Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 133: Smoked Duck

The neighbors of Building 25 followed Zhang Yi’s orders, picked up their weapons, and surrounded Building 21. They weren't sure what Zhang Yi planned to do. If a fight really broke out, this loose encirclement seemed pointless.

Meanwhile, the members of the Crazy Wolf Gang upstairs noticed the unusual activity.

"Zhang Yi has brought people to surround us!" one of the gang members warned.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their hair standing on end! Zhang Yi had just killed so many people, including their leader Wang Qiang, leaving these wolf cubs pale with fear.

Knowing Zhang Yi was coming made them panic even more, pushing some to the brink of madness.

"We’re doomed! We can't possibly fight that demon! He’s too terrifying!" a yellow-haired gang member wailed, clutching his head.

At this moment, Xiao Lu, the second-in-command of the Crazy Wolf Gang, rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and slapped him twice.

Then he yelled at the group, "What are you afraid of? This building is our stronghold. Even if Zhang Yi has a gun, he’ll lose a layer of skin if he tries to get in here!"

With Xiao Lu’s command, the gang members barely held themselves together. They gripped their weapons tightly, guarding every trap, ready to fight Zhang Yi to the death.

But Zhang Yi didn’t enter as they expected. He merely instructed his neighbors to watch every window to prevent anyone from escaping.

Then, Zhang Yi went to the fourth-floor entrance of Building 21. His right eye flashed with a white light, and a large pile of freshly cut, wet wood filled the room.

Next, he piled in cheap synthetic fiber clothes, nearly filling the entire room. Only then did he take out a barrel of gasoline and spill it on the floor.

After completing these tasks, he stepped out of the room. No one was at the front entrance, so none of his neighbors saw what he did.

Zhang Yi took out a handgun and fired, breaking the gasoline barrel. Gasoline gushed out, forming a natural fuse leading to the door.

Zhang Yi walked over and lit the gasoline trail with a lighter. "Whoosh!" Flames roared to life, illuminating the entire room.

Zhang Yi quickly retreated, and within seconds, the fire blazed ferociously! The synthetic clothes caught fire instantly, and the flames engulfed the whole room.

The wet wood, with its moisture evaporated, also caught fire quickly. However, the incomplete combustion produced thick black smoke, which mixed with the smoke from the burning synthetic clothes and rose into the air.

In this cold weather, every window in the building was tightly shut. The smoke had nowhere to go but up, seeping through every crevice like a black dragon, quickly engulfing floor after floor!

Upstairs, the Crazy Wolf Gang members were waiting for Zhang Yi to attack. Instead, they were greeted by an unbearably acrid black smoke.

"Cough, cough, cough... They’re setting a fire!!"

"These people are despicable, shameless! Zhang Yi, that coward, even with a gun, is too scared to fight us directly!"

"Quick, open the windows, let the smoke out!"

"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough..."

"Water, is there any water? Wet your clothes and cover your nose."

"Where’s the water? It’s all ice!"

"Pee, pee on the clothes!"

"Ah, my eyes! My eyes are burning, I can’t see anything."

"Cough, cough, cough... I... cough, cough..."

The thick smoke quickly filled the entire building. When the people inside realized the problem and tried to open the windows, they found them sealed shut by ice and snow. There was no way to open them.

The building had turned into a giant oven, and they were the ducks inside. However, calling them roast duck wasn’t quite right. They were more like smoked duck.

Zhang Yi stood outside the building, holding his rifle. The yellow flames illuminated his face, and he felt incredibly warm.

He reminisced about his college days, when his department organized a bonfire party. Everyone sang and danced around the fire, and those times were truly memorable.

But tonight's bonfire was much larger and wilder than that.

At this point, the surrounding neighbors finally understood what Zhang Yi was doing. They could hear the screams and coughing from inside the building, sending chills down their spines.

The building had become a death trap, and Zhang Yi blocked the only way out.

People inside could either wait to die or come out and be killed.

Soon, someone couldn’t bear it any longer. They braved the smoke, rushing down the stairs, trying to escape. But with his eyes stinging and vision blurred, he stumbled and fell into the flames.

Amidst the terrifying screams, he soon succumbed to the fire.

"Crash!" Someone upstairs smashed a window and jumped out. From seven or eight floors up, faced with death, they jumped without hesitation.

But after landing, before they could celebrate surviving the fall, a waiting woman with a knife slashed them dead.

"Li Yun, you’re getting good at this. You used to be afraid to even kill a chicken!" a neighbor commented, laughing.

Proud of the compliment, Li Yun wiped the blood off her face. "Everyone’s working hard; I can’t slack off!"

Just as she spoke, she noticed another person falling from above. Blood spurted from their mouth, and their eyes were filled with soot. Barely alive, their body convulsed.

"Ah, here’s another one. Let me handle it!" Li Yun said cheerfully. She walked over, raised a cleaver, and with a "thud," chopped off their head.

The other neighbors were doing the same.

The people upstairs had no idea what awaited them below. They believed breaking the windows and jumping was their only way to survive.

The neighbors worked diligently, feeling the warmth of the flames on their faces, smiling with contentment.

"This fire is beautiful!"

"Yes, we should do this more often."

While everyone was busy, Zhang Yi stood by the entrance, enjoying the warmth.

Residents of other buildings also saw the flames, and smoke, and heard the screams, filling them with fear.

"What should we do? Will Zhang Yi use the same method on us?"

Every resident had this thought.

Rather than waiting to die, why not fight Zhang Yi?

But how? Fight Zhang Yi and his assault rifle with their bare hands?

The memory of Wang Qiang and over ten others being shot like a sieve was still fresh in their minds.

They didn’t dare.

"It’s okay. Zhang Yi won’t kill everyone. He won’t!"

"Grievances have a source. I wasn’t involved in this."

They clung to the hope of mercy, preferring to pray rather than confront Zhang Yi.