Stolen Kisses, Fire and Ice, Xiaochi's house.

After about a quarter of an hour, the gunfire subsided.

After being dangled like headless flies for such a long time, the new humans were gradually coming around, each exasperated and helpless.

Their reliance on the AI makes them strangers to this primal confrontation, and the loss of the light source calls the Neo-humans right back into the same predicament they were in the night of Armageddon.

The laser gun's power reserve is quickly depleted, the former police captain Shu Wenqing, who was good at using various old weapons, is absent and unable to take command, and the automatic aiming device has been interfered with by some kind of signal, so the laser gun's function is directly degraded into a portable flashlight.

The current police captain shook the communicator in his hand, "Can anyone else hear me? Hello? Speak up!"

A certain ex-pop star's staccato song came from the wrong end of the frequency communicator.

"Fuck!"

He bumped the communicator along and lifted the flashlight, a powerful light breaking through the fog and sweeping across one of the cages in the bleachers.

The interior was empty, and the slaves had apparently escaped.

Seeing this, he became more and more angry and raised his voice an octave, yelling at the muffled sound of the communicator: "Hello? Hello? Where is everybody? Is there anyone who can breathe?"

Suddenly, a warm body from the back of the ghost-like stick up.

Gu Xinzhi pressed against his side and whispered kindly, "Yes. But it requires your cooperation."

At the end of his sentence, he skillfully wrapped the belt of the gun that the other man was carrying over his right shoulder around his throat, crossed his arms, and turned around and carried the man on his back.

The captain's collar bone was instantly destroyed, but the new human's extreme ability to recover allowed him to fall deeper into a horrible choking sensation every now and then.

This choking sensation made him mad, and he took his elbow and pounded the waist and abdomen of the assailant, hitting the flesh every time with a loud thud, but the other party did not even realize the pain, did not hide, did not avoid, and did not even let out a pained intake of breath.

Is ...... also a new human?

Thinking that his opponent might be a fellow Neo-human, the captain fell into despair, frantically clawing at his neck, making a blood-soaked scratch on his flesh.

Ding Qiuyun picked up the communicator he had dropped on the ground and shook it twice over the rustling sound of telecommunications while saying to Gu Xinzhi, "Don't torture people. If you want to kill him, give him a quick death."

Gu Xinzhi replied with silence, dragging the near-crazed man toward the end of an alley.

With the 061 in place, the communicator, which had been rendered non-functional, immediately docked successfully.

A team member's voice came out from within the public channel, only distorted by the noise.

"Team ......"

"Captain, have you ...... seen it yet?"

"Should ...... we ...... still fight? There's not enough ...... in the gun."

Inside the neighboring alley, the captain also seemed to have heard the commotion over here and couldn't help but let out a dying whimper in an attempt to attract the team's attention.

Ding Qiuyun covered his communicator and gave a "shhh" into the alley.

All sound in the alley was then cut off in an instant.

Confirming that there were no more side voices interfering, Ding Qiuyun then naturally answered, "Cease fire for the time being, gather in front of the East Plaza, and gather all the people together before determining what to do next."

The sound of the airwaves was extremely easy to make one's voice go out of shape, and none of the dozens of headless flies in the channel became wary, each answering yes before hanging up their comms and collectively making their way to the East Plaza.

Ding Qiuyun reached for the pencil in his pocket and pressed the "eraser" at the end: "Lanlan, tell Shu Wenqing to time it right and close the circle on my command."

Inside the alley, Gu Xinzhi, however, failed to follow Ding Qiuyun's instructions and really give the enemy a hard time.

Gu Xinzhi hated the Neo-humans. Because when he sees any of them, he thinks of how they caused him to lose Ding Qiuyun, first his person and now his heart.

But he promised Ding Qiuyun that he could not hang people's heads off again, at least not in front of Ding Qiuyun.

So Gu Xinzhi continued to strangle the other man by the neck uninterruptedly, while at the same time coming up to the other man's ear and speaking to him in a very small, affectionate voice:

"Isn't it sad, especially wanting to die."

"Seriously, I'd love to give you a pain in the ass, but you have to earn that kind of pain."

And as he spoke, he guided the man on the verge of madness to a broken water pipe, and pointing his eyes to the rusty, sharp break, he gently prompted him, "Come on, give yourself a break."

Soon, he drilled out of the alley with the man's gun on his back, and realizing that Ding Qiuyun was actually still standing at the same place waiting for him, he pursed his lips and greeted him quite happily.

