Wang Linkang knew the man who was tied up.

I have forgotten the specific name, but I only remember that when he came to buy a house, he was accompanied by many family members. There are young and beautiful wives, gray-haired parents, and a pair of very cute twins...... Now, only he is left.

Those eyes were full of despair, and they had lost the traces of what a human being should be. He was alive, but he was like a piece of unconscious log. Even when the villagers let go of the ropes, he still didn't react, and sat down on the ground in a daze.

Wang Linkang can understand all the pain in this man's heart. Watching one's beloved family members being killed one by one and then eaten, fear and anger become the only thoughts left in the brain. His tense nerves had long since collapsed, and he was not sane or conscious, nor could he think of any revenge.

He was mad and stupid. At that time, he was already abnormal and lost his mind.

Even if you're a madman, you can still eat it.

The chubby village chief handed a knife to Wang Linkang, and told him with a smile: It should be delicious while it is fresh. There is not much difference between human blood and pig blood, get a little salt and sprinkle it in a basin, put some water to condense, it is ready-made blood tofu. The smell of the offal is very fishy, so it is necessary to wash it with water. If you have seasoning, you can put more of it.

Wang Linkang understood what the village chief meant at that time.

He actually wanted to drag himself into the water with him———— all the buyers in the building were eaten, although there was a virus outbreak that could not be bypassed no matter what, but cannibalism was a sin after all. Who can't guarantee that the world will ever return to its original state? Who is not sure that today's crimes will be liquidated at some point in the future? The safest way is to pull more people together to commit the same crime as yourself.

Relying on that man, the people in the sales department lived a few more days.

Just when the food was completely eaten and Wang Linkang thought he had to starve to death, things took a turn for the worse ———— people found a piece of land near the construction site. The potatoes planted are ripe and in considerable quantities, and with a little savings, they will last until next spring.

If you hadn't experienced the madness of hunger yourself, you wouldn't have been able to imagine what a terrible scene it was.

Wang Linkang felt that he was alive again. The daily recipe is very monotonous, either boiling potatoes in water or throwing potatoes in ashes to simmer. Salt is also becoming less and less available and must be precisely distributed to each individual.

The villagers obviously have more supplies than the sales department. For a while, Wang Linkang often smelled the aroma of fried potatoes wafting from the building. When people have enough to eat and have nothing to do, they will have a lot of strange thoughts. Wang Linkang has a good relationship with some villagers and knows that there is a strange trading pattern in the building. Food, salt, sesame oil or lard, and edible things like sauces have become the new currency in place of money. New social classes are rapidly forming in the building.

This is a very strange and logical phenomenon.

Family planning has firmly limited the development of the urban population, and there are always some stubborn people in the village who are not afraid of death and would rather pay a huge fine than give birth to a son. The slogan of the Family Planning Office says it well: 10,000 yuan to train a child, you can become an elite in the future. 10,000 yuan to train ten children, and everyone will suffer from poverty together in the future. Now, the situation in the building is completely reversed: the villagers with the largest number of people in the family have become the ruling class. They have far more thugs than other families. The family that honestly obeys the policy and only gives birth to one person has completely become the target of bullying. Even, become food in other people's mouths.

It's funny, and it's normal.

The village chief is a cow man.

Of course, he only has one wife. But no one knows how many lovers and women have dealings with each other in secret. People only know that there are more than 10 dolls in the village chief's house, and there are more men than women. Since then, it has become the largest high-density household in the village.

The village chief once came to Wang Linkang and offered to exchange two young women for a pistol, plus five rounds of ammunition.

After being rejected by Wang Linkang, the village chief increased the conditions to three, four, and five women.

Wang Linkang told him that it was better to die of this heart.

What a joke, a pistol is a powerful weapon to suppress those in the building. Wang Linkang knew very well that if it weren't for these guns and these workers gathered under him, I am afraid that he would have been eaten alive by the villagers, and there would not be even bones left.

It's really boring to have a life where you have little soup and water every day and fill your stomach with potatoes. After eating the meat of the buyers in the building, the villagers have developed immunity to human flesh. They even love this alternative food.

The appearance of Liu Tianming's team is undoubtedly a ray of light in Wang Linkang's view.

The bodyguard helped Wang Linkang unpack the carton of compressed biscuits, and divided each person into a piece according to the number of heads in the sales department. The long-lost food was so sweet that people couldn't help but want to cry, and some people swallowed their share quickly in two bites, puffing out their cheeks and chewing vaguely, while looking at their companions who had not finished eating with anticipation and hostility.

