Chapter 259: Not Enough to Share and Not Enough to Eat
As both of them wanted to grab the food, they used considerable force in their hands, and the aunt instantly felt a tearing pain in her lower body.
She screamed in fear, held the food tightly with both hands, turned her body over, and kicked the two men's hands hard with her feet.
Trying to kick them away.
At this moment, three more people rushed over. They pounced on the aunt and used their hands and feet to reach into her arms.
The bag containing the food was torn in an instant, and some of the food inside spilled out. A person quickly grabbed the spilled food.
He just stuffed it into his mouth without thinking. This was all the food he had, and it was not enough to eat or share.
"Stop snatching... Everyone calm down, don't be like this, that bitch just wants to see us kill each other, don't fall for her trick."
There was still someone who could stay sober at this time. He did not fight for it like everyone else, but instead advised others.
But no one could listen to these words at this time. They were afraid that they would not be able to grab any, so they did not stop their actions at all.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade them, the man stepped forward and pushed away the person who was pressing on the aunt, "Stop fighting, everyone calm down."
"Although the food is little, if we distribute it evenly, everyone can have a few bites," he said in a vain attempt to persuade them.
"Ah..." the aunt screamed again and then she died. She was pressed down by the crowd. Each of the dozen people stepped on and touched her.
She couldn't escape even if she wanted to.
But her death only stopped everyone for three seconds, and then they began to scramble even more frantically.
The sound of the knife cutting into flesh rang out, blood splattered, and the man fell to the ground on his back, "You..."
There was disbelief in his eyes, and even when he breathed his last, his eyes were still wide open.
"So it was you who took the knife..." Everyone was frightened at this moment, and their eyes were all looking at the man holding the knife.
After killing one person, he did not stop, raised the knife in his hand and stabbed at the person in front of him, "I told you to fight with me, get out of here."
He shouted loudly, raised his hand to grab the shoulder of the man in front of him, and stabbed him in the stomach more than ten times with the knife in his hand.
The man looked at the man helplessly, his mouth wide open, his eyes filled with despair, and blood soaked his clothes.
The man holding the knife didn't know where he got the strength from at this moment, and he threw the man he stabbed to death away casually like a chicken.
At this time, everyone was frightened by him and moved to the sides, not daring to get close.
The scattered food on the ground was exposed. The man holding the knife squatted down, grabbed the food on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
Because those people had been fighting so fiercely, the food packaging bag had been torn, and a piece of compressed biscuit crumbs were scattered on the ground.
Ignoring the blood on his hands, the man scraped the ground with his hands, scraping all the food residues together, then grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth.
The blood on his hands was like water, the biscuit crumbs mixed with the blood, and the man licked his palms with his tongue.
He swallowed the blood as well and licked it with satisfaction.
"It's fun, this is what it's like. Remember, only one of you can get out alive..." There was joy in her voice.
What he said made everyone feel cold all over.
At this time, the room was silent, with only the sound of the man eating. He ate as if no one was around, slashing with the dagger in his hand.
Don't let people get close.
At this time, everyone's eyes were filled with fear, their gazes met, and they saw that the food was about to be eaten.
One of them took off his coat. His coat was a little big when it was stretched out, and the man grabbed the sleeves on both sides with his hands.
He carefully approached the back of the man holding the knife and threw the coat over his head. The man who was eating also stopped what he was doing.
His dagger slashed behind him, and his other hand pulled at the coat covering his head, "What are you waiting for? Come on."
The man shouted anxiously, without moving back. Instead, he pulled his sleeves with both hands and twisted them around the neck of the man holding the knife.
Then both sides exerted force at the same time, and the man holding the knife felt as if a rope was tied around his neck, and he could hardly breathe.
At this moment, the hand holding the dagger stopped slashing. Instead, he used both hands to pull hard at the coat around his neck, only making a small hole.
He began to breathe heavily.
At this time, the people around him had also reacted. They grabbed his sleeves and pulled them to both sides.
The small gap that the man holding the knife had just struggled to create closed again in an instant. His eyeballs rolled up instantly due to the strangulation, and while struggling, he used the dagger in his hand to slash at the coat on his neck.
His desire to survive reached its peak, but not only did he fail to cut his coat, the dagger also cut a deep gash in his throat.
Suddenly blood spurted out.
“Ahhhhhhh…”
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