Typhoon Sofa and Dog

After the mini-disaster, people in the vicinity spontaneously ran to Uncle Wei's clinic because Uncle Wei had a good reputation, and everyone trusted him.

As a result, Uncle Qi, a local gangster, also arrived, bringing more than forty thugs to the clinic. Relying on his young and able-bodied men, he eliminated two groups of ants attacking the crowd, establishing dominance over the clinic camp.

Since Uncle Qi and Uncle Wei were old acquaintances and could communicate with each other, Uncle Wei became the spokesperson for many tenants, helping to ease Uncle Qi's rule. Uncle Qi himself wasn't excessively cruel. He understood that in the current situation, being strong wasn't enough. People had shrunk, and all aspects of life required manpower to maintain. Relying solely on his henchmen, who only knew how to fight, was insufficient for these tasks.

Therefore, the clinic camp quietly became a place where Uncle Wei assisted Uncle Qi in ruling the entire camp.

However, the conflict erupted when Zeng Shisan fed someone to the dog. Uncle Qi was ousted, and Zeng Shisan took over as the leader, but ultimately, Tom defeated Zeng Shisan.

Pozi himself didn't like power struggles. Even under Uncle Qi, he quietly did his own work. And Tom was even less inclined to bother with such trivial matters; he focused more on crafting armor and enhancing self-defense capabilities. Thus, under the tacit understanding of the three, Uncle Wei became the leader of the camp.

But this time, after reclaiming Old Street, a sense of pride spread through the camp. Uncle Wei didn't pay much attention to it. Originally, based on Tom's suggestion, he had decided to stop outdoor activities for the day and gather everyone to emphasize discipline. However, a few uncles ran out on their own, wanting to get some fresh air on the street.

They boldly chose to go to the end of the street, not expecting to encounter the sleeping country dog there, which frightened them and made them run back to camp immediately.

As Tom had taught before, if encountering trouble, they couldn't return directly to camp but needed to go to places with strong smells, like the toilets, to avoid being followed.

These people were so scared that they forgot themselves and left. Meanwhile, the dog woke up shortly after they left and sniffed their scent, then followed it back to camp.

When they returned and reported what they had found, Pozi immediately ordered the gates to be closed. But just as they were about to close the gates, the country dog burst in, killing four people and eating two.

By the time Pozi changed into Old Street No. 1, the dog was already wreaking havoc at the camp gate. Many people who couldn't escape in time were chased around by it, making them run in circles. Since Tom had stayed in the lab all night, Pozi forgot to send someone to call him, so he was anxious. Fortunately, little girl Liu Lexuan remembered Tom's habits and hurried to wake him up.

It was also thanks to Tom's desperate efforts to divert the big dog's attention that the survivors were able to escape from the camp. And thankfully, Tom blew up the big dog; otherwise, everyone would probably have to live in fear of the big dog's hunting.

After Tom blew up the big dog, Pozi organized people to collect the wounded and handed them over to Uncle Wei to take care of. He also sent Skinny to notify the escaped people one by one to come back.

As for the body of the big dog, it was four stories high, making it impossible to drag away. As for eating it... just touch a piece of gemstone with some dog blood, and the gemstone would shine like a fluorescent lamp. With Tom's warning, no one dared to touch it.

Tom always felt that when people shrunk, threats were everywhere, and every step of exploration needed to be cautious. After a series of incidents of unauthorized exploration, Tom believed that the camp's atmosphere needed to be corrected. Thus, today's events made him decide to go out on an adventure as soon as possible.

As the leader of the camp, Uncle Wei indeed didn't attach importance to the situation and take measures promptly. Therefore, just now, Uncle Wei proposed to step down and let Tom take over.

Tom smiled bitterly, "No, Uncle Wei, I won't take this position. In fact, I'm planning to go out on an adventure. Today's events have made me decide to go out as soon as possible. I've told Professor Tie before that our current technology is useful against some small organisms, but it's not enough against big dogs. So we need technological upgrades to enhance our combat capabilities. Remember that man in black? He knocked out the mutated hound with one punch. I believe there must be stronger technology that can help us enhance our combat power."

Bozi and Uncle Wei exchanged a glance. Bozi said, "Then... take us with you. We can earn more points and get technological upgrades. Besides, we can't stay in this camp anymore. Let's go together!"

"No, if we encounter a big dog like today's on the way, we'll all end up as delivery boys. I'll go to the shelter myself, first find a relatively safe path. If feasible, I'll come back to lead everyone to exchange for technology."

