Zhang Ye ignited the stink bomb and swiftly threw it out through the firing hole above the door.
After the stink bomb landed, a large plume of black smoke quickly billowed, carrying a pungent odor that permeated the corridor.
Upon catching a whiff of the stench, Fang Yuqing and Lin Cainin felt as if they had opened a can sealed with a decade's worth of feces, prompting them to vomit on the spot.
"Ugh... What is this, ugh..."
"Zhang Ye, ugh... you're shameless!"
The corridor's stench grew stronger, and the two women hurriedly fled.
However, Zhang Ye wasn't concerned about the stench entering the house. After closing the firing hole, the entire room remained in a semi-sealed state. While air could still circulate, the house had been equipped with an air filtration system during construction, preventing any unpleasant odors or harmful air from entering.
Observing the pitiful sight of the two women walking and vomiting, Zhang Ye burst into laughter.
However, soon after, he received a complaint from the neighbor next door.
"Zhang Ye, what did you throw outside your door? It stinks! Please consider your neighbors!"
The neighbor, a couple who had moved in two years ago, had minimal interaction with Zhang Ye on regular days. At most, they would exchange nods in the elevator.
In these apocalyptic times, Zhang Ye cared only about his own safety. He couldn't be bothered with maintaining neighborly relations.
He even felt that as long as he could live safely and comfortably, he could eliminate others without hesitation.
In this post-apocalyptic world, there was no room for a saintly mindset. Once it surfaced, it had to be extinguished immediately!
"Don't agree? Come over and fight me!"
After saying this, Zhang Ye directly blocked the neighbor.
As the saying goes, he didn't want to argue with them; it would be a waste of words.
Soon, Zhang Ye discovered that the neighbors were gossiping about him in the large group.
Unfortunately, no one cared about their petty grievances.
Zhang Ye chuckled, finding the lack of moral qualms quite enjoyable.
...
In the afternoon, Zhang Ye was suddenly awakened by a loud noise.
"Bang!"
A deafening sound echoed through the corridor, quickly spreading throughout the entire building.
Zhang Ye's expression turned serious; the sound resembled gunfire.
Someone in their compound had a gun?
Zhang Ye couldn't be sure whether it was a gun or firecrackers, so he quickly went to the living room and turned on the TV to check the surveillance.
The scene in front of him made his pupils constrict.
In front of the door on the third floor, Chen Zhenghao, who had lost a leg, held a black gun in his hand.
The cold, pitch-black gleam of the gun could easily send shivers down one's spine.
The door of the neighbor on the third floor was open, and from the surveillance angle, one could vaguely see two legs lying there.
The small fry under Chen Zhenghao, carrying some food and candles, were coming out with smiles on their faces.
Obviously, the occupants of the third-floor apartment were either dead or, even if alive, wouldn't last long after being shot and losing all their supplies.
It was 10 a.m. This was the usual time when each household went out to shovel snow and bring back water for consumption.
Doing it together could temporarily raise the temperature in the corridor, preventing it from getting too cold.
No one could survive without water, so this activity was carried out every day.
Chen Zhenghao took advantage of this opportunity to kill and plunder.
"Ding Dong!"
The phone rang.
Zhang Ye took a look at the phone; it was a message from the group.
Chen Zhenghao sent a voice message.
"Now that the city is snowed in, we can't rely on anyone. We must rely on ourselves."
"I, Chen Zhenghao, will take on the responsibility of the head of Building 25. From now on, everything here is under my authority!"
"Behave yourselves, and I can let you live well. If anyone dares to stand out, hehe!"
Immediately after, Chen Zhenghao sent two pictures.
One was of him holding the gun, and the other showed the third-floor residents lying in a pool of blood.
The bustling group, normally filled with chatter, fell silent at this bloody and cruel scene.
Most homeowners' hearts were filled with fear at this moment.
In peacetime, when had they ever seen such a scene?
They couldn't even imagine it.
However, the bloody reality was now before their eyes.
In this sealed-off building in the blizzard, hell was other people!
No one dared to refute Chen Zhenghao. Everyone was afraid of death.
Zhang Ye lay on the sofa and couldn't help but say, "Chen Zhenghao is clever! Truly worthy of someone who thrived in society."
Chen Zhenghao used a combination of coercion and persuasion, not solely intimidating the homeowners.
Because he only had one gun, and no one knew how many bullets he had.
But Zhang Ye knew for sure that the quantity wouldn't be much. After all, firearms were strictly regulated in China. When he bought them, he had spent a lot of money and only got 100 rounds.
Moreover, Chen Zhenghao had only five or six small fries under him.
In a building with over fifty households, a hundred-odd people, if they were driven to desperation, he, a cripple, wouldn't be able to withstand it.
So, a blend of hard and soft tactics, promising big things to everyone while simultaneously frightening them, was the best way to make these homeowners obedient.
Human nature had always feared death.
Even though they understood that Chen Zhenghao might kill the third-floor homeowners today, and it might be their turn tomorrow, they still held onto a glimmer of hope.
For example, those who lived on higher floors believed that Chen Zhenghao would kill the third floor today and the fourth floor tomorrow. Even if he killed them, it wouldn't be for at least another half month.
So, there was no need for them to fight desperately; others would resist.
It went on and on.
People living on the fourth floor thought Chen Zhenghao might not necessarily kill in order. If they resisted, they would probably be killed, and they might as well stay at home obediently. Maybe someone else would die first.
Zhang Ye shrugged. Anyway, these matters had nothing to do with him.
Others dared not resist Chen Zhenghao; Zhang Ye had no fear of him.
As long as Chen Zhenghao dared to appear at his doorstep, his life and death would be completely in Zhang Ye's hands.
As for the life or death of other neighbors, Zhang Ye had absolutely no interest.
They wanted to bury their heads in the sand and not resist.
Zhang Ye had no intention of being a saint, sacrificing himself to save others.
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang with a rapid "Ding Dong," "Ding Dong" sound.
Zhang Ye picked up the phone to look and found that there were several hundred new messages!
He discovered that he had been added to a new group.
Out of curiosity, Zhang Ye entered the group and took a look.
It turned out that the homeowners