Before the doomsday, I owned an amazing caravan

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But Zhao Xi didn't expect that in the end, many people in the hotel did not starve to death, nor did they drown in floods... but died in the riots, in the fights and killings between the two.

At around twelve o'clock in the evening, people who had been crowded all day couldn't help but start to feel sleepy, and the noisy voices gradually became quieter until they were completely silent.

Physically and mentally exhausted, no one wanted to talk anymore, and many people began to doze off uncontrollably.

"Bang bang——"

The time came to two o'clock in the morning, and after several gunshots, there was a burst of women's screams, breaking the finally silent top space.

Then, more people came, and panicked voices sounded one after another. Almost everyone was awakened by the sudden movement. Zhao Xi also straightened up early and looked warily towards the place where the gunshots were heard in the middle of the hotel.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Gunshots rang out again, and the crowd fell silent for an instant.

Seven or eight young men in their twenties and thirties stood on the long cabinet in the middle of the original cafeteria. The firearms held by three of them were exactly those of the three original soldiers.

"Everyone, listen up. We have taken care of the three soldiers guarding the place. My men and I will take over this place now. Those who don't want to die and those who want to live must listen to us."

These people found a loudspeaker from somewhere, but the arrogant words coming from the loudspeaker silenced the crowd.

No one spoke in the darkness, and no one resisted. This made the man who spoke very satisfied, and began to direct the people who entered to clear their place.

The position where Zhao Xi was squeezed was at the edge of the restaurant, with countless heads separated from where those people were. Now, except that the people around him were even more crowded, he was not affected at all.

Standing against the transparent glass window, Zhao Xi saw that the flood outside had increased a lot.

As time passed, Zhao Xi also learned what the thugs were doing. They directed the crowd to collect wooden building materials and prepare to build an escape raft.

Another day later, the water level had spread to the stairs on the 20th floor, and the water level outside had reached less than half a meter below the glass window.

By this time, most people in the hotel were tired and hungry.

"Boss, these rafts are enough for us. There are two more rafts. We can't use them even after they are built. Should we ask them to stop work?"

"Hehe. Who says it's useless? Keep building it. There are still so many people here!"

Zhang Qiang, who was called the boss, had an unshaven beard and a fierce look on his face. He was sitting on a recliner at the moment, holding the woman in his arms, and this woman was Wang Qingqing.

"Boss, when did you become so kind..."

"Pah~" Before the man could finish his words, he was staggered by another man slapped on the back of his head.

"Idiot, what the boss means is..." The person who photographed the person was Zhang Qiang's "dog-headed military advisor" Wang An, who is the current second-in-command of this group. After patting the person, Wang An began to mutter and explain Zhang Qiang's story to this younger brother.

mean.

"That's it, boss, I'll tell the brothers to do it right now." After hearing Wang An's words, the younger brother's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhang Qiang also showed a satisfied look.

This group of people are unemployed people in society. They usually hang out in nightclubs and bars and work as thugs for some bosses.

Zhang Qiang is also one of them, he is considered a little boss among the gangsters.

At the beginning of the natural disaster, Zhang Qiang could still rely on stealing and robbing to eat and drink. However, since the army came, the good days have come to an end. Every year, he can only queue up to receive the uneaten and unsatisfactory survival supplies.

Zhang Qiang had long been dissatisfied with the management of the army. After the flood came, he took advantage of the darkness to gather men and finally took care of the three soldiers when they relaxed their vigilance last night.

Unfortunately, Wang Qingqing and Liu Meng were in a location near where they were rioting.

However, Wang Qingqing was not pulled over by Zhang Qiang. At this time, Zhang Qiang was thinking more about how to escape.

But Wang Qingqing came to her door on her own initiative. She looked good. At first glance, she looked like the kind of woman who would sit in an office building. Zhang Qiang lived at the bottom. Normally, a woman like Wang Qingqing would not be interested in him, but at this time, she was very gentle and affectionate towards him.

Zhang Qiang felt a great sense of self-satisfaction in his heart, and Wang Qingqing also successfully attached to Zhang Qiang.

Liu Meng sat in the corner of the counter holding her aching arm. Her dislocated arm was repaired by a doctor sent by Zhang Qiang, but the muscle was strained and needed recovery.

At this moment, Liu Meng secretly looked at Wang Qingqing who was being touched by Zhang Qiang, her eyes full of guilt.

Several times I thought of saying something to stop Zhang Qiang's behavior, but I always felt discouraged under Wang Qingqing's eyes.

Sister Qingqing said that only by relying on this person can her arm be cured and her chances of surviving will be greater.

After the rafts were built, it was time to open the huge glass windows of the hotel. This group of people directed the crowd to make way and dragged the rafts one by one to the glass windows and lined them up.

Zhao Xi squeezed into the crowd and looked at the neatly arranged rafts, three in a row and four in a row, totaling twelve.

After several loud crashes, three huge glass windows were broken open one after another.

The wind outside mixed with the rain began to pour in. The water level had almost risen to the bottom of the glass window, and the crowd was commotion again.

Zhang Qiang and his brothers occupied the three rafts in the first row.

Zhang Qiang stood on the largest raft in the middle. The younger brother immediately handed over the big speaker, and Zhang Qiang started shouting at the crowd with the speaker.

Following Zhang Qiang's words, people looked hotly at the empty raft on the ground behind Zhang Qiang and the others.

Someone wanted to jump directly on, but was shot dead by Zhang Qiang and others. After several people died, no one dared to jump on the empty raft at will.

If you want to board these rafts, you must show your loyalty to Zhang Qiang and others and prove that you are a capable person. Old and weak women and children are useless people, and Zhang Qiang will not allow them to occupy seats.

In fact, the reason Zhang Qiang was able to make up his mind to kill the three soldiers was because he heard the three soldiers' plan to build a raft to take everyone out.

However, the wood was limited and it was impossible for thousands of people to escape. The three soldiers discussed that women and children should escape first. Zhang Qiang overheard and felt that this would completely cut off his own way of life, so...

The water covered the ground on the 20th floor. Zhang Qiang sat in the middle of the raft and looked at the melee in the distance with satisfaction.

If you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die.

Why should you give up the opportunity to escape to others casually? Thinking of the idea of ​​the three soldiers giving up the raft to the old, weak, women and children, Zhang Qiang sighed. Zhang Qiang decided to do the opposite today. The strong will survive and the weak will survive.

Death. If you want to get on his raft, you must be a winner and be able to be used by him.

Zhao Xi hid in a corner with a group of old, weak, women and children who did not participate in the raft grabbing, and quietly watched thousands of people trampling and killing each other. From time to time, someone fell into the water, and screams could not be heard...

A bolt of lightning struck, cold light shone through, and a foot of water on the ground was faintly visible, dyed red...