Chapter 58 Despair
Chen Zhenghao and others were busy breaking down the wall around Zhang Yi's house for a whole morning.
But after digging through the walls, floors, and ceilings, we found that they were blocked by a thick layer of steel plates.
A 20cm thick steel plate is nothing short of a nightmare for them!
If we only use human power, there is no hope of breaking through now.
After all, working at ultra-low temperatures and being unable to obtain enough energy to replenish the loss of physical strength will only accelerate their death.
Many people collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
The sound of "Gulu~Guru~" echoed.
They caressed their shriveled bellies, hunger almost overcoming them completely.
But there wasn't much left to eat.
Some people saw the neighbors next to them and saw the snow-white flesh through the gaps in their clothes.
An idea suddenly emerged in my mind.
Isn't this just meat?
As soon as the scary thought appeared, everyone was immediately frightened and turned cold, trying hard to get this thought out of their minds.
But when this idea arises, it gives people an option in a desperate situation.
They themselves probably know that if that day comes, cannibalism and cannibalism will definitely happen.
"Is there really nothing we can do?"
Sun Zhichao's face was full of pain, and he even felt that his arm had begun to become inflamed and ulcerated.
There are no antibiotics, not even ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs, and it is impossible to effectively clean the wound.
There is still a lot of rust left on his injury.
In this case, death is almost inevitable.
"Damn Zhang Yi, why are you so cruel!"
"How can you live alone compared to the lives of so many of us? What's wrong with sacrificing yourself? What's wrong???"
Sun Zhichao looked up to the sky and roared, his despair completely distorting his mind.
At this moment, Zhang Yi's neighbor suddenly walked out.
"Maybe you can try walking on the balcony."
"When their home was renovated, the balcony was changed to a floor-to-ceiling window, with a large side covered with glass. Maybe there is a chance to break in!"
Other residents cannot see the back of Zhang Yi's house, but his neighbors can.
In Building 25, some floors have a balcony, and the 24th floor where Zhang Yi lives happens to have a small platform.
On weekdays, he uses it to plant flowers and dry quilts.
After hearing what Zhang Yi's neighbor said, a group of people who were on the verge of despair suddenly looked up.
"Window? Hahaha, yes! Since his house has windows, there must be an exit! It's impossible to seal them all!"
"As long as there is a window, you can rush in!"
A group of people couldn't help but broke into Zhang Yi's house next door.
There is actually a gap of about 15 centimeters between the balconies of the two houses, and a fence is installed in the middle.
But these cannot stop the crazy people now.
However, the outside of the balcony is no better than the corridor.
At this time, the corridors were blocked by various households, making them airtight and somewhat warm.
However, the north wind is howling outside and the snow is flying, which can freeze people to death within a few hours.
Chen Zhenghao and others can't care about this. As long as they can break into Zhang Yi's house, they can get everything!
A group of people screamed and jumped onto the balcony of Zhang Yi's house like madmen.
Zhang Yi naturally noticed such a scene.
The two sides looked at each other for less than a second.
The neighbors swung the tools in their hands and smashed them frantically at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Zhang Yi dragged his white recliner to the window, lay down slowly and poured himself a cup of steaming coffee.
The small balcony was quickly filled with more than a dozen people.
Their faces were pale and looked like living corpses. Coupled with their crazy and twisted expressions, they really didn't look like living people at all.
Zhang Yi thought to himself that if there were really zombies, they would probably be like this.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Ding Dong"
Deep sounds echoed on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Braving the wind and snow, these madmen were working hard to smash the glass.
Even if they didn't accidentally hit their hands, they didn't feel any pain and allowed the blood to flow out and then condense.
When I just smashed the wall, the feeling of desire was not obvious enough.
But at this time, only a layer of glass separated them, allowing them to see more clearly how luxurious Zhang Yi's life was!
The fireplace was burning brightly in the room, and Zhang Yi was wearing only single clothes, lying on a white lounge chair like a landowner.
There is a cup of brewed coffee on hand, still steaming. Judging from the amount of foamed milk, it should be cappuccino.
The coffee table was littered with weapons, but that wasn't the point.
The key point is that there is a pile of half-eaten snacks thrown under the coffee table.
Potato chips, burgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast duck, and even fried noodles!
It's these things that make the neighbors on the balcony completely crazy!
After just being away from them for half a month, they were as excited as if they were seeing their long-lost biological father!
"Roar!!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
They were so excited that they even forgot to speak, and instead expressed their excitement by howling at the top of their lungs.
Then he worked harder and smashed the window with all his strength!
Zhang Yi held coffee in hand and enjoyed the show.
He just said lightly: "Who said glass must be weaker than metal?"
The cost of building this wall is extremely high. For the sake of quality of life, Zhang Yi rejected the proposal of Zhanlong Security Company and did not use metal here.
Instead, he spent a lot of money to customize a whole side of bulletproof glass as a floor-to-ceiling window.
He still remembered that Wu Huairen, the manager of Zhanlong Security Company, said, "With such a thick wall, it is no longer bullets, but cannonballs!"
The bulletproof glass used on special vehicles for Western heads of state that can withstand sniper rifles is made of this material.
However, their thickness is less than half of Zhang Yi's wall.
Sure enough, after this group of people smashed and smashed, they discovered something was wrong.
I originally thought it was plexiglass, and it would break with just a few hits.
But after more than a dozen people smashed it for a long time, why didn’t even a crack appear?
"What kind of glass is this?"
"Is it bulletproof glass?"
"What? Bulletproof glass?"
This word came hoarsely from the throat of a man with glasses, but it was full of despair, as if it came from the eighteenth level of hell.
It can even protect against artillery shells, but it can’t protect against your handiwork?
"No, I don't believe it!"
A young man looked up to the sky and shouted, "My fate is up to me! I don't believe I can't break it!"
"As long as I break it, the fireplace and the food and drink in the house will be mine. I must break it, ahhhhh!!!"
Probably under the extremely cold temperature, everyone's brains were frozen due to this kind of hope and despair.
They chose to throw away their rationality and act recklessly to create a future!
Zhang Yi applauded them and expressed his gratitude.
However, he felt a little hungry.
So I took out some food from the space, such as sauce-flavored elbows and shredded bananas, and some snacks, including pure cocoa butter chocolate.
