Zhang Yi finished urinating and immediately had a bottle of iced black tea in his hand, a full bottle, still frothing with white foam.
Zhou Peng thought Zhang Yi was about to take the bait and said, leaning on the door, "It's fine, I'm starving. We're colleagues, better to give it to you than someone else. Hurry up and open the door!"
Zhang Yi climbed onto a stool to reach the shooting hole on the door and then, facing the three people outside, poured a bottle of hot, fresh iced black tea over them.
Zhou Peng and the others were startled by the sudden liquid falling on their heads.
Fāng Yǔqíng and Lín Cǎiníng even screamed.
"Ah! What is this stuff!"
"Hey, it's hot water, it's still steaming!"
Feeling the warm heat, they were initially a little happy.
But in less than a second, they smelled that peculiar, pungent odor.
"This... This is urine!!!!"
"Ahuhuhuhuh!"
With urine drenching them, the two women let out pig-slaughtering screams and immediately crouched on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably.
Zhou Peng's eyes turned red with fury, and he pounded on the door shouting, "*!@#￥*! You bastard, get out here, I'll kill you!"
But the thick alloy door didn't budge from his fists, and instead, Zhou Peng's hands hurt terribly.
Zhang Yi's hearty laughter came from inside the room.
"How's the taste of my urine? Want some more?"
"You idiots, you thought you could trick me. You think you're worthy?"
Zhou Peng and the others suddenly realized that Zhang Yi had discovered them.
They were both shocked and furious, shouting insults at Zhang Yi from outside the door.
Zhou Peng cursed, "Damn it, I shouldn't have wasted my breath! Just you wait, I'm going to kill you once I get in!"
He stopped pretending and pulled a kitchen knife from under his clothes, hacking desperately at the door!
Ordinary doors are made of wood; you can open them by damaging the lock.
But Zhang Yi's door is made of integrated alloy, capable of withstanding RPG attacks!
As Zhou Peng's knife struck, it was like hitting a steel plate.
The door didn't move an inch, and the immense recoil sent the kitchen knife flying!
The kitchen knife grazed Zhou Peng's head, opening a long gash.
His hand was also bleeding profusely from the shock.
A small biological fact – human skin is more fragile in winter, and the sensation of pain is more intense.
Zhou Peng was completely stunned. That one strike, if the kitchen knife had been even slightly off, would have hit him directly in the face.
However, his daze was quickly interrupted by intense pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Zhou Peng cried out in pain.
Seeing this, the two women, overcome by fear, abandoned Zhou Peng and fled in a panic.
Zhang Yi watched all this from inside his room, weighing his pistol in his hand, contemplating whether to go out and shoot them each once.
Not to kill them, but at least to make them suffer, so they would wish they were dead in this Ice Apocalypse.
But after a moment of thought, he abandoned the idea.
Why?
Because outside were three mad dogs!
While there was a high probability he could injure them if he opened the door, there was also a 0.x% chance of being killed by them.
Zhang Yi would absolutely never gamble with his own safety!
That's right, he was the king of playing it safe!
He was living so comfortably, why stir up trouble?
"It's fine, I'll just outlast them here. Let's see how many days they can survive in this apocalypse!"
Zhang Yi calmly returned to the sofa and continued playing games.
Zhou Peng, Fāng Yǔqíng, and the others ran back to their home. Zhou Peng sat on the sofa, trembling all over.
He had nearly lost his life and was still recovering from the shock.
When Fāng Yǔqíng saw the urine dripping from him onto the sofa, she immediately screamed.
"Ah! Get away, who told you to sit on my sofa!"
Chapter 39: Stink Bomb
Fāng Yǔqíng cherished her sofa and also found Zhou Peng's urine-soaked state disgusting.
After all, Zhou Peng was at the door and got the most of it.
She immediately yelled at Zhou Peng, telling him not to sit on the sofa.
Zhou Peng felt very wronged.
He had only gone to trouble Zhang Yi because Fāng Yǔqíng told him to.
Now he was drenched in urine, shivering from the cold, and injured.
And Fāng Yǔqíng was treating him like this!
