After some thought, Jack obtained a satisfactory answer.
That was, as long as he sticked to # 25 and didn't leave, using the firepower in his hands and the strength of the safe house, even if the people from the other 29 buildings unite, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
To put it simply, in today's situation of extreme food scarcity and extremely cold temperatures, taking two steps alone against the biting cold wind was a huge torment.
Twenty people can't do the same physical work as one person used to.
"My personal safety is not a problem. At worst, I can ride my motorcycle and break through the encirclement, using the weapons in my hand to engage in guerrilla warfare against them, and slowly consume them."
"It's just too troublesome to do this. When do I have to kill the people in Building 29."
"But if I don't kill them, they will definitely come and attack me."
Jack pondered carefully in his heart.
Was it spending some time and energy to eliminate all the people who posed a threat to oneself in the community, or was it finding other ways? In the short term, Jack did not make up his mind.
He glanced at his phone and decided to chat with Warren as well.
He needed to see if all the authors had the same idea.
Jack opened the chat box with Warren.
He didn't pay attention to Warren, but Warren was very proactive in introducing their situation to Jack.
"Mr. Jack, I am here with sincerity and hope to cooperate with you to build a harmonious home, a doomsday utopia."
"So far, only five elderly people have died due to complications caused by extreme cold temperatures."
"Everyone gets along harmoniously through reasonable planning and allocation of materials."
"I think this is the best way to survive in the apocalypse, preserving the spark for human civilization. It is also beneficial for the reconstruction work after the snowstorm."
"Now, we lack effective food sources. As a price for cooperating with you, we can provide manpower and material resources to meet your various requirements as much as possible."
"And we can coordinate your relationships with other unit buildings to avoid conflicts."
After seeing Warren's introduction, Jack felt much more comfortable.
Truly a financial director of a large corporation, this emotional intelligence was much higher than that of Kelly, who worked in Chat business.
Clear organization, concise and clear statement of interests, and a moderate tone of speech.
However, what Jack cared most about was still the matter of the harmonious home he mentioned.
It had been over twenty days since the end of the day, yet not a single person had died in the conflict!
Jack looked at Janice, who was pinching his feet with care, and said, " Janice, do you have any knowledge about the situation of # 18?"
Janice thought for a moment and said, "I've heard of some of them. It's said that the head of their building is a very charismatic person. After the end of the day came, he united all the residents and adopted a unified distribution of materials, allowing the vast majority of people to live until now."
Jack exclaimed, "As a financial director, management accountants not only need to know how to manage, but also need to know how to achieve maximum benefits."
In fact, Warren's approach was the most reasonable.
Other buildings, such as 25 # where Jack was located, had experienced significant material waste due to conflicts and internal conflicts.
In theory, if a person did not exercise (including mental exercise), they consumed very little energy in a day and only need to eat one meal. Warren, he was a talented person
Jack sighed for a moment, but then said, "But it is still impossible to survive for a long time in the end times like this."
Warren's ability lied in establishing order, and through his influence on # 18, he united everyone early on.
But what if faced with an external attack?
The group of people who had become accustomed to comfort might only face slaughter when encountering villains like the T Gang or David.
This was similar to how the ancient Central Plains civilization was repeatedly defeated by nomadic civilizations.
Without the protection of force, all stability and harmony were false.
Jack asked, "What would you do if I don't agree?"
Warren pondered for a long time before replying to Jack's message.
"We extend an invitation to cooperate with you in the spirit of friendly cooperation."
"If you refuse, I deeply regret it. But that doesn't mean your thoughts won't change in the future. I still look forward to the next opportunity for cooperation."
Jack smiled, this official response method looked very comfortable.
"What, don't you choose to attack our unit # 25? Or don't you choose to join when attacking in other units?"
Warren's response was also very candid.
"Our military force is only used for self-protection and will not actively attack others."
"It's not that we lack strength, but rather useless internal friction, and the ultimate result can only be a lose to lose situation."
Jack wanted to give him a thumbs up.
Look at him, even though he's cowardly, he still insisted on speaking so confidently.
Speaking of which, the harmonious home of # 18 spent half a month peacefully in the end of the world without the courage to engage in conflict with others. Warren was a sensible person.
He also knew that if Jack really got into a fight with someone else, they wouldn't get much benefit even if they went over.
It's better to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.
If Jack lost and the snowmobile fell into someone else's hands, he can still seek cooperation from others.
"Wait for my response."
After sending this message, Jack went to the friend application list to find other people.
Previously, due to too many people wanting to add him as a friend and ask for supplies, he directly ignored all the friend requests. But now it seemed that every building in the entire community hoped to have a conversation with him and asked him to help collect supplies. Sure enough, Jack added several building managers later on.
Their expressions were almost identical to those of Kelly and Warren.
They all hoped to cooperate with Jack and asked him to help them collect materials to keep them alive.
However, the conditions they can offer were extremely limited.
Only labor, women, and commitments did not add insult to injury when conflicts arose.
The only difference was whether the attitude was good or bad, that's all.
Jack laid on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling and whispering softly, "There are only two choices now, war or peace."
"War, then we have to kill all those who pose a threat to me. It's not impossible to do this, it's just too time-consuming and ammunition consuming
Kill a large number of residents in the entire 30 buildings of the community, and I will run out of the ammunition I stored. The ammunition reserve I obtained from the police station is not too much, just over a thousand rounds
This is still an ideal consideration. If they come to attack, I can kill them all, but if they hide inside the building and don't come out, I dare not take the risk of going in."
"Besides, although I don't have any psychological trauma towards murder, I'm not a perverted butcher either."
"Most of the people in the community don't have much grudge against me. It would be a bit unbearable to kill them all."
"Maybe I'll even have mental problems when the time comes."
Jack rubbed his temples, feeling that killing the entire community was not a good option.
That's really too troublesome.