"Now that it's snowed in, we can't rely on anyone, we must rely on ourselves."
"I, Chen Zhenghao, will take on the responsibility of building manager of the 25th building, and from now on, everything here will be on my say-so!"
"If you all behave yourselves, I can let you live well. Whoever dares to be a standout, hey!"
Immediately afterward, Chen Zhenghao sent over two pictures.
One was the gun he was holding inside his hand, and the other was the image of the third floor residents collapsed in a pool of blood.
The large group that used to chatter in the past was silent at this moment.
Everyone was shocked by this bloody and cruel scene.
It was believed that most of the occupants were filled with fear at this time.
In peaceful times, when had they ever seen such a scene?
They couldn't even imagine it.
Now, however, the bloody reality was in front of them.
In this block of flats closed in a blizzard, others were hell!
No one dared to open their mouths to refute Chen Zhenghao, everyone was afraid of death.
Zhang Yi lay on the sofa and couldn't help but say, "Chen Zhenghao is brilliant! Worthy of being someone who can make a name for himself in society."
Chen Zhenghao was soft and hard, and did not just terrorize the owners in this building.
Because he only had one gun in his hand, how many bullets he had was anyone's guess.
But Zhang Yi knew that the number would definitely not be many, after all, this thing was more strictly controlled in the country.
When Zhang Yi spent a large amount of money, they only sold him 100 bullets.
And there are only like five or six small caramels under Chen Zhenghao.
The entire building of fifty households, more than a hundred people, really if the big guy forced anxious, he a cripple can not stand.
So soft and hard, on the one hand to give everyone a big pie, on the other hand to scare them, is the best way to make these owners obey.
Human nature, was never afraid of death.
Even if they all understood in their hearts that Chen Zhenghao could kill the owners of the third floor today, and it could be their turn tomorrow, there was still a fluke in their hearts.
For example, those who lived in the upper floors felt that Chen Zhenghao could kill the one on the third floor today, and the one on the fourth floor tomorrow, and even if he was killed, it would take another half a month.
Then he wouldn't need to fight for his life, and the people below him would definitely resist anyway.
And so on.
And what about the person living on the fourth floor, again, he felt that Chen Zhenghao didn't necessarily kill people in order.
Instead, if they resisted, they would definitely be killed, so they might as well be honest and turtle at home.
Maybe someone else will die first.
Zhang Yi shrugged his shoulders, anyway, these things had nothing to do with him.
Other people did not dare to resist Chen Zhenghao, but he was not afraid of Chen Zhenghao at all.
As long as Chen Zhenghao dared to appear in front of his house, his life or death was completely in Zhang Yi's hands.
As for whether the other neighbors were dead or alive, it had nothing to do with Zhang Yi.
They themselves were ostriches, unwilling to resist.
Zhang Yi was even less interested in being a saintly mother, sacrificing himself to save others.
Just at this time, the cell phone suddenly came with a sharp "ding dong" "ding dong" sound.
Zhang Yi picked up his cell phone and immediately saw hundreds of messages!
He realized that he had been pulled into a new group.
Curious, Zhang Yi went inside and took a look.
He found that the owners of the unit building had re-drawn a group, but there was no Chen Zhenghao's gang in this group.
It turned out that the death threat brought by Chen Zhenghao made some people think of warming up to the group.
Zhang Yi didn't say anything, after all, he definitely had no problem with his own safety.
He just wanted to see what this gang could do.
Zhang Yi ignited the stink bomb and then quickly threw it along the shooting hole above the door.
After the odor bomb landed, a large black smoke quickly emerged.
The pungent stench quickly filled the corridor.
When Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining smelled the odor, it felt like opening a can of feces that had been sealed for ten years, and they vomited furiously on the spot.
"Vomit ... what is it, vomit ..."
"Zhang Yi, vomit ... you are so shameless!"
The stench in the hallway grew, and the two women hurried to escape.
As for Zhang Yi, he was not worried about the stench returning to the house, after he closed the firing hole, the whole house was in a semi-sealed state.
Although the air was still able to circulate, the air filtration system had been specially engaged when the house was built, so it would not allow any odor or harmful air to enter.
Seeing the two women walking around in a sorry state and vomiting through the surveillance, Zhang Yi laughed happily.
But soon, he received a complaint from his next door neighbor.
"Zhang Yi, what is that thing you threw at your door? It stinks! Can you please consider your neighbor's feelings?"
Zhang Yi's neighbors were a young couple who had moved here two years ago.
However, on weekdays, Zhang Yi didn't have much interaction with them, and at most, he met them and nodded his head when he rode the elevator.
Now that it was such a time, he didn't bother to maintain any neighborly relations.
Under the end of the world, he did everything with only his own safety in mind, and he didn't care at all about how others were doing.
It could even be said that as long as he was able to live safely and comfortably, he could take out others without any weakness.
In the midst of the end times, any holy mother mentality couldn't be had, and once it appeared, it had to be strangled immediately!
"Come over and hit me if you don't want to!"
After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he directly hacked his neighbor.
Still, he was too lazy to argue with others and waste his breath.
Soon, Zhang Yi found out that the neighbor was spraying him inside the large group.
But unfortunately, others didn't have the heart to care about their shit.
Zhang Yi hemmed and hawed, the feeling of having no morals was really quite refreshing.
...
That afternoon, Zhang Yi was suddenly woken up in his sleep.
"Bang!"
A loud bang resounded in the hallway and quickly spread throughout the entire unit building.
Zhang Yi's expression was a bit grave, the sound sounded like a gunshot.
Inside their neighborhood, someone actually had a gun?
Zhang Yi wasn't sure if it was a gun or a firecracker, he rushed to the living room and turned on the TV to check the surveillance.
As a result, the scene in front of him made him unable to stop his pupils from shrinking.
In front of the door of the household on the third floor, Chen Zhenghao, who had broken a leg, was holding a black gun in his hand.
The cold, dark light could easily make people's hearts and minds tremble.
And the door of that household was open, from the angle of the surveillance, two human legs could be vaguely seen.
And those little caramels under Chen Zhenghao's hand were holding some food and candles and other things, walking out with a playful smile on their faces.
Obviously, the occupant of the third floor was dead, and even if he wasn't, he wouldn't last a few days after being shot and losing all his supplies.
This time was 10:00 a.m. Usually every household would go out together at this time to dig up snow and come back to turn it into water for drinking.
Together, everyone could temporarily raise the temperature inside the building from being too cold.
And no one can survive without water, so this activity goes on every day.
Chen Zhenghao had seen this very moment and started to kill people and grab supplies.
"Dingdong!"
The cell phone rang.
Zhang Yi took his phone and glanced at it, the message was from inside the large group.
Chen Zhenghao had sent a voice.