he mean by being tough-skinned? Was Meng Ci supposed to be delicate?

He was a man too and didn’t need protection from others.

Shen Que noticed the gun Meng Ci had carelessly left on the sofa. "You should keep that gun properly; you might accidentally discharge it."

When the topic turned to the gun, Meng Ci became excited.

"This one is fake!"

When buying firearms and ammunition in M country, Meng Ci asked the bald, tattooed man if he had any realistic imitation guns that could pass as real.

The man recommended this one, and indeed, its weight and sound were just like a real gun.

The only difference was that it couldn't fire bullets.

Of course, the price wasn't comparable to an ordinary toy gun; it cost seven figures.

Deng Yang and the others were probably scared by Meng Ci and didn't check for bullet holes behind them.

Initially, Meng Ci wanted to use a real gun, but then he remembered that the army would be delivering food the next day.

If these people reported him, he wouldn't be able to explain it, so he chose this imitation gun instead.

Hearing this, Shen Que picked up the gun and weighed it in his hand. Its weight and craftsmanship were indeed very realistic.

Meng Ci didn't dwell on the matter and saw the small hot pot on the table, sighing.

"Among the things Zhang Mingtian brought yesterday, there were two packets of hot pot seasoning."

"I thought about inviting you over today to cook a hot pot together."

"But now that you're injured, you definitely can't eat it."

Shen Que placed the gun on the coffee table and shook his head. "It's okay; I can eat it."

"But your wound can't handle spicy food," Meng Ci said seriously.

"One meal won't make a difference," Shen Que insisted.

Since Shen Que insisted, Meng Ci didn't refuse. If the wound didn't heal quickly later, it wouldn't be his own suffering.

So he happily started preparing the dishes.

There were medicines in the space; later, he would give Shen Que a box of anti-inflammatory pills to take regularly, which might not affect him much.

He picked some greens from the flower pot, washed them, and put them in a bowl.

He sliced potatoes and lotus roots, and halved some cabbages.

The wide noodles they found in the supermarket before were taken out to be eaten.

Ah!

There was still so much meat in the space, but since he was eating with Shen Que, it wasn't appropriate to bring it out.

He would have to wait until he was eating alone to enjoy them.

"Here!" Shen Que placed a bag on the counter.

Meng Ci didn't refuse and opened it, his eyes lighting up.

"How did you get this meat?"

Inside the bag were two packs of lamb slices, a piece of pork, and half a bag of hot pot balls.

"I bought them earlier and kept them frozen in the freezer," Shen Que explained.

Meng Ci nodded, knowing that Shen Que had a generator connected to the freezer, which kept the meat from spoiling.

It would take some time to thaw, so Meng Ci soaked the pork in cold water while the meatballs and lamb slices could go directly into the pot.

He fried the hot pot seasoning and boiled water on the gas stove before transferring it to the alcohol stove.

Placing it on the dining table, he lit the solid alcohol block underneath.

Meng Ci didn't let Shen Que help and quickly brought out the dishes.

Fortunately, Shen Que's injury was on his left hand, which didn't affect eating.

But cooking might be a bit troublesome.

After all, it was because of saving him that Meng Ci decided he would be responsible for Shen Que and cook for him until his injury healed.