Natural Disasters At The Beginning, I Won By Hoarding Tens Of Billions Of Supplies

The stainless steel iron door filled with iron thorns was slowly opened, followed by the sound of steady footsteps.

For some reason, everyone's throats tightened, and they unconsciously became nervous.

The 18th floor has killed people, they have seen it with their own eyes.

Come, come, a pair of slender straight legs, a sharp Tang knife.

The 18th floor is really ruthless, to send that murderous little girl to take the lead, she is simply a beast!

The second place is said to be the national Sanda champion of college students, who can knock other people's heads off with one punch.

Look, the professional boxing suit, the glove is bigger than the casserole.

Next came two men, one with a baseball bat and the other—er, a mace!

The mace is a modified wooden baseball bat full of rusty sharp iron nails.

If you are beaten with a stick, you will be guaranteed to see the king of Hades if you don't have a tetanus.

The finale is the representative of the height and appearance of the 18th floor, with a clean cut cut, a stern handsome face, wearing cool gray casual clothes, with his hands in his trouser pockets.

It seems that he is not here to fight, but to go out and relax on the big weekend.

What's even more infuriating is that the dog is here too!

These beasts also said that there was no food, so how long did it take to raise the stray dogs to become fat and strong.

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

They should not only want one-third, but all of them!

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

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

After cleaning up the 18th floor, use it to make dog meat stew!

Everyone was gearing up, drooling secretly, as if victory was beckoning.

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

"Master He, what do you mean by bringing so many people to pry our door?"

Jiang Ning looked around at the crowd crowded in the aisle on the 17th floor. The old, weak, women and children did not come, and all the men who showed up were either holding weapons openly or hiding in their clothes.

A building, all living beings.

Some are ruddy, some are disheveled.

No matter what their situation is, they all stare at the 18th floor without exception.

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

Heh, I lost weight, my eyes are full of hunger and thirst for food, my face is full of disheveled looks, and I don't have the chic image of the old school grass.

Seeing this stance on the 18th floor, He Zhian felt terrified, and said with a smile on his face, "Xiao Jiang, we are here to discuss things, what are you doing with such a big formation?"

Jiang Ning was too lazy to practice Tai Chi, "There is nothing you want on the 18th floor. Even if there are a few bits and pieces, it is our life in exchange for it. You can't make up your mind."

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

Although there are many people on his side, He Zhian does not want to be violent, and retreats as his way forward: "In the face of adversity, we must unite as one, and those who have food contribute food, and those who have strength contribute strength, so that we can survive, right?

During the special period, we decided not to abandon or give up. We gathered all the supplies and ate and drank together in the future, so that no one in the building would starve to death.

Everyone else has handed in everything, you can't do something special on the 18th floor, can you? "

Hearing his high-sounding words, Jiang Ning sneered, "Why don't we pay?"

"It's really not possible, you can borrow one-third of the food, and we will pay it back when we get through the difficulties." He Zhian froze, trying to smile a little, "If you don't believe me, we can write an IOU."

"No borrowing."

That meant there was nothing to talk about, and the atmosphere froze instantly.

Due to the large number of people, someone took the opportunity to speak harshly, "Building Chief, what nonsense are you talking to them, just break open the door and rush up!"

"Yes, break open the door. They are the ones who are unkind, don't blame us for being unrighteous!"

"Xiao Jiang, I advise you to think about it. There is no need to be so stiff because they are all in the same building?"

He Zhian was secretly happy in his heart, but on his face he was earnest, pretending to be embarrassed, "It's not that you don't have supplies, what's wrong with sharing some with us?

If you insist on eating alone, even if I agree, they will not agree. You really make it difficult for me to do so. "

Jiang Ning said, "Come on, the one who wants to pry open the door."

"Pry it, just pry it, are you afraid that you won't succeed?"

The man with the crowbar was so hungry that he came to the door.

Jiang Ning didn't draw the knife, but took out a guy from his pocket, and pointed at the man's head through the iron fence, "You move again."

"Ah, gun, she has a gun!"

There was an exclamation in the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, they backed away one after another, for fear that the bullet would not hit them.

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

Jiang Ning looked around coldly, "It's what you want."

"Speak up if you have something to say." He Zhian's heart was beating wildly with fright, "Don't be impulsive."

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

"Blurring, plastic toy guns."

In the crowd of black and white, a voice suddenly sounded.

Deliberately squeezed his throat, hoarse and low.

Jiang Ning pointed out his surname, "Yang Weicong, get out if it's a man, and pretend to be a bear."

Yang Weicong was so angry that he tried to hide as much as possible and put on a hat, but Jiang Ning still recognized him.

He came out with a livid face, accusing angrily: "Jiang Ning, I didn't expect you to become what you are today. You are so selfish and self-interested. It's not that you don't have food. Why don't you distribute it to help everyone?"

"What's wrong with me being selfish?" Jiang Ning sneered, "I don't steal or rob, I find all the supplies by myself, unlike you who sell your butt for food and love to miss what's in a woman's bowl."

In the last days, living is the most important thing, what is shame, and how much is dignity worth?

At first it was a woman, and later there was a good-looking young man, and it didn't matter if I figured it out.

Live, don't be ashamed.

It's fine to tell each other tacitly, but it's another matter to say it.

Hearing Jiang Ning's words, he suddenly laughed unkindly, and the look in Yang Weicong's eyes changed.

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

Those who have a lot of surplus food in their hands are mostly not good people. They are trapped by the flood and have nowhere to go. They can't find stimulation to pass the time. Both men and women eat it.

Yang Weicong looks gentle, he is born with a handsome face, so it is normal to be looked at.

"Jiang Ning, talk nonsense again." Yang Weicong's nose was twisted in anger, and he rushed forward and roared, "Do you really think I dare not beat you?"

As if afraid of his impotent rage, Jiang Ning opened the door directly, shaking the gun in his hand, "Come on, come here."

The door opened, and the manic Yang Weicong misfired instantly.

Seeing everyone looking at him in unison, he gritted his teeth and said bravely: "Everyone, don't be fooled, what she holds is a plastic toy."