After hesitating for a moment, they both felt that this was the only option for now. But then Uncle Wei raised the issue of leadership. He felt he was too soft-hearted, and the recent events had fully exposed that he wasn't suitable for the current situation. He hoped Tom would take over and lead the people in the camp.

"You both know that I stutter when speaking publicly and am not suitable as a leader. How about you, Bozi? You take over decision-making, and Uncle Wei continues to assist you. This way, it's beneficial for everyone."

In Tom's view, Bozi was astute and thoughtful. However, he lacked initiative and always preferred to hide behind others when it came to making decisions. It was the same when Uncle Qi was in power. If it weren't for Zeng Shisan repeatedly displeasing Uncle Qi, Zeng Shisan would still be serving under him. Now, with Tom planning to leave the camp for exploration, it was time for Bozi to step up and take responsibility.

Bozi waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, but Tom was determined to go. Moreover, Bozi had been in charge of the camp's security team, and Uncle Wei voluntarily stepped back, leaving no better option for the camp than Bozi.

Uncle Wei also saw Tom's determination and knew that pushing too hard would only make Tom leave without returning. So he reluctantly agreed to Bozi taking over. After several persuasions, Bozi reluctantly accepted the responsibility.

"Let me make it clear. Tom, you are the leader of the entire camp, not me. I'm just standing in for you. When you come back with the technology, this position..." He was about to say more when Uncle Wei nudged him in the arm, and he quickly shut his mouth.

He also understood that Tom wasn't too keen on taking over this position. If he kept talking, Tom might really not come back.

Tom didn't mind these matters. The responsibility for the problem this time was multifaceted, and he actually bore some responsibility himself. The entire camp regarded him as a war god, relying too much on him. In reality, he wasn't that powerful, and he faced immense pressure in battles. This time facing the big dog was evidence. So his travel plan was urgent.

After discussing the issue of leadership, they had to consider how to clean up the aftermath.

Everyone arrived at the front clinic, looking puzzled at the massive country dog corpse.

Eating the meat was out of the question; it would turn them into zombies in minutes. But leaving it unattended wasn't an option either; it would breed bacteria and emit a foul smell, severely polluting the surrounding environment, not to mention attracting flies. The Haba dog killed by the strong man in black had been left in the room on the first floor. From afar, one could already smell the stench, making it a forbidden area.

But they couldn't move such a large corpse. An adult dog, like a country dog of this size, would weigh at least thirty to forty pounds, which, for them shrunk to 1/24 of their original size, was close to a thousand pounds. In the camp, aside from the wounded, there were 120 people. If everyone pulled together, they could barely move it, at most to the corridor. Trying to throw it downstairs was unrealistic.

So the only thing Bozi could think of was to abandon the clinic and move everyone to a new place, such as the landlord's room with an iron door.

It was indeed a good idea; that place seemed a bit safer. But Uncle Wei was reluctant to part with his clinic. Besides supplies, the clinic's medicinal herbs were also treasures. In the current situation, nobody could afford to get sick or injured without medicine. Moreover, the iron door there had no gaps. Entry and exit could only be through the windows, making it inconvenient to move supplies and other things. It was far less convenient than now, coming in and out through the door crack. If they encountered danger, they could simply close the iron door installed on the door crack, which was also very safe.

Tom didn't immediately propose a solution but walked outside.

The survivors responsible for clearing the debris along the way were very enthusiastic when they saw him. Everyone knew that Tom had risked his life to blow up the big dog and save everyone.

And Tom greeted them one by one, occasionally lending a hand.

Unlike the stuffy weather yesterday, today was particularly cool. The strong wind blew in through the door crack, making the clothes rustle.

Tom squeezed through the door crack and stepped outside, looking at the gloomy sky. Suddenly, he had an idea. "Uncle Wei, is it going to rain?"

"Yes, heavy rain, a torrential downpour. Looks like a typhoon is coming."

"Are you sure?"

Uncle Wei chuckled and patted his knee. "My old knees ache whenever it's overcast. In June, the only thing that can make my old knees ache is a typhoon. I have a feeling this typhoon will be even fiercer than the last one."

Tom excitedly climbed onto the wooden sofa leaning against the railing, took three steps and reached the highest point. Looking at the half of the sofa sticking out from the railing, he thought for a moment, then clapped his hands. "I've got it!"

"What is it?" Bozi asked, puzzled.

"This sofa can help us move the dog's corpse!"

"What? A sofa?" Both Bozi and Uncle Wei were puzzled.