Lin Lang in the room was wearing a thin silk pajamas. She had graceful curves and a plump body. The skin exposed was whiter than snow, her cheeks were delicate and flawless, and she looked clean and refreshed.
The aroma of braised pig's trotters wafted out from inside, and a dozen people couldn't help but take a deep breath in intoxication.
It's so fragrant, it's the smell of oil mixed with spices.
"Lin Lang, your house is so warm, let us go in and warm up."
Cui Ming shouted to Lin Lang through the window.
"Lin Lang, don't be so selfish. You have so much supplies, it won't hurt anything if you help us."
"I don't have what you want here." Lin Lang looked through the window and saw pairs of greedy eyes.
"You're lying! There's clearly some braised pig's trotters on the table behind you!"
Cui Ming's eyes widened with anger as he roared inside.
"Bitch, open the door quickly and let us in to warm up. Take out all the food from your refrigerator!"
"Yes, let us in."
"If you don't open the door now, you'll be in big trouble if we open it later!"
The starving people began to threaten.
"This is my home. You want to come in? Don't you think you have the ability?" Lin Lang said sarcastically.
The ten people tinkered at the door for another ten minutes, and Cui Ming asked one person to go downstairs to contact the welder at home.
The irritable Cui Ming roared outside: "Lin Lang, you bitch, open the door quickly, otherwise we won't let you go!"
"Then come in, I'll wait." Lin Lang had an expression that said, "You are just single-celled organisms."
Lin Lang's ridicule and sarcasm made Cui Ming a little crazy.
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
He snatched the machete from the yellow-haired man's hand and chopped at the window, trying to cut a gap through it.
"Crack!" The machete broke, but there was not even a mark on the window.
Lin Lang pressed another key, the window closed, and a black gun muzzle appeared in its place.
Cui Ming and his friends didn't bring any lighting equipment, so they didn't even notice that there was a black hole facing them.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"
The sound of breaking air made Cui Ming and others unable to react, and they smelled a stench of feces.
"ah!"
"ah!
Screams of pain echoed in the dark corridor.
People were terrified and felt like they were hit by something.
The lighter lit up, and as the flame flickered, people found that they were more or less pierced with thick iron skewers used for barbecue, all of which were rusty and smelled of feces.
Huangmao was horrified to find that his forehead was a little cold and painful, and blood was flowing down his forehead. Then Huangmao found that Cui Ming was standing and lying on his eyes.
Before I could figure it out, there was no movement.
The henchman tremblingly felt the yellow-haired man's breath, then suddenly pulled his hand back.
"Cui...Brother Cui...Brother Biao is dead"
Huangmao is dead.
Not only was Huang Mao dead, but the locksmith and another of Huang Mao's henchmen were also dead. All of them had been pierced through the forehead with iron skewers.
Several other people had iron sticks as thick as chopsticks stuck in their arms, stomachs and legs!
They tried to pull the skewer out, but the spiral grooves on the skewer pulled the meat out with it.
Pull it out, it hurts!
It hurts if you don’t pull it out!
"Lin Lang, you stinky bitch! You're plotting against me!"
Cui Ming was cursing outside.
The iron skewers were originally prepared for Jin Zhe and Liu Lingling, but Cui Ming bumped into them.
However, he was lucky, and the iron skewer brushed past the one-eye and flew out.
In order to teach Jin Zhe a lesson, Lin Lang soaked an iron skewer in feces in the space.
Not only will it rust quickly, but it will also be contaminated by bacteria in feces.
The rusty iron stick has penetrated so deep. If it is not treated and becomes infected, the patient will just have to wait for death.
The remaining seven people supported each other and returned to the 22nd floor. They did not bring back the bodies of Huangmao and the other two people, but simply threw them in front of Lin Lang's door.
The disgusted Lin Lang was thrown downstairs
At this time, Zheng Haomei was secretly hiding instant noodles.
I was so scared when I heard the sound of the key opening the door that I dropped my instant noodles on the ground.
Cui Ming and the others were in no mood to pay attention to her. They only heard Cui Ming shouting:
"Come and help"
Only then did Zheng Haomei walk over tremblingly to help.
"Whose phone still has battery? Ask who in the group is a doctor or nurse."
"No, Chen Lei on the 30th floor is a doctor."
One of the men said.
"Go, call Chen Lei over." Cui Ming gave Zheng Haomei a direct order.
Zheng Haomei actually followed Cui Ming's instructions and really invited Chen Lei over.
Chen Lei walked in with a medicine box and saw that it was Cui Ming and the others. He was not very willing to treat them, but he did not show it on his face.
Chen Lei frowned and said, "I can help you, but you need to exchange supplies."
Ma Zai naturally agreed, and now he should be the one to decide the supplies of this house.
"Okay, this is for you." The man picked up the instant noodles on the ground and handed them to Chen Lei.
Chen Lei began to treat his wound and gave him penicillin.
"Go back and get the things for Doctor Chen yourselves!" The man was a little proud. Brother Biao was dead, and he had the final say over the things in this house.
The other people looked at each other, and then looked at Cui Ming.
Cui Ming immediately picked up the machete and put it across the man's neck.
"From now on, I have the final say in this room. Do you understand?"
"I understand. I understand."
As soon as Ma Zai finished speaking, Cui Ming exerted force and Ma Zai fell to the ground holding his neck.
Pointing at Cui Ming, he died with his eyes open.
Cui Ming didn't care at all, and turned to Chen Lei and asked:
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