Ding Qiuyun asked him, "Is it settled?"

"I didn't kill him." Gu Xinzhi said in as tame a tone as possible, "He killed himself."

Ding Qiuyun let out a laugh and turned around without commenting.

Gu Xinzhi followed, "Team Ding doesn't believe me."

Ding Qiuyun asked rhetorically, "Does Lieutenant Valley think he's worth trusting?"

Gu Xinzhi thought hard, smiled reluctantly, and handed Ding Qiuyun the scavenged guns and flashbangs.

Ding Qiuyun was not courteous to him and accepted everything.

Gu Xinzhi looked at the side of Ding Qiuyun's face, his gaze too soft for words, hid his bloodstained hand behind his back, and with his hands behind his back, he followed behind Mr. Ding Qiuyun in a student-like manner.

The fog had dampened Ding Qiuyun's hair, and Gu Xinzhi was tempted to touch the dew-stained hair on his forehead, but his fingers moved for a while and then retracted.

The figures of the two of them moved forward and back, once again blending into the fog.

After striking a deal with Shu Wenqing, Ding Qiuyun improvised his plan, but he had no intention of joining the New Humanity's internal firefight.

He wouldn't let his team get involved in Shu Wenqing's troubles for the sake of whimsy. It's fine to fight on the periphery, but he would never send his team members to risk their lives in the center of the conflict.

Moreover, their previous battle had already helped Shu Wenqing consume enough ammunition from their opponents to be considered merciful, and the main purpose of their trip was still those slaves.

Guns are a rare commodity in the end of days. Even if a Neo-human who came to buy slaves, such as the member of the supply team who wanted to buy Gu Xinzhi, had a gun, he would only keep it for his own protection, or at most to take two slaves while the chaos was going on, and would never waste his precious bullets on maintaining the internal security of the slavery town.

The old humans in the South and North Vaults have been rescued, some drove off in slave wagons and chose to pair off to find their loved ones, most chose to go with them; the East Vault is in the process of taking a headcount and will have the results soon.

The trouble now was to watch out for cold shots from the townspeople who kept slaves as a way of making a living.

When Ding Qiuyun arrived at the East Depot, one of his teammates had a gunshot wound, and was leaning against a truck tire while his teammates patched him up.

His shoulder was drilled with a few small holes from the iron grit, a flesh wound, but because of the shortage of post-apocalyptic medicine, no injury should be underestimated.

Ding Qiuyun checked the condition of the injured, then turned back and asked, "Who hit him?"

Numerous silent and angry gazes were directed at the East Vault caretaker, who was tied up in a corner.

...... That's an old human.

The man sensed that the situation was not right and hurried: "I surrender! I surrender! You can't kill me--"

Ding Qiuyun takes a decisive shot to the shoulder.

The pleas for mercy were replaced by screams.

Ding Qiuyun made no further move, not to take his life or to continue torturing him, but to direct another person to move his companion to the car, ordering that he be given medication for the pain and inflammation, and then, after weighing a still-hot Browning, he turned and slipped his hand into the pocket of Gu Xinzhi's pants.

The sensation of his thighs being touched caused Gu Xinzhi to let out a low "hiss" and then laugh, "When did ...... find out?"

Ding Qiuyun touched out five or six bullets, took his thumb in his palm and pushed them into the chamber one by one: "You just robbed three people's weapons, all of them are the same batch of pistols, robbed them without using them, and only took the bullets ......"

Said Ding Qiuyun, pushing the loaded magazine back into place and moistening his lower lip with his tongue, "Don't worry, there are plenty of bullets within range."

Gu Xinzhi gazed at Ding Qiuyun with what could be described as fascination, his hands shaking a little with excitement, but he forced himself to twist his hands behind his back and take small, deep breaths in an attempt to control his emotions.

The banging and gunfire had stopped on the East Plaza side by the time we emerged from the East Vault.

When Ding Qiuyun passed, there was a line of New Humans in chains in the square, as well as a few Old Humans who were working for the Tiger, one of whom happened to be the same one that Ding Qiuyun had seen banging on the cages and threatening the slaves on the stage earlier.

His face was full of snot and tears frozen into ice, his shoulders twitching dramatically, and he looked miserable as hell.

Shu Wenqing cleared the neighborhood and returned to view the captives, raising a slight eyebrow when he spotted the man.

Her henchman kicked the man in the back, his face ugly as hell, "Team Shu, we got the man back for you."

Shu Wenqing said, "Thank you," in polite fashion.

