Chapter 22 The First to Strike Is the Strongest, the Last to Strike Will Suffer

"Bang!"

"Eighty!"

Feng Yunshan swung the crowbar and smashed it hard.

He saw that the "glass" immediately dented a large piece inside.

He was shocked, but also happy.

He was shocked that this thing was not glass at all.

He was happy that this thing seemed very fragile and could be broken by hitting it hard a few times.

The flesh on Feng Yunshan's face was shaking, although he was fully armed and only showed a pair of eyes.

But the temperature of nearly 50 degrees below zero was not a lie.

His eyebrows and eyelashes were already covered with frost, and his vision was a little blurry, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

If tears or water droplets were rubbed out, they would immediately freeze into ice.

"Damn, the temperature is getting lower and lower."

"I heard that the lowest temperature will reach minus 70 degrees."

"Damn it, aren't we human beings? We can leave when we want and leave when we want?"

"I don't care, I'll make my own living."

"I'll smash it!"

"Eighty! Eighty!..."

Feng Yunshan swung the crowbar and smashed it hard at the original landing point.

After smashing it more than ten times in a row, he was dressed like a brown bear, and his movements were restricted. He was already exhausted and panting.

He couldn't feel cold anymore, and he started sweating all over.

Reaching out and touching the "glass", Feng Yunshan cursed directly.

"Fuck you!"

"What the hell is this thing?"

"I smashed it faster than it recovered, I'll do it!"

Feng Yunshan cursed viciously, and then continued to smash it hard a few times.

His palms were sore from the shock, and his forearms began to cramp.

Feng Yunshan cursed and decided not to smash it. He jumped up and stood on the edge of the window sill.

He took out a small hammer from his pocket and aimed at a small crack.

This time he didn't plan to use a big hammer to smash it. He chose to use a small hammer to find the crack and see if he could pry off the "glass".

Unfortunately, he didn't get what he wanted. When Zhou Xun was decorating, he deliberately left this material twice as big.

Unless Feng Yunshan could demolish the entire wall, this thing couldn't be taken down.

Besides, even after it was taken down, there was still a layer of steel plate several tens of centimeters thick waiting for him behind it.

Zhou Xun looked at Feng Yunshan who was "grunting" and trying hard to find the crack. He couldn't help but suspect that this guy must have done decoration before he became rich.

He raised the Zhuge Crossbow, turned on the night vision goggles, and aimed at his eyes.

However, the target of the eyes was too small, and Zhou Xun's accuracy was too poor. After aiming for a long time, he still didn't press the trigger.

In fact, even if Zhou Xun fired all his arrows in a row, he could still shoot Feng Yunshan's eyes out even if he didn't aim well.

But this was too boring.

He would die sooner or later anyway, so it would be better to keep him alive and let him come over to fight with me from time to time.

Otherwise, I would be the only one left in the end, and that would be so boring.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xun changed his target.

This time he aimed at Feng Yunshan's raised buttocks.

This part has a large area, so there is no need to find any accuracy at all, just shoot arrows and crossbows casually.

Just as he was about to shoot, Zhou Xun suddenly thought of something.

He quickly pulled out the crossbow arrow, ran quickly to the bedroom, and placed the arrowhead on the burning charcoal.

In just a moment, the arrowhead burned red.

After reloading the crossbow arrow, Zhou Xun quickly returned to the top floor.

String, aim, and fire, all in one go.

"Burn my ass!"

The bowstring made a sound of breaking through the air, and the sharp crossbow arrow with a red light shot directly at the left half of Feng Yunshan's buttocks.

It was just a little bit away from hitting the center of the bull's eye.

Unfortunately, Feng Yunshan was wearing quite thick clothes, which effectively prevented the penetration of the crossbow.

It is estimated that only one arrow was shot in.

But this was enough for him to bear.

Feng Yunshan let out a miserable howl and stretched out his hand to pull out the crossbow arrow.

Then he squatted down and sat in the snow pit.

There was no pain on his face, but some pleasure.

Under the moonlight, it was a bit creepy.

A puff of white smoke came out from behind him, and Feng Yunshan's face looked extremely hideous in the smoke, like a demon.

He was indeed a figure who had been in the underworld.

After shouting that one time, he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything again.

And quickly locked Zhou Xun's position, and the two looked at each other.

Feng Yunshan didn't say anything, turned around and rolled, hiding behind a broken tree.

Then, he was seen covering his buttocks, walking in an S-shaped pace, and running towards his villa.

Zhou Xun didn't continue to refill the arrows, the reason was very simple.

He wanted Feng Yunshan to live a little longer and play with him.

After all, if he really wanted his life just now, Zhou Xun had a million ways.

But if he started killing now, what would those enemies do to hide from him in the future.

After all, Zhou Xun still enjoyed the pleasure of playing the pig and eating the tiger.

Feng Yunshan, who escaped back to his villa, leaned against the door with cold sweat.

To be honest, the supplies in his villa were still very sufficient, at least it was no problem to support him and his son for half a year.

But he was a man who had been in the underworld after all.

He knew the principle of striking first and then suffering.

In troubled times, people have to be ruthless.

But he missed this time, chose a wrong target, and hurt himself instead.

Just now, Zhou Xun had a chance to kill him, but he didn't dare to kill him.

This made Feng Yunshan suspect that Zhou Xun probably didn't know that they were in the end of the world.

It was a coincidence that he got this news.

After his wife divorced him, she settled in the island country and sent him a message a few days ago.

The island government has made the news public and started a large number of immigrants.

However, it did not succeed. Most of the ships carrying people capsized in the sea.

Before his death, his wife sent him the last message, asking him to take good care of their son.

Once a man has concerns, he will be timid.

Feng Yunshan is no exception. Although his son is a fool, he gradually withdrew from the world after he had a son.

Feng Yunshan took off his clothes and simply cleaned the wound.

The wound from the crossbow arrow was not a problem, but Zhou Xun was so vicious that he burned the arrow head into a branding iron.

This burn is difficult to treat. If it is not treated as soon as possible, the wound will be difficult to heal.

Feng Yunshan took out his phone and sent a message to the homeowners group.

"Who has spare burn ointment at home?"

"My son accidentally burned his hand."

"I'm willing to pay a high price for it."

The message was sent, but no one replied.

Burn ointment is originally an uncommon medicine, and ordinary people don't have it at home.

What's more, nowadays, there is a shortage of supplies, and many people rely on shaking to keep warm. Charcoal fire is something that only exists in dreams.

Many residents now eat compressed biscuits and snow balls to get by.

Everything that can be burned is burned, and there is nothing else to burn.

Now someone in Feng Yunshan's family is burned. Where can he go to seek justice?

Many residents are more dissatisfied with these rich and powerful people.