Relying on the wealth and status of a real estate businessman, Wang Linkang maintains an indispensable balance here. There were a few workers who had confronted him, shouting that no one could control anyone now. All the disobedient guys were killed by Wang Linkang. Now, there are far fewer rebel voices of disobedience. Even if the person who is dissatisfied with him is at most complaining behind his back, he will never dare to bring it up in person.

Wang Linkang used a tool knife to cut through the carton of canned luncheon meat placed at his feet. He made a fair gesture in front of everyone: "Tonight, we will chop up these cans and cook them to ensure that everyone has a share." ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers and applause in the room.

Don't suffer from a few but suffer from unevenness, it's actually as simple as that.

The bodyguard cut open the can with a dagger and pried the minced meat into a cauldron filled with water. He turned and looked apprehensively in the direction of the building through the massive glass curtain wall.

"Boss, will those who have just come in be in trouble?"

Wang Linkang poured a pot of washed potatoes into the pot and nodded slowly: "Definitely." I've reminded them, though. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken these cans and cookies for nothing. ”

A worker close to Wang Linkang came over with a bucket, lowered his voice, and said worriedly: "This is a tiger and wolf's den!" In the past, when there were people in charge, those people were lawless. Now, they are even more unscrupulous. ”

The bodyguard was silent.

When Liu Tianming's convoy came in, the village chief didn't say a word. He watched Wang Linkang make contact with Liu Tianming, and warned him not to meddle with his cold gaze. The reason is very simple, at that time, Qi Yuanchang and others were operating heavy machine guns on trucks. Even if the village chief didn't have a brain, he would never suddenly attack at that time.

But after moving into the building, it was difficult to say.

Once you lose your vigilance, it means danger.

Wang Linkang stood up from the cauldron, turned around, and looked at the building in the distance with complicated eyes, his expression was a little uncertain, but his voice was full of expectation: "It can be seen that they are not ordinary people. Either way, you have to give it a try. ”

As he spoke, a crisp gunshot rang out from the direction of the building.

Again, again.

……

Liu Tianming stood in the middle of the passage on the second floor, holding a thick gun in his hand.

Sibo asked Tian Guangyao to bring him several powerful experimental pistols. The caliber of the bullet is up to 12.5 mm. On the ground lay two headless corpses, their hands and feet twitching slightly, and the walls and ceiling were covered in blood and splattered minced meat.

It happened very suddenly———— Zheng Xiaoyue was coming up the stairs carrying a box of cans, and a particularly strong man rushed over with a lewd smile. Zheng Xiaoyue turned around and gave a beautiful side kick, and the ten-centimeter-long heel accurately stabbed the man in the cheek. He fell screaming. Several other guys who had already been ambushed at the corner of the stairs above immediately rushed down, and Liu Tianming, who had been prepared, drew his gun and aimed at it, and blew the heads of the two villagers in the front position on the spot.

Regarding the danger in the building, Wang Linkang did give Liu Tianming a preventive injection in advance.

When he was talking next to the truck, he looked like an argument on the surface, but in fact, he secretly wrote the word "be careful" on the dusty truck baffle in a position that the villagers could not see.

Speaking of which, Wang Linkang actually has his own selfishness.

He can let Liu Tianming's team live in the sales department.

But he didn't.

Wang Linkang knew that there would definitely be a conflict between Liu Tianming and the others and the villagers. If you borrow the power of these outsiders and reduce the number of villagers as much as possible, it is a good thing in every way.

The building occupies a wide area, and the "concave" design places the staircase at one end of the building, with an elevator in the middle that has lost its power supply. The passage more than thirty meters long was occupied by the crowd, and the stairs were densely packed with villagers, and all kinds of chaotic roars and roars were deafening.

"Nima, who dares to kill our men. Rush up and hack them to death! ”

"Don't be afraid, there are few of them, and there are not many of them."

"I, day, you hammer, I want to rush at you on the dog day! Standing in the back and just talking about it, do you think Lao Tzu is Harsuo? ”

There was a dangerous light in the eyes of these people. Many people ran down from the stairs after hearing the gunshots, and did not see the scene of Liu Tianming shooting. The corridor is very narrow, and the crowd of people keeps more villagers behind. Hundreds of people crowded up the stairs, and only a dozen people in front of them could see the blood on the ground and the corpses with bursting heads. Compared to the others who shouted loudly in the back, the number of people who understood what was powerful was too small. The stairs blocked the view, and they couldn't see that Huang He and Luo Kuan were standing behind Liu Tianming with assault rifles, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at this side, and they couldn't see that Zheng Xiaoyue had trampled the strong man who was sneaking under his feet and had already cut off his arm with a knife. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.