The stainless steel door full of iron spikes was slowly opened, followed by the sound of steady footsteps.

For some reason, everyone's throat tightened and they tensed up unconsciously.

The 18th floor had killed someone before, they saw it with their own eyes.

Here they come, a pair of slender and straight legs, a sharp Tang sword.

The 18th floor was really ruthless, they actually sent that little girl who killed people without blinking an eye to lead the charge, what a beast!

The second one was said to be the national Sanda champion among college students, who could blow someone's head off with one punch.

Look, professional Sanda outfit, the boxing gloves were bigger than a casserole.

Next came two men, one holding a baseball bat, and the other - uh, a mace!

The mace was a modified wooden baseball bat with rusty sharp iron spikes.

If you get hit by it, you will definitely see the King of Hell if you don't get a cold. The one who

dominated the show was the height and appearance representative of the 18th floor, with a neat and tidy crew cut, a stern and handsome face, a cold grey casual suit, and his hands in his trouser pockets.

It seemed that he was not here to fight, but to relax on the weekend.

What made people even more angry was that the dogs came too!

These beasts said there was no food, but it was only a short time ago, and they have already raised the stray dogs to be fat and strong.

While being filled with righteous indignation, people became more greedy, and they regretted it.

They should not have asked for only one-third, but all of it!

They want all the supplies on the 18th floor, including this dog!

Now is the end of the world, dogs should be eaten by humans, but it ate the food that should belong to them.

After we clean up the 18th floor, we will use it to make dog meat stew!

Everyone is ready to go, secretly drooling, as if victory is already beckoning.

However, when He Zhian saw the equipment on the 18th floor, his heart skipped a beat. They were unwilling to give up the food.

"He, the building manager, what do you mean by bringing so many people to pry open our door?"

Jiang Ning looked around at the crowd crowded in the corridor on the 17th floor. The old, weak, women and children were not there. All those who showed up were men. They either held weapons openly or hid them in their clothes.

One building, a crowd of people.

Some have rosy complexions, some look pale.

No matter what their situations are, they all set their sights on the 18th floor.

Jiang Ning looked at their faces one by one, and indeed found the shadows of Yang Weicong and others in the crowd.

Haha, they have lost weight, their eyes are full of hunger for food, their faces are pale and their expressions are decadent, and they no longer have the cool image of the school hunk in the past.

Seeing the 18th floor putting on such a posture, He Zhian felt uneasy and said with a smile on his face: "Xiao Jiang, we are here to discuss things, why are you making such a big fuss?"

Jiang Ning was too lazy to practice Tai Chi, "There is nothing you want on the 18th floor. Even if there is a little bit, we exchanged our lives for it. Don't even think about it."

"Look at what you said. We really have no way to survive, so we came up to borrow food from you."

Although there are more people on his side, He Zhian did not want to use force. He retreated and said, "In the face of a disaster, we must unite as one. Those who have food should contribute food, and those who have strength should contribute strength. Only in this way can we survive, right?

In this special period, we decided not to give up or give up. We will gather all the supplies together and eat and drink together in the future. We will never let anyone in the building starve to death.

Everyone else has handed in everything, and you on the 18th floor can't be treated specially, right?"

Listening to his high-sounding words, Jiang Ning sneered, "What if we don't hand in?"

"If it's really not possible, you can lend us one third of the grain. We'll pay you back when we get through the difficulties." He Zhian's expression froze, and he tried to put on a smile. "If you don't believe me, we can write an IOU."

"No."

That meant there was no room for negotiation, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

Relying on the fact that they were in large numbers, some people took the opportunity to threaten them, "Building Manager, why bother talking to them? Just pry the door open and rush in!"

"Yes, pry the door open. They were the ones who were unkind first, don't blame us for being unfair!"

"Xiao Jiang, let me urge you to think about it. We all live in the same building. There's no need to make

things so awkward." He Zhian was secretly happy in his heart, but he looked earnest and pretended to be very embarrassed, "It's not like you are short of supplies. What's wrong with sharing some with us?

If you insist on eating alone, even if I agree, they won't agree. You're really making it very difficult for me."

Jiang Ning threatened, "Come on, those who want to pry the door open, come here."

"Go ahead and pry it open. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The man with the crowbar was so hungry that he rushed towards the door.

Jiang Ning did not draw his knife, but took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at the man's head through the iron fence, "If you move again."

"Ah, a gun, she has a gun!"

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

Then, they retreated one after another, fearing that the bullet would hit them.

He Zhian's face turned pale, "Xiao Jiang, what are you doing!"

Jiang Ning looked around coldly, "What do you want?"

"Let's talk about it nicely." He Zhian's heart was beating wildly with fear, "Don't be impulsive."

Jiang Ning smiled, "Don't worry, I've never been so calm as today." "

It's just a bluff, a plastic toy gun."

A voice suddenly rang out in the crowd.

The voice was deliberately pinched, hoarse and low.

Jiang Ning called out the man by name, "Yang Weicong, if you are a man, get out of here. Why are you hiding in the crowd and pretending to be a bear?"

Yang Weicong was so angry that he tried his best to hide behind him and put on a hat, but he was still recognized by Jiang Ning.

He walked out with a sullen face and angrily accused him, "Jiang Ning, I didn't expect you to become like this today. You are so selfish and self-interested. You are not without food. What's wrong with sharing some to help everyone?"

"What's wrong with me being selfish?" Jiang Ning curled his lips and sneered, "I didn't steal or rob. I got all the supplies by myself. You are not like me who sells your ass for food and always thinks about what's in a woman's bowl."

In the end times, staying alive is the most important thing. What's the value of face? How much is dignity worth?

At first it was a woman, and later there was a good-looking young man. It was no big deal after I figured it out.

It's not shameful to survive. It's

OK if we keep it to ourselves, but it's another matter to say it out loud.

After hearing Jiang Ning's words, he suddenly laughed unkindly, and his eyes changed when he looked at Yang Weicong.

The end of the world is coming, the law has collapsed, and morality has fallen.

Most of those who have a lot of surplus food in their hands are not good people. They are trapped by the flood and have nowhere to go, so they have to find excitement to kill time, and they eat both men and women.

Yang Weicong looks gentle and is born to be a gigolo, so it's normal for him to be looked at.

"Jiang Ning, you are talking nonsense again." Yang Weicong's nose was crooked with anger. He rushed up and roared, "Do you really think I dare not beat you?"

As if afraid of his impotent rage, Jiang Ning directly opened the door and shook the gun in his hand at him, "Come, come here."

The door opened, and the manic Yang Weicong instantly became silent.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "Don't be fooled, she has a plastic toy in her hand."