"What is this doing? Has the snatching of supplies become so blatant? ”

Her voice was slightly cold, and the sharp Tang knife in her hand made many people feel a little retreating, but after seeing that she was just a slender woman, she threw out the fear in her mind.

What can you do with a knife? I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to kill chickens, right? It's just to take it out and scare people.

Everyone thought like this, and their eyes looked at Song Jinhe with a little more disdain.

The man closest to Cheng Qianhuai was Zhao Yiming, the head of the building, who was wrapped in a slightly shabby cotton coat, his hair was greasy and sticky to his scalp, and he was pulling the backpack on Cheng Qianhuai's shoulder with one hand and refused to let go.

"I haven't seen you, you're also a resident on the 18th floor, right?"

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

Nodding very naturally, Song Jinhe continued to approach them: "What if I'm on the 18th floor?" Let people go, the 18th floor doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right? ”

Zhao Yiming motioned for the man standing on the side to come over and grab the backpack instead of him, and he clapped his hands and took two steps towards Song Jinhe.

"No intersection? Isn't the 18th floor part of Building 3? ”

Song Jinhe snorted and laughed: "Where did you come from?" We, on the 18th floor, have never eaten any of your food, nor have we asked you for help, so what's the matter?

Don't talk about the fanciful vain trying to gain advantage on us, let people go, otherwise don't blame me for doing it directly. ”

Zhao Yiming's face, which was still a little smiling, instantly turned cold: "Since you dragged Building 3, you have the obligation to contribute to Building 3."

Before, I asked you to join forces, and no one ever responded to me, but now that we have finally met, why don't we have a good chat? ”

He looked at Song Jinhe and then at Cheng Qianhuai: "You two are still white and fat, your complexion is also good, you have a good life, right?"

Watching a group of us struggle downstairs, don't you have eyes and hearts?"

Song Jinhe stood against the wall, and a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "What? Does our stuff have anything to do with you?

Are you all so thick-skinned and still want others to support you? You can't help but think it's too beautiful, right? ”

Zhao Yiming's careful thinking was punctured by someone on the surface, and he simply didn't want to continue to be hypocritical with Song Jinhe, so he directly expressed his thoughts.

"Let this man take out the materials he found and divide them equally, for the sake of his merit in searching for the materials, the two of you can also get them, and it will be regarded as reparation for going out with us to find the materials in the future."

The food of the two of you must also be taken out, everyone is a part of Building 3, and it is supposed to help each other, and it is not said that you are doing well but you have to watch us starve to death. ”

Song Jinhe fiddled with his well-trimmed nails, his shallot-like fingers slashing across the hilt, glowing with a burst of cold light.

"You mean you want the two of us to serve you a bunch of waste, right?"

Li Mianmian, who was standing on the side and watching, naturally noticed the tension between them, and hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Song Jinhe.

"We don't mean this beauty, but the end times are imminent, human beings should help each other, since you have materials, how can you not care about the life and death of others?

Everyone is a survivor, and seeing that there is more and more water outside, we can't even start infighting. ”

She cautiously glanced at Song Jinhe's expression, and saw that she didn't react before taking a deep breath and speaking again.

"Won't you run out of supplies no matter how much you have? Now that it's so chaotic outside, don't you have to go out and find it yourself when you run out of supplies?

You haven't been out and don't know, the people outside are crazy to grab things, we have spent a lot of effort to search for these supplies, you and this gentleman will definitely not be able to come back safely.

Wouldn't it be nice to join us and go out together to search for supplies, and everyone will help each other and be happy like family? ”

Song Jinhe sneered: "There's no way to come back safely? So how did you say he came back when he went out alone? ”

She raised her chin and motioned for Li Mianmian to take a look at Cheng Qianhuai, which made this woman blush.

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

"He must have secretly followed us to borrow our momentum! Otherwise, how could it be possible to find more supplies than we do? It must be our light to be like this! ”

was obviously baseless, but soon more people jumped out to echo him.

"yes, he can come back safely without us? I'm afraid he stole us while we weren't paying attention!

Hurry up and get it back! These supplies should be given to us! ”

There are more and more people clamoring, they just rely on their own large number of people, Cheng Qianhuai is forced to resist because of the inability to free up his hands due to materials, and Song Jinhe doesn't seem to be a threat, so his voice is louder.

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

"Are you going to let people go?"

"You take out all the supplies you have, and this gentleman will naturally be able to go home with all his beards and tails."

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

She raised the Tang knife and slashed directly at Zhao Yiming, the other party didn't expect her to do it directly, and subconsciously took a step back, but she didn't dodge it at all.

The tip of the knife slashed directly into his right shoulder, and a few drops of blood splattered and fell to the ground, and the wails of pain terrified the survivors present.

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

She hurriedly rushed forward to support Zhao Yiming, but she never thought that Song Jinhe did not stop, but attacked Zhao Yiming's door again.

Everyone saw her intentions clearly, and she didn't want the building chief to leave alive at all.

The people who grabbed Cheng Qianhuai hurriedly stepped forward to stop Song Jinhe, but Cheng Qianhuai, who was free, directly kicked them away, rolled down the stairs and rolled 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, dare to provoke your father and me, you are unpredictable." ”

After speaking, he raised the blade and was about to poke it into his eyes, and the other party screamed in pain and surrendered: "I was wrong, I really know that I was wrong."

I shouldn't have threatened and persecuted you, please let me go, please! ”

Suddenly there was a fishy smell that was difficult to ignore even if he was wearing a mask, Song Jinhe looked down, this man was so timid that he was directly scared to pee his pants.

She instantly ran away and didn't want to get any closer to him, and pulled the mask on her face in disgust.

It's unlucky!

Cheng Qianhuai stepped forward to block her gaze at Zhao Yiming: "Don't look, dirty your eyes." ”

Song Jinhe nodded cooperatively, but instead of turning away, he walked to the group of people who were cowering in the corner, picked up the blood-stained Tang knife and shook it.