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

Chen Zhenghao and others surrounded Zhang Yi's house and smashed the walls, working all morning.

But after digging out the wall skin, floor, and ceiling, it was 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 only manpower is used, there is no hope of breaking it now.

After all, working at ultra-low temperature and not being able to get enough energy to supplement the loss of physical strength will only speed up their death.

Many people were so tired that they collapsed to the ground.

"Gulu~Gulu~" voices rang out.

They caressed their shriveled stomachs, and hunger was about to overwhelm them completely.

But there wasn't much left to eat.

Some people saw their neighbors, through the gaps in their clothes, saw the snow-white flesh.

An idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

Isn't this just meat?

As soon as the terrifying thought appeared, everyone immediately turned cold with fright, and tried hard to drive this thought out of their minds.

But when this idea came into being, it gave people an option in a desperate situation.

They probably also know that if that day really comes, killing each other and cannibalism will definitely happen.

"Is there really no other way?"

Sun Zhichao's face was full of pain, and he even felt that his arm had begun to inflame and fester.

Without antibiotics, not even ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs, let alone effectively clean the wound.

There is still a lot of rust left on his wound.

In this case, death is almost inevitable.

"Damn Zhang Yi, why are you so vicious!"

"How can you live alone compared to so many of us? What's wrong with sacrificing yourself? What's wrong???"

Sun Zhichao roared to the sky, his heart was completely distorted by despair.

At this time, Zhang Yi's neighbor suddenly came out.

"Maybe, you guys can try walking on the balcony."

"When their house was being renovated, the balcony was changed to floor-to-ceiling windows, and a large part of it was 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, it is used by him to grow flowers and dry quilts.

Hearing what Zhang Yi's neighbor said, a group of desperate people suddenly raised their heads.

"Windows? Hahaha, yes! Since there are windows in his house, there must be exits! It's impossible to seal them all!"

"As long as there is a window, you can rush in!"

A group of people broke in from the house next door to Zhang Yi without any explanation.

There is actually a gap of about 15 centimeters between the two balconies, and a fence is installed in the middle.

But these can't stop the crazy people now.

However, the outside of the balcony is no different than the corridor.

At this time, the corridors were sealed off by every household, so they were airtight, and still had some effect of keeping warm.

However, the north wind is howling outside, and the snow is flying heavily, which can freeze people to death in a few hours.

Chen Zhenghao and others don't care about these, as long as they can rush 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 crazy people.

Zhang Yi naturally also noticed such a scene.

The two sides looked at each other for less than a second.

The neighbors waved the tools in their hands and smashed them towards the huge French windows frantically.

And Zhang Yi dragged his white recliner to the window, lay down unhurriedly, and poured himself a steaming cup of coffee.

The small balcony was quickly filled with more than a dozen people.

Their faces were pale, like living corpses, coupled with their crazy and distorted expressions, they really didn't look like living people at all.

Zhang Yi thought to himself, if there were zombies, it would probably be at this level.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Ding Dong"

Deep voices echoed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Braving the wind and snow, these lunatics are trying hard to smash the glass.

Even if they hadn't accidentally hit their hands, they didn't feel any pain, and let the blood flow out and then condense.

When I first hit the wall, the feeling of longing was not obvious enough.

But at this time, only a layer of glass separated them, allowing them to see more clearly how extravagant Zhang Yi's life is!

The fireplace in the room was blazing, and Zhang Yi was only wearing unlined clothes, lying on a white recliner like a landlord.

There is a cup of brewed coffee in hand, still steaming, the amount of milk froth should be a cappuccino.

The end table is full of weapons, but that's beside the point.

The point is under the coffee table, a lot of half-eaten snacks are thrown there.

Potato chips, burgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast duck, and even fried noodles!

It was these things that drove the neighbors on the balcony completely crazy!

After only leaving them for half a month, they were as excited as seeing their long-lost relatives!

"Roar!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

They were so excited that they even forgot their voices, but howled desperately to express their excitement.

Then he worked even harder and smashed the window with all his might!

Holding coffee in his hand, Zhang Yi enjoyed the good show.

He just said lightly: "Who said glass must be weaker than metal?"

The cost of 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, it cost a lot of money to customize an entire side of bulletproof glass as floor-to-ceiling windows.

He still remembered that Wu Huairen, the manager of Zhanlong Security Company, said, "With such a thick wall, it is no longer protecting against bullets, but shells!"

The bullet-proof glass on the special vehicle of the head of state of the West that can withstand the sniper rifle is this kind of material.

However, their thickness is less than half of Zhang Yi's wall.

Sure enough, this group of people found out that something was wrong after smashing and smashing.

I thought it was plexiglass, and it could be smashed with a few hard hits.

But a dozen people smashed it for a long time, why didn't even a crack come out!

"What kind of glass is this?"

"Is it bulletproof glass?"

"What? Bulletproof glass?"

The word came out hoarsely from the throat of a man with glasses, but it was full of despair, as if it came from the eighteen layers of hell.

It can even defend against shells, but can't it prevent your manual work?

"No, I don't believe it!"

A young man looked up to the sky and roared, "My fate is up to me! I don't believe I can't break it!"

"As long as you break it, the fireplace and food and drink in the house will be mine. I must break it, ahhh!!!"

Probably under the extremely cold temperature, jumping around in this kind of hope and despair, everyone's brains were frozen.

They chose to throw away their rationality, work desperately and recklessly, and fight for a future!

Zhang Yi applauded for them, expressing his touch.

However, he felt a little hungry.

So I took out some food from the space, such as sauce-flavored elbows, shredded bananas, and some snacks, such as pure cocoa butter chocolate.