In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

There was only one floor of windows, and the people outside were smashing the glass desperately with distorted expressions under the icy wind and snow.

On the other side, Zhang Yi lay leisurely on the deck chair, eating delicious food.

This stark contrast made the neighbors outside almost go crazy with jealousy.

Cursing from their mouths, their voices were hoarse, their eyes were red.

"Zhang Yi, just wait for me, I'll kill you right away!"

"I smashed this glass and you're finished, you bloody bastard, selfish scum!"

"You don't have much time to be rampant, today is your death day!"

"So many delicious food, as well as hot coffee, are all mine, all mine!!"

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Hearing this, Zhang Yi raised the coffee in his hand to signal to them.

"Come on, keep going!"

Soon, the group of people outside couldn't do anything.

After all, this is the 24th floor, the wind is very strong, coupled with the heavy snowfall, his body temperature dropped rapidly.

They had to change groups of people every ten minutes.

But half an hour later, there were only some tiny scratches on the glass.

Their hearts are getting more and more desperate.

But through a layer of transparent glass, watching Zhang Yi live so comfortably, their jealousy made them reluctant to give up.

After half an hour, they were still trying.

Zhang Yi saw several little Karami under Chen Zhenghao's men in the crowd.

Obviously, at such a time, it is impossible for Chen Zhenghao to do nothing.

Zhang Yi felt that it was almost time.

So he sat up from the recliner, went to the coffee table and picked up a bottle.

There was a layer of frost on the outside glass, and the neighbors didn't know what Zhang Yi was holding at first, they thought it was a drink.

But the next moment, they saw Zhang Yi take out a lighter and ignite something.

Immediately, a hole appeared above their heads, and a ball of fire was thrown out of it.

As a means of counterattack, Zhang Yi's house has shooting holes in the front and back, and there are more than one.

The bottle passed a yellow arc in the air, and fell to the ground amidst everyone's astonished eyes.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and then the raging flames burst into flames!

This is Zhang Yi's self-made combustion bottle. Even at ultra-low temperature, gasoline can still burn happily and release heat.

The gasoline in the bottle splashed all over the place, and it burst into flames all of a sudden!

There wasn't much space on the balcony, and the down jackets and cotton trousers of these dozen people were stained with gasoline, and a large flame suddenly burst into flames!

With a playful smile on the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth, he continued to ignite the next Molotov cocktail and threw it outside.

"Ah!!! Fire, fire!!!"

More than a dozen people are crowded together, and the balcony is separated. It is not so easy to jump to the balcony of the next door.

These people couldn't run away, and their bodies were corroded by the flames.

Zhang Yi saw that they had turned into balls of burning and distorted fireballs.

Some people want to roll on the ground and use snowflakes to extinguish the flames, but the effect is too weak.

Gasoline can still burn even in contact with water.

Some people tried to climb to the next door in vain, but they lost their hands and feet in a hurry and fell directly from the 24th floor!

Following a long scream, there was a "Boom!!"

With a height of 24 floors, I don't know if the snow below can offset the impact.

However, according to the principles of physics, even if he is not dead, his bones and tendons will be broken, and his internal organs will be ruptured.

It's like being dead.

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "At least falling to death is better than being burned to death!"

"boom!"

A ferocious face suddenly threw itself on the glass, with a distorted and terrifying expression, staring at Zhang Yi viciously.

"Help me, save me!"

In extreme pain, he called out to Zhang Yi for help.

Zhang Yi raised his coffee cup to salute him.

"I'll save your m head, go to hell, trash!"

The man made a desperate sound and was completely swallowed by the flames.

On the balcony next door, there are six NO.70 people waiting for a shift change.

Seeing this hell-like scene of Shura, his face turned pale with fright.

"Help, help me!"

"I don't want to die, please!"

The person who was burning with flames wanted to climb over to ask for help, but he grabbed the railing with both hands and was about to climb over.

At this moment, a man here kicked his hand hard without hesitation.

"Get out, get out of here! You're hopeless, don't get us involved!"

He kicked over, but the burning man still refused to let go, he gritted his teeth, increased his strength, and kicked down again and again!

He even kicked his fingers off!

The man struggled for a while, finally looked at them in despair, and slowly fell in front of the fence.

The air smelled of burnt meat.

It didn't take long for the dozen or so people to die.

Some people were obviously not seriously burned at first, and wanted to escape, but they were all stopped by the neighbors next door.

They were afraid that the flames would burn themselves, so they chose to let these people die.

Others were burned so painfully that they jumped 24 floors by themselves.

The fat in the human body is also a good fuel, and the raging fire actually brought them a long-lost warmth.

So, everyone walked forward slowly, stretched out their hands to warm the fire, and showed a smile on their faces that they were afraid that others would notice.

The flames burned for twenty minutes before they stopped.

The neighbors looked at the charred corpse on the ground and felt fear in their hearts.

In order to deal with Zhang Yi, they have already killed thirty or forty people!

There is no chance of breaking the door from all angles. What should I do to snatch the supplies from Zhang Yi's hands?

"Sniff-"

A young man who hadn't eaten for two days sniffed.

He suddenly felt that the smell of burning fat was very fragrant, very much like his favorite self-service barbecue in the past.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the dozens of charred corpses on the ground.

Involuntarily, he swallowed his saliva.

In the air, the sound of swallowing saliva rose one after another.

The young man looked at the crowd in astonishment. On everyone's thin and numb faces, he saw more than one person showing the desire to eat.

However, because there were too many people at the scene, their remaining traces of moral bottom line made them feel embarrassed to do it.

But if there is no one else here, maybe they really went to eat meat.

Suddenly, a woman burst into tears.

"I can not stand it any more!"

After a busy day, everyone thought they could break through Zhang Yi's house easily.

But the final result made them despair!

With so many people dead, not even a crack was broken in the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows of Zhang Yi's house.

She suddenly ran in front of people and climbed onto the balcony of Zhang Yi's house.

When Zhang Yi thought that the next group of people would come to smash the glass again, she suddenly knelt down in front of the glass with a loud "Plop!"

"Zhang Yi, I'm about to starve to death, please help me! Even just give me a piece of bread!"

Not only was she alone, but people came running over one after another, kowtowed to Zhang Yi, and begged Zhang Yi to give them a bite of food, crying bitterly.

The tragedy really made those who heard it sad, and those who saw it wept.

Most of the kowtows were women, trying to win Zhang Yi's sympathy.