After a few lines of conversation, Ding Qiuyun guessed the true identity of this man.

After seeing the person in front of him, the man immediately cried out in pain, kneeing forward and rubbing his face against Shu Wenqing's knee, "Wenqing, listen to my explanation. I want to, I want to live--"

Shu Wenqing reached out and cupped the back of his neck, squeezing it twice and whispering as if coaxing a child, "Okay, okay. I know."

The man, as if saved, tilted his face up to look at his former lover.

Shu Wenqing turned to Yan Lanlan, who had been following her and was now also still probing, and said, "Turn around, little girl, and close your eyes."

Yan Lanlan is a bit more human-skinned, but she is good at listening, and is especially sensitive to such commanding words - she has been trained by Ding Qiuyun.

She quickly turned her head and dutifully closed her eyes.

"You don't have to explain to me." Shu Wenqing lowered his head and gripped his hair, taking two steps back before spreading his hands, "My friends are down there, take your time and go explain to them."

Saying that, she gripped the firewood knife behind her back with her left hand and swung it out flat, cleanly, with a single cut to break her throat.

She moved so quickly that the light of hope in the man's eyes hadn't faded when he collapsed with blood spurting from his throat.

It was the most just death Shu Wenqing could think of under the restraint of his emotions.

She swung the blood-stained firewood knife in a single motion, spilling a line of blood, and turned around with the knife, her eyes flickering to realize that there was still blood splattered on the back of Yan Lanlan's neck.

She took a few steps forward towards where Ding Qiuyun stood, casually wiping a bit of blood from the back of her neck for her as she passed by Yan Lanlan.

Yan Lanlan, oblivious to the fact that she was stroking her like a puppy, rubbed his neck in a bit of a daze.

Ding Qiuyun had already made all the preparations, and after meeting Shu Wenqing, he took the initiative to throw her the general loudspeaker used to notify her of specific matters, which had been installed in various places throughout the city.

As soon as she took it, her gaze was directed at the captives, and her voice didn't fluctuate as she said to those who were cowering in the darkness of the night in the residential area, with their ears perked up to listen to the movements, "Listen to everyone in the city, tomorrow we will start counting weapons, all cages will be smashed, and anyone who still wants to do the slave business, or anyone who thinks that the new human beings are superior to the old human beings, will leave the town on their own by six o'clock in the morning, in the evening of the day after tomorrow," she added, "I'm not sure what you think. Please leave town on your own. This is not an exchange, this is not a place of business, this is the world of men, and I will not cede it to brutes who insult and sell their kind."

...... And she never goes soft on killing animals.

There was silence in all directions, no one echoed her, and Shu Wenqing didn't think anything of it, tossing the megaphone to the men behind her and saying to Ding Qiuyun, "Team Ding, can you leave some people to help me?"

Ding Qiuyun agreed, "But before you deal with the people, I suggest you deal with the real beasts first."

With that, he turned his face into the shadows.

A black panther slowly paced out from between the shadows, a dying hound in its mouth.

Ding Qiuyun strokes the top of the panther's head with one hand as a sign of encouragement.

The leopard put down his prey and gently held his forehead against Ding Qiuyun's palm, his tongue licking his fingertips, watching the crowd in amazement.

It was Shu Wenqing who reacted the fastest and immediately realized his mistake:

The city kept a full forty adult hounds on duty in shifts, mainly for guarding the gates and punishing disobedient slaves. Their staple food is weak old humans, and during the commotion just now, the hounds on duty should have scattered and hid in the dark parts of the city, watching the tigers fight.

...... If they are not dealt with in a timely manner they are feared to bleed into infinity.

Shu Wenqing quickly focused his eyes on the leopard that had put down its hound and was gracefully licking the tips of its paws, and then back to Ding Qiuyun.

Ding Qiuyun, of course, knew what she wanted to say, squatted down, gathered the black panther's head with both hands, gently tugged on his ears, and whispered in his ear, "Boss, pay attention to safety. Get the dirty stuff cleaned up and come back to give you good food."

As if the black panther understood his words, he let out a low whistle and leapt, disappearing between the buildings.

Ding Qiuyun stayed here for three more days, during which time he called someone back to the town to report his safety, so that Ding's father, Ding's mother, and the others could feel at ease.

Yan Lanlan was surprised to learn that not many people in the town had chosen to leave.

