The fact that Harold and William smoke was not a secret.
After all, these two people were not the ones who knew how to hide things. When they were working, they started smoking like nobody else outside.
After a little thought, everyone guessed that it was Jack who provided it for them.
So, some building managers who were addicted to smoking made requests one after another, hoping that Jack would also bring cigarettes for them.
After hesitating for a moment, Jack smiled and said, "It may be a bit difficult to provide so many people."
The other building managers immediately became anxious.
"Jack, you can't favor one over the other?"
"Our requirements are not high either, just one pack per day."
"This is my lifelong request."
Jack sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll try my best to provide it to you. How about this, starting tomorrow, I'll provide cigarettes for you building managers who need them."
Non smokers, upon seeing this, couldn't help but approach and make their own demands.
"I don't smoke, I just like to take a bite of betel nut. Can this requirement be met?"
"I want to have some wine, the cheapest loose drink is fine."
Jack said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I've taken note of everything you said. I won't favor one over the other, everyone has a share!" Everyone smiled contentedly and left with their supplies.
After they left, Kim, Mark and others were indignant.
"Jack, are you being too kind to them?"
"Providing them with food is already a great favor, but now they are taking advantage of everything and asking for this and that."
Jack said calmly, "Their demands are not unreasonable, and I cannot favor one over the other. It's okay, that's it."
Everyone looked at Jack as if he were a stranger.
They never imagined that Jack, who used to be ruthless and ruthless, would become so cowardly now!
But the thing was Jack's own search, and they couldn't say much about it.
Jack distributed the supplies to everyone and returned home.
He took a hot bath and then lay comfortably on the sofa in his pajamas, looking up at the ceiling above his head.
"It's almost time."
An internal conflict had already caused heavy losses to other unit buildings.
The number of direct deaths was over 400.
And there were also hundreds of people injured during the battle, who were unlikely to survive. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, there was no threat in the short term.
Jack took a special walk around the community this morning, during which he observed the number of people who were still active in the community. About 700 people.
Moreover, he successfully lured the leaders of each unit building out with cigarettes, wine and other things as bait. That was to say, the time had come to shut down the network!
Jack didn't plan to drag on any longer.
Because in the short term, there would be no further major conflicts between each unit building, so delaying time was meaningless.
And because of the food he provided, it would also provide those people with energy replenishment. In a while, they would pose a greater threat to Jack.
"Just tomorrow."
Jack narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chilling killing intent flashed between his eyes.
The next day, Jack went out as usual and left the community.
He didn't tell anyone about his plan for today, including the security guard.
Because this operation was very important, if missed, it would increase the difficulty and risk of the operation in the future.
So Jack can't trust anyone.
After leaving the community, he headed straight for the supermarket.
A large amount of food was found on various shelves, most of which were mainly steamed bread and bread wrapped in bags with straps.
Today, Jack brought in better quality food than a few days ago, and also provided more quantity.
"If I could have a more sumptuous last meal, I could be considered merciful enough to them."
Jack said so.
After piling up a pile of things, Jack took out the rat poison he had previously obtained from the other space.
A colorless and odorless powder that can be deadly with just a little bit.
Coincidentally, these foods had gone bad and their colors were not quite normal, so sprinkling them with medicinal powder made it impossible to tell.
Jack took out the gas mask he found in the military camp from the space and put it on, then carefully sprinkled rat poison on the food. He spent half an hour alone completing this process.
"Those guys like William and Harold may not be very confident about food and will let people test drugs. But they are so greedy, and they certainly won't share cigarettes and Baijiu with others."
"Old smokers and old drinkers will lose their usual caution in the face of these things. Let me poison them on this."
Jack brought over several packs of cigarettes, pondered for a moment, and then opened the plastic seal on the outside.
When he gave cigarettes to William and others before, they were opened and sealed, of course, in preparation for today.
To dispel their doubts.
After all, it's good to be able to get cigarettes now, and it's not surprising that there were some packaging issues.
Then, he carefully stuffed the rat poison into the tobacco of his cigarette, little by little.
As for wine, the practice was slightly more complicated.
Jack first mixed rat poison into alcohol, and then injected it into the bottle through the stopper with a syringe.
How to put it, the roughness was a bit rough, but after he returned, it was already close to nightfall and the sky was dim.
Those drunkards also find it difficult to detect such a small flaw.
After being busy for two hours, Jack began to pack the food in bags and put it on the plow behind the snowmobile.
The snow outside was not as heavy today, but the wind was still sharp.
Jack leaned against the wall of the mall and easily lit a cigarette for himself, sipping it slowly.
Because inhaling too much can easily freeze one's lungs in cold air.
"Perhaps today is the end. I always feel that this process went surprisingly smoothly."
Jack murmured to himself.
Everything that the people in other units had done so far fully meets Jack's expectations.
But this kind of cooperation actually gave Jack an unreal feeling.
"I always feel like everything is going too smoothly, but others are not fools, how could they be played around by me alone."
Jack chuckled self deprecatingly and narrowed his eyes at the same time.
"This false harmony is only temporary, and those guys are not stupid either. They will eventually take action against me, and the reason why they choose to hold back is because they are waiting for some opportunity to fail."
"25 #. There is an insider, but I haven't found out who it is. Is he alive or has he died recently?"
Jack self asked these questions, but he did not receive answers.
He was not Sherlock Holmes, nor was he Detective Conan, and he did not possess such powerful detective skills.
But there was something better in his hands in this apocalypse - he had fortresses and guns!
Jack threw the cigarette he had smoked twice onto the ground and crushed it with his toes.
"No matter what plans you have, all conspiracies and tricks are meaningless in the face of absolute strength."