Gunshot

He had almost lost his life just now. Zhang Peng entered Chen Rou'er's room and sat on the sofa.

However, before his butt could touch the sofa, Chen Rou'er screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Get lost! Who told you to sit on my sofa!!"

Chen Rou'er was usually tired of staying in the room, so she would curl up on the sofa with Chu Yao.

Chen Rou'er's heart ached for her sofa. The price of this sofa was not cheap. It cost more than 100,000 yuan. Zhang Peng was about to sit down, causing the solid matter in the swill on his body to touch the sofa.

Back then, at Ye Xingchen's house, Zhang Peng was the one who was splashed the most.

Chen Rou'er subconsciously shouted at Zhang Peng, making him feel very wronged.

One had to know that he had become like this because he had to stand up for Chen Rou'er.

Although he had been starved to the point of being skin and bones, he was still intact. But now, he was shivering in the cold of the frozen swill, and there were wounds on his body.

However, he only dared to silently feel wronged in his heart. He even quickly stood up and apologized to Chen Rou'er.

"Hurry up and go. We have to change our clothes!"

The smell on his body made Chen Rou'er and Chu Yao want to vomit again, but they couldn't spit anything out. They were in a hurry to change their clothes and chased Zhang Peng away like a dog.

However, Ye Xingchen had already finished taking a warm bath and began to watch the story in the various cameras leisurely.

Most of the people stayed at home and didn't dare to move, afraid that too much activity would consume their physical strength.

Ye Xingchen was like their master, patrolling the surveillance footage one by one.

He thought that there would be no more fun today, but who would have thought that there would suddenly be some movement in Zhang Yi's villa?

Zhang Yi's father seemed to have brought help to Zhang Yi. Not only were there three tall and strong men, but there was also a lot of food and medicine.

Those three men were naturally Zhang Yi's bodyguards sent by his father. They seemed to be very loyal, otherwise, they wouldn't have been sent to be with Zhang Yi in this post-apocalyptic world.

Zhang Yi and the three tall men were moving boxes of things into the house. Ye Xingchen thought to himself, no wonder Chen Rou'er would secretly collude with Zhang Yi to harm him in his previous life.

With so many resources that Zhang Yi had, it was hard for Chen Rou'er not to be moved.

Furthermore, Zhang Yi's family background was very good, and he was in Chen Rou'er's target group.

Ye Xingchen took out a glass of cold beer from his space and placed two bags of peanuts, sunflower seeds, beef jerky, and shredded squid on the coffee table. Very good, today's entertainment program was Zhang Yi.

At the entrance of Zhang Yi's villa, a car was emptied, followed by a truck filled with supplies.

One car after another, Ye Xingchen could not help but sigh in his heart that this Zhang Yi was really rich.

To be able to buy so many resources at this time, how much did he have to spend?

One car after another. Even if they had been installed with silencing equipment, everything in the world was silent at this moment. The slightest movement would be magnified countless times.

Hence, Ye Xingchen began to see through the camera that every household had their heads stuck to the window glass.

Some of them had even wrapped themselves up and sneaked downstairs.

As for why they were going downstairs at this time? Everyone knew that.

"Oh ho, there's going to be a good show."

In the white snow, the two black dots had the same target. They were heading towards Zhang Yi's villa.

Zhang Yi and the people around him were very alert. They all carried weapons on their bodies in case someone suddenly jumped out to snatch their food.

Sure enough, Ye Xingchen looked at the surveillance camera. Someone had already gone to the car parked at Zhang Yi's door.

"Little Zhang, Little Zhang, what are these?"

His greedy gaze matched with his weak voice.

"Little Zhang, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Everyone was curious, and they all wanted a piece of the pie. They all gathered around Zhang Yi.

"Supplies!" Someone suddenly exclaimed loudly. In an instant, there was only greed in everyone's eyes.

"Can we have some?"

"We can buy it. Little Zhang, name a price!"

"That's right, Little Zhang. You bought so many things by yourself. You definitely can't finish them all, right?"

There were even some who were even more outrageous. They had already walked to the door of the container and were about to reach out to touch the boxes of food that were neatly stacked.

"Don't you dare to touch one of them!"

Zhang Yi's face was dark and his voice was low and hoarse. He was like a different person from the warm and cheerful Zhang Yi from before.

"Ah, Little Zhang, why are you so nervous? Auntie just wants to see what you have here."

"That's right, Little Zhang. Why are you being so fierce? We're neighbors, so why are you so unhappy when I see your things?"

As he spoke, someone had already reached into the box and even took out a large and plump potato.

"Yes, sir! It's potatoes!" The man was pleasantly surprised. Just as he was about to put the potato into his arms, Zhang Yi stared at him and said,

"Put it down."

However, that person would not listen. After starving for so many days, he could not wait to take the potato and eat it raw on the spot.

Seeing that someone had already started to take the goods from the container, the others didn't care about their neighbors. Even the person who wanted to buy from Zhang Yi earlier also rushed into the group of people who were snatching the goods.

"I said put it down! Didn't you hear me?!"

Although Zhang Yi's voice was low, he was indeed shouting. Along with his voice, there was a loud gunshot.

"Bang!"

After a few seconds of silence, the crowd seemed to have exploded. They did not care about the supplies anymore. Everyone panicked and cried out in shock.

"Ah! Murder!! Murder!!"

Someone in the crowd slowly fell into a pool of blood. The moment he fell to the ground, five potatoes rolled out of his arms.

Some of the faster ones who were standing further away had already rolled and crawled away from Zhang Yi's house. Some of the more frightened ones were also half crawling and half running on the ground.

"Let's continue working."

Zhang Yi put the pistol back into his arms, picked up the blood-stained potatoes, and put them back into the wooden box. He carried them with both hands and silently entered the room.

He was so silent that it was as if killing someone was nothing more than picking a small flower by the roadside.

Ye Xingchen's pupils constricted when he saw this.

Zhang Yi also had a gun.

Ever since the heavy snowfall, batches of people would die every day, but this was the first time Ye Xingchen had seen someone kill someone.

Zhang Yi walked out of the room empty-handed, holding his phone and doing something.

"Ding Dong!"

Ye Xingchen's phone rang. It was Zhang Yi who had sent a message to the group.