Chapter 117: Is That a Toy Gun?

An Nan looked at Chu Peipei, who had the expression of someone ready to die, and couldn’t help but feel moved.

Ever since her mother passed away, she had always been the one protecting others—she’d never seen anyone risk their life to protect her.

The way Chu Peipei looked, as if to say “Anyone who wants to hurt An Nan has to step over my dead body first,” made An Nan’s heart burn with warmth.

She didn’t even know An Nan had a gun, yet she was still willing to make this kind of plan. Clearly, she valued An Nan’s life above her own.

It’s in times of crisis that you see people’s true hearts.

To have met friends like Chu Peipei and Zhao Ping’an in this second life—An Nan felt it was all worth it.

Seeing Chu Peipei standing guard at the door, tense and ready, An Nan turned back into the house and took out a submachine gun and an assault rifle from her space.

After thinking for a moment, she also grabbed two bulletproof vests and riot helmets.

The enemy had guns too, and while theirs weren’t as good as hers, it was better to be safe.

After checking her gear—attack and defense both maxed out—An Nan finally stepped out of her home, fully equipped.

Chu Peipei, who was standing outside on high alert, stared in disbelief at the pile of equipment in An Nan’s hands, her mouth agape.

“N-Nan Nan! Th-this is...”

Seeing Chu Peipei so flustered she could barely speak, An Nan chuckled softly. “If you’re going to fight alongside me, you’ll need a decent weapon, right?”

With that, she tossed the Uzi submachine gun to her.

An Nan had thought it through: the submachine gun was smaller and lighter than the rifle, and since Chu Peipei had never used a real gun before, it would be easier for her to handle.

As Chu Peipei caught the gun, a wave of unreality washed over her.

Given An Nan’s personality, she definitely wouldn’t be joking at a time like this.

So... this was a real gun?!

This was China! How could she be holding a firearm in her hands?!

She’d just been bragging about protecting An Nan, but now it was clear she’d lucked into a golden ticket!

Excited, she started examining the submachine gun.

An Nan, worried she might hurt herself, quickly explained how to use it.

Chu Peipei was smart and picked it up right away, though she still lacked practical experience.

With a weapon in her hands, all her fear vanished, replaced by a strange sense of excitement.

Downstairs.

After hearing Sun Peng out, Er Kui put down his gun with interest. “Tell me in detail—who has supplies? Make it clear and maybe I’ll spare your life.”

Sun Peng immediately told him about the large stockpiles on the 14th and 15th floors.

But he didn’t mention An Nan’s terrifying combat skills, only vaguely said that their doors were booby-trapped and impossible to break into.

Privately, he hoped An Nan would keep up her usual performance and wipe out these thugs!

But he knew, deep down, that with over a hundred people here, both in numbers and strength, this was a whole different level from the neighbors before.

Even with a gun, he couldn’t beat them—An Nan was probably in real danger this time.

Still, that crazy woman could at least take out a few, and Zhao Ping’an’s traps could knock out some more.

If luck was on his side and the leader died, maybe he could even get his gun back.

But Er Kui wasn’t stupid.

He stared at Sun Peng thoughtfully.

If there were so many supplies upstairs, and this guy had swept the whole complex with a gun, why would he leave just those people alone because of a little trap?

He grabbed a few of Sun Peng’s former lackeys.

“You lot, tell me exactly what’s going on with those people. If you do a good job, you can go home. If not...”

He menaced them with his gun.

The lackeys, terrified, immediately spilled everything that had happened in the complex, leaving nothing out.

After listening, Er Kui raised his eyebrows. “You’ve got characters like that in your building?”

He turned and, looking annoyed, punched Sun Peng, then, in one swift motion, chopped off his arm.

“Ahhh—!!”

Sun Peng screamed, blood spurting from his stump as he writhed on the ground in agony.

Er Kui snorted coldly. “Trying to play tricks on me?”

Then he waved at the lackeys. “You did well. Go home! And remember to pay your grain taxes on time!”

With that, he had his men release them.

He then glanced disdainfully at Sun Peng, still rolling on the ground.

“This sneaky bastard—let him die in pain. When he stops breathing, cut off his head and hang it in the complex as a warning!”

The lackeys, drenched in cold sweat, bowed gratefully to Er Kui and scrambled home.

Er Kui, meanwhile, looked up with interest at the tightly closed windows of the 14th floor.

The murderous An Nan, the trap genius Zhao Ping’an, and a medically skilled Chu Peipei...

Not a bad team!

They really could rule the complex.

But today, running into him—well, that was just their bad luck!

A wicked smile curled on Er Kui’s lips. “Brothers! The chainsaw maniac is up there—are you scared?”

“No way!!”

“Good! Then let’s bring her back and let the brothers have a taste of this little firecracker!”

“Bring her back! Bring her back!”

These guys, having taken down Sun Peng and his gun with their bare hands, were riding high and feeling cocky.

A chainsaw? So what!

There were nearly two hundred of them—how much could she cut through?

Traps? So what!

They’d just break down the door and see how he could use his traps then.

At their boss’s command, the first team of over fifty men charged into the building.

“Charge!!”

“Go, go!!”

The building was cramped, so too many people at once would just get in each other’s way.

So the first team of fifty went in to scout the situation.

Meanwhile, fully equipped, An Nan and Chu Peipei heard the shouts from below and exchanged a glance.

“Let’s go meet them!”

An Nan had no intention of fighting on the 14th floor.

All those corpses rotting at her doorstep? Who’d want to clean that up?

So, she locked up with Chu Peipei and headed downstairs.

The two groups met on the 8th floor.

The thugs were charging up, only to suddenly see two women coming down—bundled up in bulletproof vests and riot helmets, each holding a gun...

The squad leader of the first team was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! These must be the two chicks from the 14th floor, right? What, no more chainsaws? Switched to toy guns now?”

He laughed wildly, not taking their weapons seriously at all.

In his mind, there was no way anyone in a Chinese apartment building would be strutting around with a real submachine gun.

His first reaction was that these two were just bluffing with some imitation guns.

He looked them up and down in their full gear and sneered, “Brothers, these two chicks must be into cosplay! Let’s catch them and have some fun!”

The men behind him all grinned lewdly."