In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

"What are you doing? Has robbing supplies become so blatant?"

Her voice was slightly cold, and the sharp Tang Dao in her hand made many people feel a little reluctant to retreat, but after seeing that she was just a slender woman, they threw away the fear in their minds.

So what if I hold a knife? I'm afraid you don't even have the guts to kill a chicken, right? It's just used to scare people.

Everyone was thinking this, and looked at Song Jinhe with a bit more disdain.

The man closest to Cheng Qianhuai was the building manager Zhao Yiming. He was wrapped in a slightly worn cotton coat, his hair was greasy and stuck to his scalp, and he was holding the backpack on Cheng Qianhuai's shoulder with one hand and refused to let go.

"I've never seen you before. Are you also a resident on the 18th floor?"

He looked Song Jinhe up and down, but his hand holding the backpack did not relax at all.

Nodding his head very naturally, Song Jinhe continued to approach them: "So what if I'm from the 18th floor? Let go, the 18th floor doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?"

Zhao Yiming motioned to the man standing beside him to come over and hold the backpack for him, while he clapped his hands and took two steps towards Song Jinhe.

"No intersection? Isn't Building 18 a part of Building 3?"

Song Jinhe laughed out loud: "Where did you come from? We on the 18th floor have never eaten any of your food, nor have we asked you for help. How can we be part of it?

Don't talk about trying to gain benefits from us, let people go, otherwise don't blame me for taking action directly. "

Zhao Yiming's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold: "Since you are dragging Building 3, you have an obligation to contribute to Building 3.

I asked you to join forces before, and no one of you responded to me. Now that we finally meet, why don't we have a good chat? "

He looked at Song Jinhe and then at Cheng Qianhuai: "You two are still fat and fair, and you look good. Are you living a good life?

Looking at a group of us struggling hard downstairs, don’t you have eyes and a heart?”

Song Jinhe stood against the wall with a sarcastic smile on his face: "What? Does our stuff have anything to do with you?

You all are so thick-skinned, do you still want to let others support you? It’s too beautiful to think about, right? "

Zhao Yiming's little thoughts were exposed openly, and he simply did not want to continue to be hypocritical with Song Jinhe, so he expressed his thoughts directly.

"Ask this man to take out the supplies he found and divide them equally. Seeing that he has done a good job in searching for supplies, you two can also share it. If you go out to search for supplies with us in the future, it will be considered an apology.

You two must also bring out all the food at home. We are all part of Building 3, and it is our duty to help each other. There is no reason why you should watch us starve to death instead of saying that you are living a good life. "

Song Jinhe fiddled with his well-manicured nails, and his water-onion-like fingers traced the handle of the knife, giving off bursts of cold light.

"You just want the two of us to be taken advantage of and serve you a bunch of losers. Is that what you mean?"

Li Mianmian, who was standing aside and watching, naturally noticed that the atmosphere between them was tense and quickly stepped forward to stand in front of Song Jinhe.

"We don't mean this beauty, but at the end of the world, human beings should help each other. Since you have supplies, how can you not care about other people's lives or lives?

We are all survivors. Seeing that there is more and more water outside, we must not start internal strife. "

She carefully glanced at Song Jinhe's expression, and when she saw no reaction, she took a deep breath and spoke again.

"No matter how much supplies you have, won't they one day run out? It's such a mess outside now. When you run out of supplies, don't you still have to go out and look for them yourself?

If you have never been out, you don’t know. People outside are grabbing things like crazy. We have spent a lot of time searching for these supplies. You and this gentleman will definitely not be able to come back safely.

Join us and go out to search for supplies safer. Everyone helps each other and gets along happily like a family. Isn’t that good? "

Song Jinhe sneered: "There is no way to come back safely? Then how do you think he came back after going out alone?"

She raised her chin to signal Li Mianmian to take a look at Cheng Qianhuai, which made the woman blush.

She stammered and didn't know how to respond, but a voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"He must have been secretly following us and taking advantage of our power! Otherwise, how could he have found more supplies than us? He must have done this because of our help!"

It was obviously an unfounded statement, but more people quickly joined him.

"That's right, can he come back safely without us? I'm afraid he stole all these supplies from us when we weren't paying attention!

Come back quickly! These supplies should be given to us! "

More and more people were clamoring. They relied on their large numbers. Cheng Qianhuai was unable to spare his hands to resist due to lack of supplies. Song Jinhe didn't seem to be a threat, so his voice became louder.

Song Jinhe didn't want to continue to tangle with these people, so he raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Yiming, who was closest to him.

"Will you let him go or not?"

"Take out all the supplies you have, and this gentleman will naturally be able to go home clean and tidy."

Song Jinhe sneered: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

She raised the Tang Dao and slashed directly at Zhao Yiming. The other party did not expect that she would attack directly, so he subconsciously took a step back, but did not avoid it at all.

The tip of the knife cut directly into his right shoulder, and a few drops of blood spattered on the ground. The painful wailing made the survivors present tremble with fear.

Li Mianmian screamed: "Ah! How dare you hurt someone! We will call the police!"

She hurriedly ran forward to support Zhao Yiming, but she never thought that Song Jinhe did not stop and instead attacked Zhao Yiming's face again.

Everyone saw her intention clearly, she had no intention of letting the building leader leave alive.

The people who were holding Cheng Qianhuai quickly stepped forward to stop Song Jinhe. Cheng Qianhuai, who was now free, kicked them away and rolled down the stairs in pain, unable to stand up at all.

Song Jinhe pushed Li Mianmian away, kicked Zhao Yiming to the ground and stepped on his injured shoulder: "Drink some dirty water. You are arrogant. If you dare to mess with your father and me, your life or death will be uncertain."

After saying that, he raised the blade and aimed to stab him in the eye. The other person screamed in pain and surrendered: "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong.

I shouldn't threaten you, please let me go, please! "

Suddenly there was a fishy smell that was difficult to ignore even with a mask on. Song Jinhe lowered his head and saw that this man was so timid that he wet his pants out of fright.

She ran away immediately, not wanting to get close to him again, and pulled the mask on her face in disgust.

What bad luck!

Cheng Qianhuai stepped forward to block her view of Zhao Yiming: "Don't look, it will dirty your eyes."

Song Jinhe nodded cooperatively, but did not turn around and leave. Instead, he walked up to the group of people cowering in the corner, picked up the bloody Tang knife and shook it.