But a simp is still a simp.
Zhou Peng thought about it and realized Fāng Yǔqíng had a point in scolding him.
He hadn't even done a good job for Fāng Yǔqíng, and he was covered in filth. How could he possibly defile the goddess's sofa?
The more Zhou Peng thought about it, the more he felt the scolding was deserved.
He quickly stood up and apologized to Fāng Yǔqíng, "I'm sorry, Yǔqíng, it's all my fault. Please don't be angry!"
Fāng Yǔqíng and Lín Cǎiníng, eager to change their clothes, waved at him, "Get out quickly, we need to change."
Zhou Peng didn't dare say anything and hurried out of Fāng Yǔqíng's home.
The two women returned to their room and quickly changed out of the clothes Zhang Yi had doused them with urine.
However, even after changing, they could still smell the pungent odor.
It wasn't just on their clothes; their hair and skin had also gotten quite a bit, even flowing down their necks and inside.
The weather was so cold that bathing would be suicidal; they didn't dare.
Therefore, they could only endure the nausea.
Their plan failed, and they ended up getting peed on. The two women's hatred for Zhang Yi intensified.
"What should we do? Zhang Yi is too cunning, he's hard to deal with!"
"Damn it, no matter what, I'm going to take his house!"
"Let's think of a way, we can't believe he doesn't have a weakness!"
Just as the two women were discussing how to deal with Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi sent a message to Fāng Yǔqíng.
"This was urine, next time I'll throw feces on you! (¬_¬)"
This time, Zhang Yi was in a hurry. If he had prepared beforehand, he would have definitely served them a good dose of feces all over them!
Fāng Yǔqíng and Lín Cǎiníng's faces turned green. If they had been doused with feces, they would have wished they were dead!
Zhang Yi closed the chat, no longer looking at Fāng Yǔqíng's messages.
Although he had blocked message notifications, the display for the number of messages was rapidly climbing. He knew without looking that it wouldn't be anything good.
He went to check the owner group.
As soon as he entered, he saw a good show.
Ever since her home was taken by Chén Zhèngháo, Auntie Lin seemed to have lost her mind.
Now she was constantly sending voice messages in the group, demanding that everyone hand over their Supplies to her.
"I am the director of our community's Neighborhood Committee! Anyone who dares disobey me will be arrested when the snow melts!"
"Did you hear me? Reply! You must bring your food to my house today!"
But this time, hardly anyone was paying attention to her.
More than ten days had passed, and everyone had realized the current situation.
The authorities couldn't care about every individual, and Auntie Lin's so-called Neighborhood Committee was nothing.
She couldn't scare them, and instead, she was met with mockery.
"Damn old hag, why don't you just die?"
"You cheated my family out of a box of instant noodles last time, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"
Someone brought up the beginning of the snow disaster.
"If you hadn't told everyone it would be fine and not to hoard Supplies, how would we be in this situation today?"
Mentioning this instantly ignited everyone's anger.
When it first started snowing, it was very cold outside, but some people still wanted to go out shopping.
But Auntie Lin had been saying in the group that the snow disaster would pass quickly and that anyone hoarding Supplies would be dealt with, so they didn't dare go out.
Days later, the heavy snow blocked all the roads, making it impossible to go out.
If it weren't for her, they would have been able to stock up for at least half a month more Supplies!
"Damn old hag, look at what you've done!"
"It's all your fault, you disaster!
Her neighbors cursed Auntie Lin.
And the rich second-generation heir, Xǔ Hào, also appeared in the group.
"Buying Supplies at a high price, whether food or drink. I'll pay 10,000 yuan for a box of instant noodles and 5,000 for a bottle of mineral water!"
The price of instant noodles had reached 10,000 yuan. Xǔ Hào was truly desperate; his money would become worthless if he didn't use it now.
Zhang Yi shook his head. "What time is it? Still trying to buy things with money."
As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, someone immediately jumped out.
"I have some food at home, I can sell it to you."
Zhang Yi was speechless.
It seemed that no matter the time, there would always be greedy people willing to risk their lives for money.
Even with such slim hope, some people were still gambling, betting that this snow disaster wouldn't last too long.
