Yang Weicong said to everyone to come together, but his body was as firm as a rock and refused to move an inch.

This was embarrassing.

Before, they had to pry the door open, but now no one dared to go in.

He Zhian was extremely embarrassed and secretly cursed these cowards.

Being roasted on the fire, he gritted his teeth and said: "Jiang Ning, even if you have a gun in your hand, it's only seven bullets. Can you really stop so many people?"

Yes, everyone came to their senses and shouted again, "Yes, she only has seven bullets, we are not afraid of the ball!"

"Really don't be afraid, it's just seven lives." Jiang Ning looked at them and sneered: "Who is willing to sacrifice himself and help Director He, all stand up, I promise to satisfy you.

By then, he will eat meat and drink wine, and your wives and children will starve to death."

"Jiang Ning, what do you mean by this?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to pick seven people who are willing to die."

Jiang Ning took a few steps forward and walked out of the stairs, and put the cold muzzle of the gun against He Zhian's head, "As the building manager, you must sacrifice first, so let's start with you."

The muzzle of the gun was cold, and it was not the cheap plastic texture against He Zhian's forehead.

His heart was suffocated instantly, and 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 is messing around. You bring people up to threaten the 18th floor again and again. Do you really think the 18th floor is a soft persimmon?"

Jiang Ning's eyes were like knives, "I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble. You have been causing trouble again and again, so I can only reciprocate."

After 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 miserable scream suddenly came from the staircase.

"Ah, someone is being killed, someone is being killed..."

The people crowded at the staircase were in a panic and desperately squeezed 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 rushed out like lightning, knocked Yang Weicong, who was escaping in the chaos, down, opened his bloody mouth and bit him hard.

"Ah..."

Screaming, escaping, dodging, took turns in the crowded aisle.

Someone squeezed in from the staircase, holding his bleeding neck tightly with his hands, and fell down before he took a few steps. He kept twitching on the ground, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he kept breathing with his mouth open...

Jiang Ning shouted, "Cola!"

The dog was ferocious, biting Yang Weicong until he bled, then stopped and rushed upstairs.

The moment it jumped in, Jiang Ning quickly pulled the door and locked it, blocking the swarm of people outside.

The collision and squeezing, several people were knocked against the door welded with iron nails, and let out a creepy scream.

The incident happened suddenly, and many people didn't have time to be on guard.

Through the iron fence, a man with a crazy look on his face was seen holding a bloodstained kitchen knife, swinging and hacking at people randomly, 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 and couldn't use them. They wanted to resist but accidentally hacked their own people.

The madman didn't care at all, and kept swinging and hacking with red eyes. For a while, the corridor on the 17th floor was like hell on earth.

"Open the door and let us in."

"Please, help me..."

Many people were scared and kept banging on the doors of the residents on the 17th floor, hoping that they would open the door and take shelter.

Including the one who asked for the 18th floor, who was so ferocious just now, now he is like a frightened bird, constantly struggling.

Facing death, all are scared out of their wits.

Jiang Ning did not open the door. She looked numbly through the iron fence, coldly watching everything outside.

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

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

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

There were also a few fat and strong ruthless characters, who raised their knives and chopped at the madman.

The sharp knife slashed at his body, back, hands and feet...

The blood-soaked madman was not afraid at all, and seemed to have no 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 attacked the enemy with 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...

Other people who reacted swung steel pipes or machetes at his head, bursting out with ferocity and shattering his body into pieces.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot sounded.

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

It was not Jiang Ning who fired, but shot from behind her.

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

Their pupils trembled. It was amazing that he could shoot in the head even in such a mess.

Huo Yishen looked solemn, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

He did not shoot again, but turned to go upstairs.

A bullet stopped the slaughter abruptly.

There were wailing all over the 17th floor. He Zhian and Yang Weicong, who fell to the ground, were not chopped, but were constantly squeezed and collapsed. They were unconscious in a pool of blood. No one knew whether they were alive or dead.

Kele was not convinced and wanted to rush out to fight.

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

"Save me, save me..."

Someone who was chopped asked Jiang Ning for help.

The scene was horrible, with injuries from slashing, trampling, crushing, accidental injuries, and being 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?

After curing them, rush to the 18th floor?

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

Zheng Weili and others were shocked, and felt a little reluctant, but when they thought of their violent threats just now, the kindness in their hearts was instantly wiped out.

Believe it or not, they will only forget the pain after the wound heals.

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

Several people exchanged glances, then turned around and went upstairs silently, ignoring their angry pleas or scolding.

The three-layer stainless steel door closed, and the sound weakened a lot.

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

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

Zheng Weili took it and immediately found that the cat was greasy, "Fake?"

"Where can I get a real one?"

The gun just now was real, but Jiang Ning played a trick and replaced it.

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

"I accidentally found it when I went out to find dog food last time. I have another one there. I'll give this one to you to scare people."