Faced with Yan Lanlan's doubts, Ding Qiuyun poured a little home-brewed fruit wine to warm himself up and said, "People are very adaptable creatures. If you make him a human trafficker, he will survive; if you make him earn his own grain, he will complain and survive. Even if you let him be a living dead man, he can become a skilled laborer after two years of work. People are just looking for a stable place to stay, and when they return home, there is still a light waiting at home, that's enough."

He jutted his chin at Shu Wenqing, "The truly adventurous ones, natch, are busy there."

After all, Yan Lanlan was young, and was aroused by Ding Qiuyu's words, running upside down to Shu Wenqing's side.

Shu Wenqing has just sent away a group of newly formed hunting team, with three newcomers, two experienced old men, so that they can go out to search for supplies, hunting and foraging, and the other group of physical fitness is not too high, they are responsible for going to the once planned but has been abandoned for more than a year on the land, sowing new seeds, setting up plastic tarpaulins, and making all the preparations for farming.

As soon as she looked up she saw Yan Lanlan, and a little smile was added to the corner of her mouth, "Little girl?"

"I'm not small." Yan Lanlan gave the customary protest and rubbed his hands together, "Can I help you?"

"Uh-huh." Shu Wenqing pulled her down against his side, "Stay with me."

Yan Lanlan gave an "ah," but sat obediently, feeling cool and soft on her, hugging her out of habit, and furtively introducing himself with extreme pride, "I'm strong on fire."

Shu Wenqing, half a pencil in hand, drew a flat line under the plan in front of him, "Well, it feels right."

Yan Lanlan warmed her elbow with his palm, "What am I going to do? Just sit with you."

Shu Wenqing pushed the drawing in front of her, "Look, is there anything that can be improved."

Yan Lanlan took the pen and observed the data on the paper, subconsciously opening her mouth and biting the tip of the pen for a moment to mark a few points to set the automatic sprinklers, and when she realized it wasn't her own, she became embarrassed, "Oops, your pen."

Shu Wenqing took the pen and gently swept the end of his finger over the teeth marks that had fallen on it, "It's okay, the teeth are quite straight."

She spoke in a cool, serious tone, and even when she joked, she had an air of cold humor. Yan Lanlan laughed and continued to climb on top of her to draw with her.

Shu Wenqing drew down his head, his slightly longer curls falling from in front of his ears, "What's your favorite place to go in that town of yours?"

Yan Lanlan narrowed his eyes, "You're trying to get information out of me. You want to know what's going on in our town?"

Shu Wenqing was frank: "Uh-huh."

Since Shu Wenqing is honest, Yan Lanlan also responds with honesty: "My favorite place to go is my home. I built my house with my own hands, and I made the bed myself."

Shu Wenqing quipped, "That's awesome."

Yan Lanlan cocked his tail quite proudly, "Of course."

Shu Wenqing turned the drawing over and simply sketched out the shape of a room, "Like this?"

She was good at drawing military maps, so her lines were simple and clear, and with a few random strokes, she sketched out what an army bed would look like.

Yan Lanlan Oops, took the pen, added a lot of trivial into: "This. ...... Here's a cymbidium orchid that Team Ding got for me, it's very expensive. And here's a bookshelf, I made it myself, three tiers, for magazines and books. And here ......"

Ding Qiuyun watched them for a moment and turned back to the private tent set up in the square.

It was only when he lifted the tent curtain that he really changed from Ding Qiuyun back to Chi Xiaochi.

Last night a few people took advantage of the chaos to take the private arm, want to kill Shu Wenqing, restoration of the slave town, happened to be found by the night patrol, the two sides fighting, Chi Xiaochi out to watch the battle, the arm unlucky enough to be a stray bullet grazed a little bit, the injury is not serious, is injured blood vessels, the bleeding looks a little big, stop it on the good.

After the incident, Gu Xinzhi took the survivors away to who knows where and has not returned until now.

The injuries were not serious, but that did not mean there was no trouble. Chi Xiaochi had been running a low-grade fever and chills since the latter part of the night, and was exhausted from the effects of the fruit wine, wanting nothing more than to find a warm place to sleep.

The low fever was extraordinarily abrasive, he curled up into his sleeping bag and still winced from the cold, 061 didn't dare to raise his temperature, and after some hesitation, he could only let his boss open the top of the tent and burrow in.

When Chi Xiaochi saw his boss, he hugged him with tears in his eyes, just as the Korean Armani did when he saw the volunteers.

The boss seemed to know that he was not feeling well, and obediently got down on the side of his sleeping bag, pressing the tip of his nose lightly against Chi Xiaochi's forehead, and Chi Xiaochi reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed himself against him, warming him to the point of peace.

