"Sister, brother-in-law, have something to eat."

An Qingwu put some of the packaged braised food that Zhang Lin brought back on a plate, and also took a few pieces of bread as her main dish. The only thing missing was some vegetables.

The three of them sat together for a meal, telling jokes as they ate.

After finishing their meal, Zhang Lin pulled An Qingge back to their room. An Qingwu was initially puzzled, wondering why they would go back to lie down and conserve energy after eating so much. She sat in the living room for a while before she realized what was going on, and her face flushed red, all the way down to her long, fair neck.

"Pah, and this is broad daylight! Shameless..."

After the apocalypse, Zhang Lin's life actually improved.

However, compared to him, some other people are not so good.

For example, the resident of apartment 11 on the 24th floor of the four apartment buildings.

They were Zhang Lin's neighbors.

He has some conflicts with Zhang Lin and the An sisters.

"Damn, I saw it. That kid next door brought back a huge bag of food." Wang Jia swallowed, his tone revealing greed.

Despite his delicate-sounding name, he's actually a burly, dark-skinned man with a full beard and a fiery temper.

Before the apocalypse, he often invited his friends over to drink and play mahjong. They would play until the early hours of the morning, and the shouting, dirty jokes, and the clattering of mahjong tiles always kept the two office workers and the student next door awake all night.

During the day, they lack energy, whether they are at work or school.

As the only man in number 12, Zhang Lin, representing himself and the An sisters, went to negotiate with Wang Jia, but received a rude reply:

"Can't stand it? Then get out! Move out! If you're so rich, go live in a villa! What are you doing living in an apartment?"

The fat man pointed at Zhang Lin's nose and cursed.

Zhang Lin almost couldn't hold back and started a fight with him.

Later, because Zhang Lin came to his door, he would often deliberately speak loudly in the middle of the night and deliberately smash mahjong tiles to retaliate against Zhang Lin and the An sisters.

In short, in Zhang Lin's impression, this fat man was no good.

But now, Wang Jia is not holding back any good news either.

"Brothers, what do you think?" He looked at the other three people in the room.

The day before the apocalypse, he invited his friends over to play mahjong. There were four of them, and they played for half the night. When they woke up the next day, they discovered that the apocalypse had begun.

Their idea was the same as Zhang Lin's: to hold out and wait for rescue to arrive.

Although the four men were all strong and healthy, they wouldn't risk going downstairs to find food.

They often played cards, sometimes until late at night, so they kept a lot of instant noodles and sausages at home so they could eat whenever they got hungry. They managed to survive until the fifth day with these things.

However, by the fifth day, they had run out of food, and if they didn't find a way to survive, they would go hungry.

Coincidentally, they heard the door next door open today, and they saw Zhang Lin leave through the peephole, and then return a little while later carrying a large bag of food.

This gave them a different idea.

Zombies are so scary, but people aren't scary.

Instead of risking your life to find food right under the noses of zombies, it's better to just steal it from your own kind.

"Old Wang, didn't you hear the gunshot?" Another man, wearing a vest and with arms as hairy as a gorilla's, said, "He just went out, and there was a gunshot. You don't know what that means, do you?"

"That means he has a gun!" Wang Jia wasn't afraid at all; instead, he scoffed, "I know that kid next door best. He's a coward. So what if he has a gun?"

"You make it sound so simple. Who's going to carry the bullets? You?" the hairy-armed man retorted.

Wang Jia sneered, "Then tell me, what are we going to eat next? Are we going to risk being eaten by zombies by going downstairs, or are we going to rob the place next door?"

“I wanted to rob him next door too, but he has a gun, and I don’t want to die,” the hairy-armed man said coldly.

"Look at you, such a coward," Wang Jia said disdainfully. "It's precisely because he has a gun that I want to rob him. Think about it, if we had guns in the apocalypse, would we lack food? Would we lack women?"

"Hehe, I heard from Old Wang that there's a pair of beautiful sisters next door. If we could snatch them away..." another card player chimed in.

Wang Jia continued, "Listen to me, that kid next door is just an ordinary person. I don't know where he picked up a gun. How much of its power can he actually use? Let's use our brains and figure out a way to trick him into opening the door, so we don't give him a chance to fire. We'll subdue him directly, and then..."

"Rob guns, rob food, rob women!" a fellow card player chimed in.

Immediately, the group of men burst into lewd laughter.

The hairy-armed man was convinced and looked at the card player who hadn't spoken until now, "Rat, what do you think?"

The mouse was also tempted, "Then let's do what Old Wang says."

After the four finished discussing their plan, they immediately began to take action.

If they wanted to trick Zhang Lin into opening the door, they certainly couldn't go themselves. Putting aside the fact that they already had conflicts, in the apocalypse, everyone would be wary of a strong, able-bodied man. Unless Zhang Lin was a fool, he would never open the door.

Therefore, they plan to capture someone to replace them.

This person should ideally be a woman.

Fortunately, Wang Jia had a shifty look in his eyes and kept his eyes on the neighbor's woman. In peacetime, he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless, but in the apocalypse, he didn't have so many scruples.

Wang Jia knocked on the door of room 16 on the 24th floor. "Is anyone inside? We're from the rescue team. Open the door, we have some food here."

At first, the residents of number 16 did not believe it.

But Wang Jia added, "Did you hear the gunshots this morning? Those were fired by our rescue team. Think about it, besides the rescue team, who else in this apartment building would have a gun?"

Now the residents of number 16 believed it.

The resident of number 16 was a woman in her early twenties. She was slender, had fair skin, and a pretty face, but she was extremely hungry. Her eyes were lifeless, and she seemed somewhat delirious.

However, upon opening the door and seeing that it was a neighbor on the first floor, the 16th-floor resident instantly sobered up and hurriedly went to close the door.

But having been starving for several days, she was no match for Wang Jia and his men. The four big men simply pried open the door, and Wang Jia grabbed her hair, yelling, "Damn it, behave yourself, or I'll kill you!"

"ah--"

Ji Yuetong let out a terrified scream.

Fearing she would attract zombies, Wang Jia punched her hard in the abdomen, causing Ji Yuetong to collapse to her knees in pain, unable to utter a sound.

"Brother Wang, this chick's pretty good." The hairy-armed man had some lewd thoughts as soon as he saw Ji Yuetong's face. "How about we guys have some fun first?"

"Hey Maozi, stop thinking about women all the time. Are women even important now?" Wang Jia said angrily. "The important thing now is to get guns. As long as we have guns, what woman can't we have? Then, even the pretty girls next door will be ours!"