But only Zhang Yi knew that this snow disaster would last for an extremely long time.
And after this snow, even when it stopped, the world would need a very long time to recover.
Money itself was less useful than waste paper; at least waste paper could be used for wiping.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi suddenly had a mischievous thought.
He had an endless supply of toilet paper in his warehouse, but his neighbors probably didn't have that much.
If they ran out of toilet paper, what would they use to wipe their butts?
Soon, he shook his head again.
"They can barely eat, so they probably don't produce much either!"
But this also indicated that the fragile peace would soon be broken.
Zhang Yi knew how terrifying beasts people could become when food was completely depleted.
...
The next day, Fāng Yǔqíng and Lín Cǎiníng went to Zhang Yi's house again and knocked on the door.
They pleaded outside, begging Zhang Yi to let them in, saying they were freezing to death.
Zhang Yi ignored them completely.
Freezing to death?
That was exactly what Zhang Yi hoped to see.
Seeing that Zhang Yi had no response, they then said that, in consideration of their past relationship, even a little bit of food would be acceptable.
Zhang Yi saw through the surveillance camera that they were even carrying umbrellas.
It seemed that after being doused with urine yesterday, they had developed a psychological shadow.
However, Zhang Yi wasn't foolish enough to open the door for them.
If his guess was correct, they were carrying knives, ready to kill him at any moment and steal his house and Supplies.
Zhang Yi thought for a moment and opened his special space.There were many sundries in the warehouse that he didn't use normally, so Zhang Yi had collected them all.
Since his special space was large enough, he didn't worry about space.
He didn't expect it to be useful now.
He took two stink bombs from the toy section.
These toys were for pranks; when lit, they emitted an extremely disgusting odor.
And they were very difficult to wash off even with soap and water.
He listened to Fāng Yǔqíng and Lín Cǎiníng's voices outside, chuckled, picked up a stink bomb, and walked over.
Chapter 40: Gunshots
Zhang Yi lit the stink bomb and quickly threw it through the shooting hole above the door.
After the stink bomb landed, it rapidly emitted a large cloud of black smoke.
The pungent stench quickly spread through the hallway.
Fāng Yǔqíng and Lín Cǎiníng smelled it and felt as if they had opened a can of feces sealed for ten years, and they immediately started vomiting.
"Gag... What is this, gag..."
"Zhang Yi, gag... You're so shameless!"
The stench in the hallway grew stronger, and the two women quickly fled.
Zhang Yi wasn't worried about the stench returning to his room; after closing the shooting hole, the entire room was in a semi-sealed state.
Although air could still circulate, the house had a special air filtration system installed, preventing any strange or harmful air from entering.
Seeing the two women staggering and vomiting through the surveillance cameras, Zhang Yi laughed heartily.
However, he soon received a complaint from the next-door neighbor.
"Zhang Yi, what did you throw at your door? It stinks so much! Can you please consider your neighbors' feelings?"
Zhang Yi's neighbors were a young couple who had moved in about two years ago.
However, Zhang Yi didn't have much interaction with them, usually just nodding when they met in the elevator.
At this time, he couldn't be bothered to maintain neighborly relations.
In the apocalypse, his actions were solely for his own safety; he didn't care about others.
In fact, as long as he could live safely and comfortably, he would ruthlessly eliminate others.
In the apocalypse, there was no room for a compassionate heart; if it appeared, it had to be crushed immediately!
"Come and get me if you're not happy!"
After saying that, Zhang Yi blocked the neighbor.
As he said before, he didn't want to argue with anyone and waste his breath.
Soon, Zhang Yi noticed the neighbor complaining about him in the large group chat.
But unfortunately, no one else had the energy to bother with their trivial matters.
Zhang Yi chuckled; it really felt good to be amoral.
...
That afternoon, Zhang Yi was suddenly woken from his sleep.
"Bang!"
A loud noise echoed in the hallway, rapidly spreading throughout the entire unit.
Zhang Yi's expression turned serious. That sound was like a gunshot.
Someone in their complex had a gun?