061 Talking and chatting with him aimlessly, the purpose was also to test his mental condition at times: "Just now I heard you say that you want to have a home, what does that home look like?"

"I have a home." Chi Xiaochi buried her face in the soft hair on her boss's chest and muttered in a daze, "I have many houses, the biggest one is on the beach, almost a thousand square meters. It's enough to support one boss. ...... Right, I have to go back quickly, I can't cheapen that real estate agent. It's been so long, the house must have gone up in price."

061 had no choice but to rub the tip of his nose against his burning face.

Chi Xiaochi grunted and rubbed back defiantly.

Somehow, 061 looked at the confused Chi Xiaochi with his eyes, but in his heart, he thought of the past teenager who had won a scholarship for three whole years in high school.

He always felt that Chi Xiaochi's life path was not going so right.

Chi Xiaochi proved to be the right choice for an actor at a time when he had a more orthodox and stable future in the eyes of the world.

He went into modeling at a young age, pushed his way into the industry, and in the end even gave up on college, why.

061 coaxed Chi Xiaochi and asked softly, "How did you ever want to be a model in the first place."

He had asked Chi Xiaochi this question before, but Chi Xiaochi had always dismissed it with "Mr. Six, you must want to hit on me if you're asking about my privacy," so he had never been able to get that answer.

As he waited, Chi Xiaochi lifted her eyes, which had little spirit, and answered honestly, "I'm good-looking."

061: "......" Ha.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, good looking, good looking, best looking in the world.

Chi Xiaochi added, "I want more money."

This is true, Chi Xiaochi should have made a lot of money in this business.061 made up a lot of Chi Xiaochi's early videos, he has been a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, tall figure since he was a child, and his temperament is cold, and when he pokes at the stage, he attracts people's eyes very much.

...... Just 16 year olds, what do you need all that money for.

After hearing 061's question, Chi Xiaochi comfortably arched toward the boss's neck fur, "I didn't join the industry at 16, I joined when I was 14. I went to model live clothing for other people's stores, I'm tall and lied to people that I was 16, I just didn't have an ID card, and they all believed me."

Feverish Chi Xiaochi has a childish wittiness and innocence, blinking his eyes, his eyelashes are like sweeping on 061 heart, causing his heart to itch and burn.

He asked, "Why?"

Chi Xiaochi said without thinking, "Because I'm going to rent an apartment."

061: "Hmm? What house?"

Chi Xiaochi softly said, "If I don't rent the house, Lou's sister-in-law is going to take away all of Lou's things. If I rent it, the stuff is mine and won't be thrown away."

061: "......"

There seemed to be countless fragments in his mind, rushing through his body, as if he had actually witnessed something with his own eyes, but when he thought about it, the only thing left in his mind was blank.

But the sour and warm emotions were real.

A long time passed before he found his voice, "Xiaochi?"

However Chi Xiaochi had fallen asleep with his arm around his boss, warm air currents puffing over the panther's ears, his dark hair wet and his breathing slightly heavier, blowing that soft ear fluff down in one fell swoop.

A few moments later, the leopard's waist that Chi Xiaochi was cradling turned into a thin waist that she could wrap most of her arms around.

061 looked down at the man in his arms, his animal ears and gray-blue pupils unfaded, and he cupped his face, discreetly dropping a kiss on his damp forehead hair.

Chi Xiaochi's person is like a bright fire in an ice box, leaping and flickering, brightly shining, but touching it, it is always cold, separated by a layer, but 061 just wants to take this box of fire into his arms and warm it carefully.

He carefully touched Chi Xiaochi's right eye with his lips, and Chi Xiaochi's mental body was touched and seemed to feel something.

"Mr. Six ......" he closed his eyes and tightened his embrace, and whispered again, "Lou ......"

061 was slightly stunned.

Is he calling himself? Or is he confusing himself with Lou Ying?

He froze for a long moment, and by the time he realized there seemed to be someone standing in the doorway, it was too late.

Gu Xinzhi, who had always walked silently, ruffled the tent with the sheath of his bloodied dagger and called out, "Qiuyun."

It was too late to transform back into his panther body, so 061 had to put his ears away and turn his head to look at his visitor.

Gu Xinzhi froze at the sight of the strange man in a tight embrace with "Ding Qiuyun".

061 stroked the ear of the young man in his arms twice, as he usually did when jerking his boss's ear, then put his index finger to his lips and gently "shushed" Gu Xinzhi.