Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1233 - 613_3

Chapter 1233: Chapter 613_3

Talking about these people, they didn’t resemble the characters on TV at all; instead of everyone wearing the same black suit with sunglasses, as if they had the word ’cool’ written across their faces—they dressed in a variety of outfits. If they scattered, you really wouldn’t be able to tell they were together.

It was a relief indeed; otherwise, it would’ve been a waste of good clothes!

What happened next was just as the shop owner and that young man had seen, as simple as eating and drinking.

After dealing with the few in the courtyard, the trench coat-clad figure waved his hand at them, "There were two more at the back door; they’ve been taken care of. Now hurry up and leave!"

The shop owner, trying to maintain his composure, calmly asked, "Comrade, thank you. May I ask who you are...?"

Of course, it was a comrade; in this foreign land, who else would mercilessly wipe out a group of hostile forces to save their lives, if not a comrade?

This question seemed to stun the trench coat hero for a moment. After thinking for a bit, he spoke with a voice that was deliberately husky, "No need to thank me, just call me Lei Feng!"

Lei... Feng...

"Uh..." The shop owner, despite having weathered great storms and even in the face of death, could remain calm. But upon hearing this response, he opened and closed his mouth, unable to utter a word.

Seeing the shop owner at a loss, the trench coat figure gestured and continued in that raspy voice, "It’s nothing. I’m leaving now, and you should, too! The girl at the front has fainted; don’t forget to take her with you..."

As he was about to leave, he saw the shop owner stagger and then collapse limply to the ground.

At that moment, the young man who had been at the window managed to get there just in time to support the shop owner’s body, and he called out anxiously, "What’s wrong with you?"

The shop owner could still speak, "I’ve been shot twice... I’m okay, quickly go to the front and bring the people... go..."

Having been shot twice with tranquilizer darts and still holding out for so long was no small feat. Once he finished speaking, he completely lost consciousness.

The trench coat figure, who had been about to leave, realized he couldn’t just walk away, "How will you carry two unconscious people with you?"

The young man wasn’t averse to new ideas; seizing the opportunity, he requested, "There’s a car in the back; could you please help move them to the car? I’ll drive them away..."

The trench coat figure nodded, "Okay."

At this moment, bodies littered both the shop and the courtyard; it was truly no place to linger.

The young man laid the shop owner flat on the ground and didn’t forget to check on those who had fallen in the courtyard, to see if they had stopped breathing.

Seeing him do this, the trench coat figure waited until he had checked two of them before saying, "There’s no need to check each one; not one is alive. There are two more inside the shop, two at the back door; if we don’t leave now, once these bodies are discovered, it will be impossible to escape..."

Hearing this, the young man hurried back to the front, and soon after, several sounds of locking doors were heard.

Then, he came out holding the young lady.

As the young man emerged, the trench coat figure bent over to help the shop owner up, "Lead the way!"

The shop owner had chosen this location for its convenience; behind it was a small alley where a fairly new, commonly seen street car was parked.

The two unconscious people were placed in the car, and the young man, seeing the trench coat figure standing there, couldn’t help asking, "Aren’t you coming with us?"

The trench coat figure seemed to be lost in thought. Hearing the question, he suddenly came to his senses and asked in return, "This place, we won’t be able to come back to in the future, right? Should we set it on fire?"

"Definitely not coming back." The young man, not knowing the true identity of the trench coat figure and not daring to divulge too much, nor where he would go, just quietly reminded him. "Starting a fire would draw attention; could it impact our ability to leave?"

"Can I set the fire a bit later? So you can get a bit further away?" the man in the trench coat said.

"..." The young man didn’t understand why the man in the trench coat was so adamant about setting the fire, and at that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to argue. He could only say, "Just, watch out for yourself... Oh, can I get a way to contact you..."

"No need!" the man in the trench coat waved his hand. "Just go already... Like I said, I am Lei Feng!"

Lei... Feng...

These two words floated across the young man’s mind, suddenly dissipating any desire he had to continue the question.

Alright then!

There were still two unconscious people in the vehicle, and he really didn’t have more time to waste; he got in the car, gave a wave, and drove off.

Watching the car leave, the man in the trench coat closed the door again and entered the small courtyard.

After looking around, he expressed dissatisfaction with where the store owner lived: "Still using such an outdated TV, and the furniture isn’t any better, so stingy even after going abroad..."

He deemed the other room unsuitable to enter, as it belonged to the young girl of the house.

It was only when he entered the front store that the trench coat clad figure chuckled, "So much stuff here, even if it’s not worth much, can’t leave it for those bastards here, better to take it all!"

With that, he began to act, and where he went, most things, other than the shelves, vanished in an instant.

With such incredible skills, apart from Yan Fei, Hero Yan, who else could the man in the trench coat be?

At that moment, Boss Yan was like a shopper browsing a store, picking and choosing around the small shop, muttering, "This is nice, I’ll take it back for the little brother to play with. These are usable, can’t leave them... These aren’t very useful, but they should be quite valuable..."

In reality, this was just a typical local convenience store, filled with everyday items. From slippers to hats, from shampoo to daily-use tools, to children’s toys and groceries—it really had everything...

Originally, Yan Fei had planned to take everything, leaving not a trace behind. But then he thought, even if a great fire burned through, it couldn’t possibly eliminate all traces without a sign, so reluctantly, he had to pick and choose, ’heartbrokenly’ leaving behind quite a few things.

However, upon further thought, Comrade Lei Feng used to help people selflessly, without expecting anything in return. He had given a small hand and in return, gotten his hands on the contents of a small convenience store, which was quite the bargain in retrospect...

Once he had selected enough items and looked at the empty shelves, glancing at the time and feeling that the young man should be far enough away, he then gathered some flammable and explosive items together, adding some kindling he brought from the dinosaur world, piling them up.

Then he piled up the corpses too, sprinkled them with some gasoline, set a fire, and walked away.

The source of the gasoline was simple: he had acquired a substantial amount for major construction in the past, but many of the machines ran on diesel, so this gasoline was seldom used and plenty remained—it was perfect for arson and murder...

The fire had only just started and the thick smoke hadn’t yet billowed out when it seemed like fireworks had been set off inside it, with loud bangs erupting...

Household items are indeed highly flammable and explosive; products like perfume, mousse, hair dye, lighters, air fresheners, insecticides, and so on, are actually considered hazardous. Once they catch fire, they burn ferociously, one outdoing the other...

Actually, burning corpses can explode too, but... let’s not talk about that!

Then the whole area burst into activity; the fire truck arrived quite quickly, but the flames spread faster. The flames were now painting half the sky red, casting a ruddy glow on everything around in tandem with the western twilight—except for those nearby stores, which were no longer just reflecting red, but bursting with fire.

Xiaohei, the little black bird, circled twice in the sky, very pleased with the blaze below...

Now all the traces should be burned away, right?