Zhang Yi wasn't sure if it was a gun or firecrackers. He quickly went to the living room and turned on the TV to check the surveillance.
The scene before him made his pupils contract.
In front of the door of the unit on the third floor, Chén Zhèngháo, with a broken leg, was holding a black gun.
The cold, dark gleam of the gun could easily make one tremble.
The door of that unit was open, and from the surveillance angle, two human legs could be vaguely seen.
Chén Zhèngháo's henchmen were walking out with food, candles, and other items, smiling.
It was obvious that the resident on the third floor was already dead. Even if not, after being shot and losing all their Supplies, they wouldn't last long.
It was 10 AM. Usually, every household would go out together to dig snow for melting water.
Together, they could temporarily raise the temperature in the hallway, preventing it from getting too cold.
No one could survive without water, so this activity took place daily.
Chén Zhèngháo had chosen this exact moment to act, committing murder and robbery.
"Ding-dong!"
His phone rang.
Zhang Yi picked up his phone and looked. The message was from the large group chat.
Chén Zhèngháo had sent a voice message.
"Now that the city is blocked by heavy snow, we can't rely on anyone but ourselves."
"I, Chén Zhèngháo, will take responsibility as the leader of Building 7, and from now on, I will call the shots here!"
"If you listen obediently, I will let you live well. Anyone who dares to step out of line, hehe!"
Immediately after, Chén Zhèngháo sent two pictures.
One was of him holding the gun, and the other was of the third-floor resident lying in a pool of blood.
The usually chattering group chat fell silent.
All of them were shocked by the bloody and brutal scene.
Most residents were likely filled with fear at this moment.
In peacetime, when had they ever seen such a scene?
They couldn't even imagine it.
But now, the bloody reality was before them.
In this unit building, sealed by the blizzard, hell was other people!
No one dared to refute Chén Zhèngháo, as they were all afraid of death.
Zhang Yi lay on the sofa and couldn't help but say, "Chén Zhèngháo is brilliant. As expected of someone who can make a name for himself in society."
Chén Zhèngháo employed both carrot and stick tactics, not solely relying on intimidation.
After all, he only had one gun, and no one knew how many bullets it had.
But Zhang Yi knew the quantity couldn't be much, as guns were strictly controlled domestically.
Zhang Yi had spent a lot of money back then, and they only sold him 100 rounds.
Furthermore, Chén Zhèngháo only had about five or six henchmen.
With around fifty households and over a hundred people in the building, if they were pushed too far, he, a cripple, wouldn't be able to handle it.
So, employing both soft and hard tactics, painting a rosy picture for them while also scaring them, was the best way to get these owners to obey.
Human nature has always feared death.
Even though they all understood in their hearts that if Chén Zhèngháo could kill the third-floor resident today, he could kill them tomorrow, they still held onto a sliver of hope.
For example, those living on the higher floors thought that Chén Zhèngháo would kill the third floor today, then the fourth floor tomorrow, and it would take at least half a month to get to them.
So they didn't need to risk their lives; surely, people below would resist.
And those on the fourth floor thought that Chén Zhèngháo might not kill them in order.
If they resisted, they would definitely be killed. It was better to stay at home obediently.
Perhaps someone else would die first.
Zhang Yi shrugged. Anyway, these matters had nothing to do with him.
Others might not dare to resist Chén Zhèngháo, but he wasn't afraid of Chén Zhèngháo at all.
As long as Chén Zhèngháo dared to show up at his door, his life or death would be entirely in Zhang Yi's hands.
As for the fate of the other neighbors, it had nothing to do with Zhang Yi.
They chose to be ostriches and refused to resist.
Zhang Yi had no interest in playing the hero and sacrificing himself to save others.
At this moment, his phone suddenly rang with urgent "ding-dong" sounds.
Zhang Yi picked up his phone and saw that several hundred new messages had appeared!
He found that he had been added to a new group chat.
Curious, Zhang Yi entered and took a look.
He discovered that the owners of the unit building had created a new group chat, but Chén Zhèngháo and his gang were not in this group.
It turned out that Chén Zhèngháo's death threat had prompted some people to seek warmth in numbers.