There was no time to feel sad. Others in the building didn't know what happened to him, and his wife didn't see anyone.
There is also Teacher Jiang’s daughter Yuanyuan, the little girl is so cute, don’t bury her in the mouth of a zombie.
As soon as they arrived on the 11th floor, a few people saw the tables, chairs and benches blocking the corner of the stairs. They were piled up in layers, almost reaching the ceiling.
Faintly, I could hear voices coming from behind.
Yan Baoan tentatively shouted: "Fenyu, Teacher Jiang?"
Afraid of disturbing the zombies, the strict security guard did not dare to speak too loudly. When no one responded, he broadcast a high-pitched voice: "Fen Yu, Teacher Jiang, are you there?"
Soon, a strange voice came from the gap, "This building belongs to us now, get out of here!"
The sound was very ferocious, and the four of them looked at each other, and sure enough, someone had taken advantage of it.
Clearing his throat, Liang Yingsheng took a step forward and said, "We are residents of this building and have supplies. As long as you let us in, we can share half of the supplies with you."
Only Chen Tao in Teacher Liang's car can fight, Brother Liu can barely fight, and there is a dragster like Qiu Ting, so he must have been controlled by those gangsters now.
First, Liang Zhimo and Zhao Zifang were asked to hide out of sight, while Liang Yingsheng winked at Yan Baoan.
Yan Baoan understood immediately and shook the huge mountaineering bag on his back. "We have biscuits, bread and water. It's too dangerous outside. Let us go home and share the supplies with you."
Through the gap, you could see several bags of biscuits that Security Guard Yan took out from his bag. The man hesitated and said, "Just wait, I have guns. Who dares to mess with you and kill you."
Got a gun?
Frowning slightly, Liang Yingsheng thought about it. Guns and ammunition are strictly controlled in the country. This group of extremely vicious gangsters have no choice but to rob the police station weapons depot or go through illegal channels.
However, illegal channels also cost a lot of money. She had been observing the community for so long and found no gunshots anywhere.
So, either he is using a fake gun to scare people, or...
So what if there are real guns, the methods are all figured out by people.
"Zhi Mo, you and Zhao Zifang are waiting here. As soon as you hear the whistle, put the zombies on the 9th floor up. Then you go to Yan Baoan's house to hide."
Worried, Liang Yingsheng handed the machete to Liang Zhimo again, "Don't untie all the ropes. Just loosen them to give yourself some time to escape."
Liang Zhimo looked serious, "Well, don't worry."
After the explanation, the man who went to report also came back. He heard the footsteps of at least three or four people.
The tables, chairs and benches blocking the corridor were moved away, and a rough-looking man with obvious scars on his face appeared in sight.
Behind him, there were two followers, one fat and one thin. The three of them were eating packages of dried noodles in their hands.
Liang Yingsheng was familiar with the packaging bag of dry noodles. She had taken it out of the snack shop's warehouse and was brought back first by Jiang Mingfei and others.
After glancing at the security guards behind him, Teacher Jiang and the others were indeed controlled by these people.
Liang Yingsheng was very glad that she took Liang Zhimo with her when she went out to look for supplies this time. Sometimes, people are scarier than the zombies outside.
"Seven to three, we are seven and you are three, how about that?"
Yan Baoan pretended to hesitate, "Why can we only get this, 50/50 of the supplies we worked so hard to find?"
The scarred man snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me? If you don't agree, get out. This building is our territory now, and all residents who have handed over food can be protected by us."
shelter?
Liang Yingsheng sneered in his heart, a robber is nothing more than that.
"We can agree to 30-70 points, but you must let us in first."
Only then did the scarred man look at Liang Yingsheng, and when he saw that she was a pretty and pretty girl, his eyes became lewd.
"You are still a little beauty. If you are willing to play with us, I might consider leaving some more supplies for you."
Liang Yingsheng was extremely arrogant: "Sorry, I'm not interested in ugly men."
"You stinky bitches, don't toast me and eat the fine wine. I'm in a good mood today and I'm willing to give you a chance. In normal times, would you still be able to stand here and negotiate with me?"
Liang Yingsheng never thought about negotiating with them. If it weren't for the pile of garbage in front of her, she would have gone up with her whip.
Why waste your spit when things can be solved by force?
Yan Baoan was worried about his wife and tugged at the hem of Liang Yingsheng's clothes, "I agree, but you have to move these things away first."
There were hordes of zombies downstairs, and there were only two people on the other side, one of whom was a little girl. The scarred man was sure that they did not dare to mess around, so he waved his hand and motioned to the two followers to move the things piled in the corridor.
Not knowing that Liang Yingsheng and others had blocked the corridor again, for fear of attracting more zombies, the two moved things very lightly. After a long time, they cleared a gap that a single person could pass through.
The scarred man pointed at Liang Yingsheng, "You come in first."
Liang Yingsheng did not hesitate and walked in sideways. Only then did she realize that the corridor on the 11th floor was full of people, all residents of this building.
Yan Baoan's wife was among them, as was Jiang Mingfei and others. Jiang Mingfei's glasses were broken, his hair was messy, and Chen Tao's face was stained.
Chen Tao's combat effectiveness is quite good in this building and even in the entire community. This group of gangsters really has a lot of tricks up their sleeves.
Seeing Liang Yingsheng, Jiang Mingfei seemed a little excited. Just as he was about to speak, Liang Yingsheng gave him a look.
The scarred man has already started to sort out the supplies in Yan Baoan's backpack.
Liang Zhimo and the others were given the gasoline to carry, and Liang Yingsheng's backpack was also given to Liang Zhimo. Even so, there were enough items in Yan Bao'an's bag.
Especially when they saw several boxes of self-heating rice inside, the scarred man's eyes lit up.
Yan Baoan was just about to close his backpack when the scarred man glared hard and pushed him away, "Do you think you still have a role in our hands? If you still want to live in this building, just give me some peace.
All supplies were confiscated.”
The corridor on the 11th floor seemed a bit crowded at the moment. Everyone was huddled in the corner and shivering, and many people were injured.
Soon, Liang Yingsheng discovered Yang Xianglian, Wang Jianyu, her mother and her son in the crowd.
Her eyes darkened, and she knew why these people came to this building.
It must have been that after Yang Xianglian and her son were kicked out, they approached these people in order to survive and told them that many residents in Building 11 had food.
In addition, the last time they went out to look for supplies, they were followed.
"Teacher Jiang, how many people are there in total?"
"Six, that scarred man has a gun."
"Real gun?"
Jiang Mingfei shook his head, "I don't know, it looks real."
Regardless of whether it was a real gun, she did have a real gun.
The weather was hot and everyone was wearing cool short-sleeved clothes. Liang Yingsheng put on a thin coat when she went out to avoid injury. It came in handy at this moment.