Chapter 142: This Gun Is Yours

Hearing Ye Qing’s words, Su Dai perked up instantly and praised:

“Jiang Yan, Xiao Ye here is this year’s national college martial arts champion, and he’s also a specially recruited national defense student! He’s really impressive!

That capture boxing technique Sun Jingtao taught—he learned it just by watching twice. Not like me, I still can’t remember a single move…”

After she finished, Su Dai shot her husband a look and pouted.

Sun Jingtao, who was busy thinking about how to deal with their enemies, looked up and smiled knowingly, but didn’t say anything.

“Dai-jie, you flatter me,” Ye Qing replied modestly, but his eyes couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Jiang Yan—only to find her sizing him up with a thoughtful expression.

“Jiang Yan, what are you thinking about?” Ye Qing blurted out, then immediately realized he’d probably asked something he shouldn’t have.

“I’m thinking about what to eat tonight,” Jiang Yan replied, withdrawing her gaze and thoughts, brushing off the question with a laugh.

In truth, what she was really considering was: soon, she’d be teaming up with Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing to deal with Ma Longbiao’s gang. What weapons did she have in her space that she could bring out without arousing suspicion?

And more importantly—could she trust Ye Qing?

Trust, both in character and in ability.

He didn’t talk much, knew how to cooperate, could endure and stay calm under pressure, and was quick to act and strong in a fight. He had guts and took responsibility.

That was the impression he’d left on her this afternoon.

As for anything else—nothing yet.

“Ahem, look at me, I almost forgot the most important thing! They say you need to eat well to have the energy to think and work! Since we’re about to face the enemy, why don’t we treat ourselves tonight and have some instant noodles?” Su Dai said, getting up and opening a plastic bag Old Liu had brought.

Inside were exactly six cups of instant noodles.

Before anyone could respond, she was already rattling off the flavors:

“We’ve got mushroom chicken, spicy beef, braised beef, golden broth beef, tomato egg—what do you all want? Pick your flavors, I’ll go boil water and get them ready. By the time you’re done discussing, dinner will be ready.”

“Ladies first, you two pick,” Sun Jingtao said.

He couldn’t help but feel amused: Weren’t they just discussing how to fight the enemy? How did the topic shift to dinner in the blink of an eye?

But his wife had a point, so he didn’t argue.

“I’ll have the braised beef, thanks,” Jiang Yan said.

She’d originally planned to make some spicy shrimp after their discussion, but worried Ma Longbiao’s gang might sneak back in the pouring rain.

Forget it, instant noodles would do for now.

Su Dai chose tomato egg, while Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing picked spicy beef and golden broth beef, respectively.

“Oh, by the way, I found this fire poker in Ma Longbiao’s room downstairs. You guys might find it useful,” Jiang Yan said, handing the thin metal rod to Su Dai.

“Wow, thanks! That’ll be perfect for the stove at home!” Su Dai accepted it happily and went off to boil water.

Only then did Jiang Yan pick up the backpack she’d left on a chair, unzip it, and say, “I found some other things too—maybe you two will like them.”

“Huh?” Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing looked puzzled.

Jiang Yan started taking items out of the bag one by one.

Su Dai, who had just started boiling water, immediately hurried back over, curious when she heard these were supplies found in Ma Longbiao’s room.

On the table were a hand-crank power bank, half a Huazi cigarette, half a box of cigars, half a bottle of Moutai Prince liquor, two bottles of mini Jinjiu, some nylon rope, coffee candies, and mint candies.

Su Dai’s jaw almost hit the floor. She grabbed the hand-crank power bank and exclaimed:

“Heavens! Ma Longbiao really lives in luxury! And this is just what he keeps at a temporary base—imagine what he’s got in that mysterious safe house of his!”

Normally, these supplies wouldn’t be anything special.

But now, being able to smoke and drink—and with decent quality stuff—was a real rarity.

Sun Jingtao gave Jiang Yan an approving look. “As expected, you’re the real professional here, Jiang Yan!”

2904—actually, two other residents had searched that room earlier and told him they hadn’t found anything.

But Jiang Yan had managed to dig up all these treasures.

She’d clearly put in the effort.

After all, she’d even picked up the metal fire poker.

Seeing the mood was just right, Jiang Yan reached into her backpack again—though in reality, she was pulling from her space—and took out a Luger semi-automatic pistol:

“I also found this under Ma Longbiao’s mattress.”

Taking out the gun was a decision Jiang Yan had made after careful consideration.

To do a good job, you need the right tools.

Based on what Dao Yinping had told her about Golden Shield Security, she guessed that Ma Longbiao’s so-called safe house wasn’t just his doing.

He didn’t have enough people to guard so many hostages and supplies.

Most likely, Golden Shield Security had chosen this place as their new base in the apocalypse—just like Xue Shao’s Blaze Base.

Blaze Base was more like a hub for people and supplies, while the safe house was a transit station for all the loot these thugs had gathered from various neighborhoods.

So, their real enemy wasn’t just Ma Longbiao alone.

It could easily be dozens of people.

Maybe she was overthinking it, but she’d rather be cautious than careless—that was always her rule.

After all, once they wiped out Ma Longbiao’s gang, the next step would be to find that safe house.

Facing those thugs was only a matter of time.

As for the weapon, she hadn’t chosen at random.

Most pistols only hold eight or nine rounds.

The one she picked had a higher-capacity magazine—twenty rounds.

Since she’d decided to fight alongside Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing, it made sense to boost their combat power.

She wasn’t worried about their skills.

But having a good weapon would definitely improve their odds.

They still had a shotgun, but its power was best within ten meters.

A pistol, on the other hand, could extend their range to fifty meters.

She had heavier weapons in her space, but there was no good reason to bring those out.

After weighing her options, this was the best choice.

Also, Ye Qing knew guns and had trained in shooting—he could handle himself. Otherwise, Jiang Yan wouldn’t have brought it out.

After all, even the best weapon is useless—or even dangerous—in the hands of someone who doesn’t know how to use it.

Ye Qing: “?!”

Sun Jingtao: “?!”

This time, it was their turn for their jaws to drop.

Both of them swallowed hard.

A gun?

A real gun!

What man wouldn’t be excited?

Su Dai wasn’t tempted, but her mouth still formed a big “O” of surprise.

“Ye Qing, since you know how to shoot, this gun is yours,” Jiang Yan said, handing the black pistol straight to Ye Qing."