The pen tip kept stroking, and Link wrote short comments on the booklet.

To facilitate the revision of the information book and commentary, Delia sat next to him.

The notes written by Link were clearly visible, all of which were the same keywords as his questions - weapons, food, medicines, and daily necessities.

After the introduction was finished, she saw him writing down his address and life on a sticky note, and she was a little worried: "That Link, you... don't want to do anything to them, right?"

Link paused and looked at her quietly.

Delia was uneasy and couldn't help but move her body out: "What, I'm just a little worried..."

Link suddenly smiled and reached out and pressed his hand on her knees: "Since we are in a community, of course we need to determine the specific situation of the residents. You don't know, many communities in Chicago have organized joint defense teams to prevent the thugs from rushing in and robbing and killing people?"

Delia was stunned and murmured: "That's it."

"Link is right. I have contacted many classmates. There are many people robbed in their houses, and several people have died." A voice suddenly rang not far away.

Link and Delia turned their heads and saw Camilla standing outside the bedroom passage.

This girl... feels much more courageous than her stepmother. Link muttered in her heart and waved to her: "Since you wake up, let's come together."

After a while, he held the list in his hand and signaled: "Let's drive out together and check the status of neighbors in the community in turn. The more than ten companies on this first page are the key points. They have abundant supplies, and everyone may need to trade with each other in the future."

Delia widened her eyes: "Ah? We're going too?"

But Camilla nodded vigorously without hesitation: "Okay, I'll go."

Link nodded slightly to the little girl, and then said to Delia: "If you don't go out, how long can you hide at home? Three days, one week, or two weeks?"

Delia was a little uncertain: "There is no shortage of food at home, it should be enough...one month?"

Link: "Are you going to stay at home for food this month? Don't you prepare some weapons to prevent yourself? Don't you prepare some medicine to prevent illness? If there is no power outage, can the things in your refrigerator be kept for a month? How many days can you not flush the toilet after the water is out?"

"This..." Delia opened her mouth wide, unable to answer these questions.

He is very fierce and brainless! Link glared at the gap in the silk nightgown again, and then continued: "Now everyone can continue their lives, and it is not easy to cause misunderstandings when they come to the door. Once the situation does not improve, everyone's mentality will be more impatient, and they will shoot directly if they are not done well. How long do you think Chicago will be restored to order?"

Delia thought for a while and shook her head: "I don't know. But even if there are no monsters, it will take a few weeks."

Those who can be a member of the middle-class community neighborhood committee will not have too bad communication skills and brains.

She just experienced a huge change, which was too stimulating, and her thinking changed for a moment.

Next, she and Camilla took some food and followed Link out.

Sitting in the car and thinking, Delia still felt that Link could only believe part of the words, and the "robbery" she subconsciously said might be closer to the facts.

But Link really has no plans.

There are several small villas on the list where few people live, and the supplies inside are easy enough for him to use for one or two years.

In the longer term, he is currently unable to plan, and he knows how fast the world is destroyed.

Delia couldn't think too long, and she arrived at the nearest neighbor in just two cars.

Link got off the bus a little further away, and the mother and daughter went straight to the door, lowered their bodies slightly, and looked at each other.

Then Camilla spoke and shouted: "Mr. Bi, Mr. Bi, are you okay?"

After a quiet moment, the door opened, and an old Asian man stood there with an old antique M14 rifle: "Hey, kid, why are I doing here early in the morning?"

Having said that, he was looking in the car and relaxed after seeing that it was Delia and her daughter.

Delia is quite a good person, and she is the person who walks around and chats with him the most in this area.

Following Link's advice, Camilla said the booking line: "I'm not at ease recently. Mom wants to see everyone's situation. If someone has any problems, you can help."

Old Man Bi said, "Who is that person on the roadside?" (This character is played by a book friend with evil spirits)

Camilla: "The great writer next to my house, Link, have you forgotten?"

Writer = writing worker = weak and gentle, and it is easy to reduce others' prevention psychology with Link's Asian appearance.

Old Man Bi frowned: "I don't know him."

It would be strange if the elderly and widowed boys were together. Camilla complained in her heart, but she kept a smile on her face: "Okay. We're just here to see you, as long as you're fine. Remember to close the doors and windows and be careful of strangers."

