Yang Weicong called on everyone to come together, but his body was as solid as a rock and he refused to move an inch.

This is embarrassing.

Before, people had to pry the door open, but now that the door is open, no one dares to get in.

He Zhian felt extremely embarrassed and secretly cursed these cowards.

Being put on the fire, he gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Ning, even if you have a gun, you only have seven bullets. Can you really stop so many people?"

Yes, everyone came back to their senses and started shouting again, "Yes, she only has seven bullets, we are not afraid of anything!"

"There's really no need to be afraid, it's just seven lives." Jiang Ning looked at them and sneered, "Who is willing to sacrifice themselves to help Director He, please stand up, I promise to satisfy you.

He will eat meat and drink wine, and your wives and children will starve to death."

"Jiang Ning, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing special. I just asked you to pick out seven people who are willing to die."

Jiang Ning took a few steps forward and walked out of the stairs, pressing the cold muzzle of the gun against He Zhian's head. "As the building manager, you must be the first to sacrifice and contribute. I'll start with you."

The muzzle of the gun was cold, pressed against He Zhian's forehead, and it didn't feel like cheap plastic.

His heart instantly suffocated, He Zhian's face turned pale, and cold sweat kept coming out, "You, you don't mess around."

"It's you, the building manager, who's causing trouble. You bring people up here to threaten the 18th floor again and again. Do you really think the people on the 18th floor are pushovers?"

Jiang Ning's eyes were like knives. "I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either. You've been causing trouble several times, so I can only return the favor."

After he finished speaking, his finger was on the trigger.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Ning and He Zhian.

Jiang Ning's eyes showed murderous intent and he slowly tightened his finger on the trigger.

"ah!!!"

A sudden and shrill scream suddenly came from the stairs.

"Ah, murder, murder..."

The people crowded at the stairs were in a panic and tried hard to squeeze into the aisle.

The butt of the gun hit He Zhian's forehead hard, and Jiang Ning kicked him down...

At the same time, Coke pounced out like lightning, knocked down Yang Weicong who was trying to escape in the chaos, and opened his bloody mouth to bite him hard.

"ah……"

Screaming, running away, and dodging were happening one after another in the crowded aisle.

Someone squeezed in from the stairwell, holding his hand tightly to his neck that was bleeding. He fell down before he could take a few steps. He lay on the ground and kept twitching. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and he opened his mouth and kept breathing...

Jiang Ning yelled, "Coke!"

The dog was ferocious and only stopped biting Yang Weicong until he bled. It then turned around and rushed upstairs.

The moment it jumped in, Jiang Ning quickly locked the door, keeping the influx of people out.

Several people were knocked against the door welded with iron nails by the collision and squeezing, and they let out blood-curdling screams.

The incident happened suddenly and many people had no time to prepare.

Through the iron fence, I saw a man with a crazy look on his face, holding a bloody kitchen knife, slashing at people indiscriminately, roaring like a beast, "Haha, damn it, damn it, I want you to pay for my daughter's life!

Go to hell, I will go to hell with you!"

Some people reacted quickly and pulled out knives from their clothes, but they were crowded together and could not move. When they tried to resist, they accidentally cut their own people.

The madman had no scruples at all. He kept swinging his sword with red eyes. For a moment, the corridor on the 17th floor was like hell on earth.

"Open the door and let us in."

"Please, help me..."

Many people were frightened and kept banging on the doors of the residents on the 17th floor, trying to get them to open the doors and go in for shelter.

Including the person on the 18th floor, who was so ferocious just now, now looks like a frightened bird, flapping around randomly.

Faced with death, everyone is terrified.

Jiang Ning didn't open the door. With a numb expression, she looked at everything outside coldly through the iron fence.

It was as if I was just watching a TV series.

Zheng Weili clenched her fists tightly, opened her mouth but couldn't say a word, and finally turned her head away.

The madman's face was covered in blood and his expression was hideous and distorted, like a bloodthirsty beast crawling out of hell.

There were also a few fat and strong tough guys who raised their knives and slashed at the madman.

The sharp knife chopped him on his body, back, hands and feet...

The madman covered in blood was not afraid at all, and seemed to have no sense of pain. He seemed to recognize these people and said hysterically: "You killed my daughter, I want you to be buried with her!"

Like an invincible demon, he fought against several people alone, covered in blood, until all of them fell.

But he did not stop. With his bleeding body and red eyes, he rushed through the panicked crowd, like a devil wielding a sickle...

Others who reacted quickly swung steel pipes or machetes at his head, tearing him into pieces with ferocity.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out.

The madman was shot in the head and fell to the ground with a bang. A gentle smile appeared on his bloody face. "Don't be afraid. Dad is here to accompany you."

It wasn't Jiang Ning who fired it, but it shot out from behind her.

Zhang Chao and Lu Yu turned around and saw Huo Yishen holding a gun in his hand.

Their pupils dilated, it was amazing, they could even blow someone's head off in such chaos.

Huo Yishen looked solemn, no emotion visible on his face.

He didn't shoot again, but turned and went upstairs.

One bullet brought the slaughter to an abrupt end.

There were wailings everywhere on the 17th floor. He Zhian and Yang Weicong, who fell to the ground, were not hit, but were constantly crushed. They were unconscious in a pool of blood. No one knew whether they were alive or dead.

Coke refused to accept the result and wanted to rush out to fight.

Every time it sees Yang Weicong, it will bite this bastard!

“Save me, save me…”

Some of those who were chopped asked Jiang Ning for help.

The scene was horrific with people being slashed, trampled, crushed, accidentally injured, and stabbed by iron spikes.

Jiang Ning is a student of the medical school. He can cure diseases and save lives. They don’t want to die!

Someone spoke up, and the others followed suit.

Why save them?

Now that it’s cured, let’s go to the 18th floor?

Jiang Ning turned and went upstairs, ignoring the tragedy behind him.

Zheng Weili and the others were shocked and felt a little bit reluctant, but when they thought about the threats they had just made, the kindness in their hearts was instantly extinguished.

Believe it or not, they will just forget the pain once the wound heals.

No one is born bad, but the extremely harsh environment and the instinct for survival make them commit evil.

The few of them exchanged glances, then turned around and went upstairs silently, ignoring their angry pleas or insults.

When the three-layer stainless steel door was closed, the sound was reduced a lot.

Zheng Weili came back to her senses and asked, "Aning, how come you have a gun?"

Jiang Ning smiled and threw the thing in his hand over.

Zheng Weili took it and immediately realized something was wrong, "Is it fake?"

"Where can I get the real thing?"

The one just now was the real one, but Jiang Ning switched it as a trick.

Zheng Weili played with it repeatedly and said, "Don't tell me, it's a high-quality imitation. Most people can't tell the difference. Even I was fooled by you."

"I found this by accident when I went out to look for dog food last time. I have another handful here, so I'll give this to you to bluff you."