Indeed, in the left pocket of Allen's shirt, she found the crumpled envelope with a corner stained with blood.

She carefully put it away and searched Allen's neck.

She found his military ID, pulled it off, and placed it on his body.

Other than these two items, Allen had nothing else.

She saw the K14EBR semi-automatic sniper rifle lying quietly beside him.

This might be the only thing that belonged to him other than his clothes and equipment.

Long Feipeng tidied up Allen's clothes and helped him put on the combat vest.

Then, he placed the K14EBR in his hand.

This was the most solemn thing Long Feipeng could do for him.

After packing up, Long Feipeng carried his 200 and planned to return to the police station for reinforcements.

But at that moment, a dazzling beam of light fell from the sky.

It accurately hit the police station building. The war-torn building finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed.

With the collapse of the police station, the sporadic gunshots stopped.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Long Feipeng, who was more than 300 meters away from the police station.

The entire battlefield returned to peace, as if mourning for all the souls that died in the war.

Long Feipeng knew that this was the fatal blow from Planet Sabi's invasion mothership.

No one could stop this terrifying force. Richard and his men were probably done for.

At that moment, the sound of a ship's whistle came from the sky.

It seemed to be announcing that the aliens had finally won the war.

Long Feipeng had the heart to rush up and fight to the death with this group of scum.

But reason stopped him, because he had more important things to do.

With tears in his eyes, Long Feipeng carried the 200 and turned to leave.

Before he left, he didn't forget to look back at Allen, who was sitting on the edge of the ruins with his sniper rifle. He was so calm and serene.

Long Feipeng crossed a few blocks to the north and came to the side of a relatively well-preserved residential building.

The first floor was filled with shops that sold all sorts of things, but apart from a few that were tightly shut, the rest had all been plundered.

Long Feipeng felt very hungry after the battle, so he went to a Chinese restaurant called Xingwang Restaurant.

The door of the Chinese restaurant was also closed.

However, an ordinary shutter door couldn't stop Long Feipeng. He reached for the crowbar.

Ten minutes later, the door opened.

Long Feipeng put down the crowbar and pulled out his P7A3 submachine gun. He then carefully walked in.

The Chinese restaurant was not big. There were a few tables and stools in the hall, and the kitchen was behind the bar.

"Is anyone there?

Is anyone here? "Long Feipeng shouted as he moved towards the kitchen.

The restaurant was still quiet. Long Feipeng came to the kitchen and saw all kinds of kitchenware neatly stacked.

There were six to seven stoves, and some of the pots still had food, but they were not flipped.

It was obvious that the people in the restaurant did not panic when they retreated.

After searching and confirming that there was no one in the restaurant, Long Feipeng put the submachine gun next to the chopping board.

Then he began to look for ingredients to make himself a good meal.

There were not many ingredients that could be used in the kitchen, only a few carrots, potatoes, and some canned food.

Long Feipeng took out a bottle of purified water from the storage room, opened it one by one, and poured the water into the pot.

He unscrewed the gas tank and lit it up, preparing to use the available ingredients to make a thick soup for himself.

While the water was boiling, Long Feipeng ran to the front hall and pulled down the shutter door from the inside. He did not want to be disturbed while he was eating.

After processing the carrots and potatoes, the water was boiled, and the ingredients and seasonings were put in. All that was left was to wait patiently.

Sitting on a stool in the kitchen, Long Feipeng took out a few empty 408 magazines.

He took out some scattered ammunition from his leg bag, and then pressed them in one by one.

At this time, a muffled metal sound suddenly came from the other side of the kitchen, startling Long Feipeng.

Long Feipeng quickly put down the things in his hand, picked up the submachine gun, and carefully walked to the other side.

Other than a closed door of the restaurant's cold storage, Long Feipeng did not find anything.

"Who?

Who is there?

I see you! "Long Feipeng shouted, bluffing.

But after a long time, there was still no movement.

'Did I hear wrong?' Just as Long Feipeng was hesitating, the sound came again.

This time, Long Feipeng locked on the source of the sound, it was in the cold storage.

Long Feipeng held the gun in one hand and opened the valve of the cold storage door with the other hand vigilantly.

He reached out and pulled, the door of the cold storage was opened, and a stench accompanied by a chill came out.

The stench almost made Long Feipeng vomit, but before he could react.

A black shadow pounced on him, shouting, "Today, I, Lord Fatty, will kill you!"

Long Feipeng was caught off guard and fell to the ground, the submachine gun in his hand also flew out. From the corner of his eye, Long Feipeng saw that the opponent was a Fatso wearing a chef's uniform.

"I'll kill you, son of a b * tch." After saying that, the Fatso swung his fist at Long Feipeng.

"Wait, wait!" Long Feipeng shouted.

Hearing Long Feipeng's voice, the Fatso was obviously stunned, and the fist that was swung stopped.

"You're from Hua Xia?" The Fatso looked at Long Feipeng in disbelief.

Long Feipeng nodded and said, "Yes, you're also from Hua Xia?"

After hearing that, the Fatso was stunned for a moment, and then he cried, "My ancestors bless me, I finally met my family."

The Fatso helped Long Feipeng up while crying.

Long Feipeng was obviously confused by the scene, but he was vigilant and picked up the submachine gun as soon as he got up.

"Don't move. Who are you?

Are you the chef of this restaurant? "

The Fatso obviously didn't expect that Long Feipeng would suddenly make such a move. He raised his hand instinctively and said, "I, I'm not a bad person. You're right, I'm the chef here. My name is Du Weijie, and others call me Fatso."

After confirming the other party's identity, Long Feipeng put away the submachine gun, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "My name is Long Feipeng, nice to meet you."

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, but when he saw Fatso's dirty hands, he retracted it.

"I say, Fatso, why are you in the cold storage?" Long Feipeng asked as he pulled a chair over and sat down.

The Fatso slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, don't mention it. There was an earthquake yesterday, so I hid in the cold storage. Who knew that there would be gunshots everywhere later? I thought that the United States was in a riot again.

I hid in the cold storage and didn't dare to come out. "

"This morning, the gunshots had died down, so I wanted to come out and see what was going on, but I didn't expect that the key was gone. Tell me, isn't it muddy?"

"But then again, it's all thanks to you, Brother Long. Otherwise, my more than 100 pounds would have been buried together with the salted fish pancakes in the cold storage."