Speaking of this, she turned around and pretended to suddenly remember something: "By the way, if you are missing something, you can call us to notify us. Mom will help you pay attention to whether someone exchanges it."

Delia waved to Old Man Bi and the car began to turn.

Old Man Bi looked at the parking car on the side and was about to walk out, and suddenly said, "Wait, I'll go together, it's safer."

The mother and daughter were stunned and looked at each other.

Delia, who returned to normal, reacted faster: "Then close the doors and windows, bring the gun with her, and follow us."

After a while, the cars that were on the road together turned into three.

Link took the lead, and Old Man Bi took over the team and continued his "community patrol" journey.

Among the first batch of plundering targets, some were like Old Man Bi, with a lot of weapons and supplies, but they were at home.

Delia and her daughter went up to say a few words, urging them to be vigilant, close the doors and windows, and look like a conscientious and responsible neighborhood aunt.

Most people have a good attitude for Delia's sake.

A few of them had bad attitudes, but when they saw that there were two cars, Link and Old Man Bi, who were still guns in their hands, they could only deal with a few words impatiently.

Link and Old Man Bi also took the opportunity to chat for a while.

As a shooting enthusiast, Old Man Bi's home has a very "American" weapon number - there are more than ten guns and thousands of bullets.

Link and Old Man Bi made an agreement verbally that they needed to exchange with each other.

Old Man Bi responded with a slight slap, and he was not surprised at all.

Business is business.

In this dark America, in this chaotic period, transactions are the right thing to do.

For free? That's too much.

None of the supplies fell from the sky.

I visited more than 20 households in one go, and there were people in 17 households, but only four or five households did not answer.

Link, who was observing the other side, also knew in his mind that three of them might not be alone, and there must be someone in the other two, but they just didn't come out to answer.

Three households? It's almost enough to move by himself. He thought in his mind and asked Delia to speed up.

For the remaining more than 60 households, everyone walked by and shouted a few words outside the door.

When you get a response, tell the other party to be careful and if you have any materials that need to be traded, you can register with Delia and coordinate the transaction.

As they headed westward, the group came to the west near Rockford.

Delia habitually wanted to drive into the driveway next to her, but Link suddenly stopped and called her to stop.

Looking at Link holding a shotgun and getting out of the car, Old Man Bi poked his head out of the car window: "What's wrong?"

Link: "The door is not closed."

The mother and daughter and Old Man Bi frowned and turned to look at the small villa more than 20 meters away.

Sure enough, I vaguely saw the door shaking slightly.

Delia didn't react for a moment: "I forgot to go out, or did I not pay attention to closing the door?"

"There are not many people going out at this time, and even fewer people are not closing the door." Old Man Bi said in a deep voice, looking around with his eyes, and the M14 in his hand was also tilted to his chest, ready to lower his gun and shoot at any time.

Link said, "Delia, don't come down. Mr. Bi, what do you think?"

Old Man Bi pondered for a moment: "Wait until Delia pressed the horn a few times to see if anyone responded. If there was no movement, then I went around to the side and approached the house, and you can follow."

Link thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

There is no window on the side of the villa, so don't worry about suddenly shooting bullets from it.

Link and Old Man Bi moved their cars for a distance, hid behind the front hood, and poked their heads out to observe.

Delia looked at Link in front and raised her hand to signal to her, and immediately pressed the horn of the car.

The long horn sound pierced the calm of the suburbs and stopped after three seconds.

Suddenly, a messy sound came from the house more than 20 meters away. Finally, with a slam, the wooden door shattered, and a figure close to two meters tall rushed out.

In an instant, Link saw its cracked sharp teeth, big mouth and long tongue.

The cracked mouth monster! He stood up suddenly, raised his gun and shot.

Bang bang!

Bang!

Among the two slightly dull gunshots, there was a gunshot with stronger penetration.

The thunder monster that rushed towards him was rushing, then he whipped half a spin and fell to the ground.

Soft female voice: "Successfully recharged, get energy point 4."

Link looked closely and couldn't help but turn his head to Old Man Bi who was more than ten meters away, giving a thumbs up: "clear!(safe)"

Old Man Bi just glanced at him: "Are you sure it's really dead?"
To be continued...