When Lu Yu, who was fully armed and covered with tight bodies, appeared at the door of Sim's house, Sim's wife first raised the gun alertly, then seemed to realize everything and put down the gun.

"You saved us?"

She showed gratitude and respect in her eyes, trying to calm her tone.

Lu Yu has never been a dragging person. He handed over the first aid kit in his hand and pointed to Frank who was already unconscious: "How is his situation now?

I only have ordinary first aid kits and antibiotics here. Do any of you understand medical skills?”

Although Sim was not injured, his struggle outside had exhausted his strength. He was sitting on the ground leaning against the sofa next to the stove and swallowing a piece of bread.

His wife hurriedly held Jenny, who was still in a panic, and said to Lu Yu: "Jenny was originally a nurse in the hospital, so there should be no problem with suturing Frank's trauma."

Lu Yu walked up to Frank and looked at his wound. Perhaps because of the stove baking, the wound that had frozen and stopped bleeding began to seep out again.

"So quickly, his intestines are about to fall out. If you don't deal with it quickly, I'm afraid the situation will be worse."

Seeing that Jenny had not come to her senses, Lu Yu said coldly: "Look at your husband and children!

I didn't take action because of charity! I just didn't want to put the apartment in danger.

No one is obliged to be responsible for you, either me or their family.

If even your husband can’t be treated, will your family become a burden?

In such a doomsday environment, what burden means, please think clearly!”

Sim's wife felt that Lu Yu's words were too heavy, but after calming down for a while, she still didn't refute Lu Yu.

She held Jenny, but felt that Jenny, who was originally nervous and lost, was gradually calming down.

Finally, after shaking, Jenny held back the tears in her eyes and asked, "What's in the first aid kit? Let me take a look."

Sim's wife hurriedly handed her the first aid kit.

It seemed that there was enough things inside, and Jenny began to treat her husband's wounds with the help of Sim's wife.

The coma Frank began to whine under the stimulation of the drug. This was a good sign, indicating that his vitality had not yet passed.

Lu Yu didn't care about him. At this time, his mind was constantly monitoring the movements observed by the monitoring ball to prevent any accidents.

He came to the window and it was already dark.

After this, the black-clothed militants temporarily retreated, and the survivors who were blocked in the building began to appear in the snow and ice again.

It seems that many survivors insist that walking south can bring about vitality.

Lu Yu couldn't care about the life and death of those guys, but said to Sim who had recovered a little while, "I'm afraid you can't help but rest."

The news that happened today has exposed our apartment, and I have reason to think that we will face a more serious threat.

Now the defense of the apartment must be improved as soon as possible, otherwise if air leakage occurs on all sides, someone may break into the apartment at any time."

"I agree with you, but we have too few people, and ~"

Sim wanted to express his own opinions, but Lu Yu interrupted him: "We are the only ones left in the apartment building, and all the supplies in the other apartments can be used.

Remove the door panels, wood and other things, and seal the passages and windows at the bottom of the apartment.

Well, I don’t think you have much food to store, and you can store all the food you can find.

The most important thing is to survive these long and cold days.”

Sim was silent for a moment, nodded and stood up.

He looked at Frank's situation, and Jenny and Sim's wife were carefully sewing the wound for him.

"Where do you think we should start?"

Lu Yu's previous decisive move has already made Sim feel respect for him, and he decided to ask him what he thought before taking action.

Lu Yu glanced at Sim's two children: "You are good at it, these two children should be yours."

Take them with you, no one can enjoy everything safely on this bad day.

I haven't moved the apartment below the 20th floor, you can start as soon as possible."

After thinking about it, Lu Yu asked again: "How many weapons and ammunition do you have?"

Sim showed his submachine gun and pistol, and pointed to a rifle next to the windowsill: "A submachine gun, a pistol and an old-fashioned rifle, and Frank's shotgun.

We didn’t have many bullets, and when we were outside I knocked out most of my submachine gun bullets.”

Lu Yu directly asked about the ammunition model of these guns and agreed to meet outside this apartment in half an hour.

The floor where the Sim's house is located is already close to the height of the flooded apartment building.

Lu Yu planned to seal the lower part of the apartment with them.

When he returned home, Lu Yu found more than 200 pistol bullets for Sim. This type of ammunition can be used both on his submachine gun and on his pistol.

Lu Yu also prepared dozens of rounds of other types of ammunition, and also made them a bolt-action rifle with a scope.

But the most important thing is to bring some high-performance boards to ensure bulletproof of key parts of the lower part of the apartment.

When Lu Yu returned to Sim's house with guns, ammunition and a stack of plates, Sim and his two children had not returned yet.

But Frank's wound has been treated and is undergoing a drip.

Sim's wife held Frank's son, while Jenny was anxiously guarding her husband.

When the two saw Lu Yu coming back, Sim's wife hurried over to greet him, while Jenny was a little hesitant.

Lu Yu didn't care about this difference in reaction, he was willing to get help from others by helping each other.

But he is not a leader, nor a saint.

He is not good at dealing with complex interpersonal relationships. Instead of taking care of everyone's feelings at this time, it is better to always plan the worst, such as killing the guy who is dragging his back with force.

"How is Frank?" Lu Yu asked while unloading the goods.

Sim's wife hurriedly replied: "He looks a little weak, we are giving him anti-inflammatory drugs, and hope he can survive.

Originally, he was also doing it for his child, who had a genetic disease and needed a special drug treatment.”

She seemed to have keenly noticed Lu Yu's impression of the Frank family, hoping to make Lu Yu feel a little relieved through her own explanation.

But Lu Yu didn't care about this at all, saying: "Apart from those militants, the threat we are being subject to is more terrifying than we thought.

Since his situation has stabilized, you'd better start to get busy."
Chapter completed!