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The doors of the two households on the second floor were wide open, and at least 80% of the remaining surviving owners of the building came.

Some were like Yang Xun in his previous life, hiding at home and unwilling to come out.

Most of these people had some surplus food at home and could support themselves, but they were afraid of being robbed if they came out, so they acted like ostriches.

Nearly 80 people were scattered in two houses or in the corridors.

All of them were pale and thin, with a listless look, no blood on their faces, and full of despair. Their bodies were as soft as noodles because they had not eaten for a long time.

"Do you have any food at home? If so, give me some. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't eat."

"Brother, look at my sallow face. Do I look like I have any food? I'm so weak."

"Damn it! Didn't they say that there would be military rescue? It's been so many days and there's not even a shadow."

"Don't even think about it. That rich kid Luo Hai said he wanted to advance from west to east. He didn't think about our current location. They will definitely give priority to rescuing the nearest disaster-stricken groups. Let's... just wait to die."

"Does anyone have milk powder? Expired ones are fine. My child is dying. Otherwise, he is only five months old. I am willing to exchange the gold bracelet. "

"Milk powder? If there is milk powder, I would have drunk it myself. If you want food now, I guess you can only find Nao Zhifei, but we don't even know who Nao Zhifei is."

"Yeah, maybe Nao Zhifei is among us and looking at our miserable state."

"Who the hell is Nao Zhifei! Get out of here! Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

The second floor was in a mess, with weak voices intertwined, including the crying of children, the complaints of the elderly, and the roar of incompetence.

At this time, a short, ordinary-looking young man walked to the second floor surrounded by a group of people. He clapped his hands and made a sound to attract everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at him weakly, wanting to see what this guy was going to do.

The young man particularly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. He looked around at the people at the scene, grinned and said, "Hello, I am the main initiator of this meeting, my name is Chen Bing."

The lucky survivor asked:

"Why did you call us all here?"

"Yes, tell us what you have planned, it's dangerous outside."

Chen Bing didn't hesitate and went straight to the point: "It has been 11 days since the disaster broke out, and the military rescue is nowhere in sight. I think we need to save ourselves! We must unite our strength to build our own shelter for survivors!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene looked at each other in surprise. This plan is indeed promising.

There is strength in numbers, and this saying is useful at any time.

This is especially true during the disaster.

But there is a problem.

Since it is an organization, there must be a leader.

Who will be the leader?

At this time, no one trusts anyone, and they naturally won't let strangers take the position of the boss, and they even want to compete for it themselves.

Another owner asked:

"There is no problem in setting up a shelter, but who will be the leader?"

Chen Bing put his hands behind his back, stood up straight, and said confidently: "I am not talented, but I am willing to be the leader of this shelter."

Everyone: ...

The wishful thinking is about to jump into our faces.

"Why do you want to be the leader!"

Some people were dissatisfied.

"That's right! I think this leader must be elected, and it must be a person of high moral character, fair and just to take the position."

"That's right."

"You want to be the boss? Let me pass this test first!"

A middle-aged man stood up.

"I am a martial arts teacher. I want to see what you have to be the leader of this shelter. If you can't beat me, then the position of the leader of this shelter will be mine."

This middle-aged man also has selfish motives. The power of the leader must be much greater than that of a small member. As long as he becomes the leader, he can use the power of the leader to support a group of his own confidants, and then dominate this building.

This idiot just happened to jump out.

Let him see how powerful I am.

Boom!

Chen Bing clenched his right hand into a fist, and a ball of blazing flames burned on his fist. He took a step forward, and his figure quickly came in front of the middle-aged man, and punched him on the head.

Bang!

The physical fitness of the psychic is at least five times that of a normal man. Chen Bing's punch directly smashed half of the middle-aged man's cheek, and the flames burned on his head.

The middle-aged man burst into a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the ground and kept rolling.

Finally... there was no movement.

Dead!

This scene stunned the surviving owners present, all of whom were in disbelief andThe look of horror in Chen Bing's eyes.

"How... how is this possible!"

"Is this a magic trick?"

"I can feel the heat, this is definitely not a magic trick!"

Chen Bing put away the flame and laughed triumphantly: "This is my superpower. Do you think I can be the leader of this shelter with my superpower?"

This time everyone was silent.

Chen Bing continued: "If I become the leader, I will organize a protection team and a material search team to go out and find materials, and then the food will be distributed uniformly."

"Really?"

"Guaranteed."

"Then... then I am willing to nominate you as the leader."

With the first person starting, the people behind him gradually spoke up.

The main reason was that Chen Bing's method of making fire out of thin air was too shocking.

And they felt that with such a superpower protecting them, they could live a safer life.

Chen Bing was extremely proud.

Before the disaster, he was just a waiter in a restaurant near the community.

Every day he was either scolded by the foreman or picked on by customers.

But he works in the service industry, so he can only greet people with a smile, otherwise he will be deducted from his salary, or even fired in serious cases.

Chen Bing felt like a dog, living without any dignity.

Until the disaster broke out.

Chen Bing had a serious illness two days ago. After he recovered, he found that he had the power to control fire. Relying on the ability to control fire and the improved physical fitness, Chen Bing directly beat down his colleague Xiao Zhang in the same dormitory and played with his girlfriend in front of him.

After that, Chen Bing's confidence exploded.

He felt that he was the chosen one.

He will definitely make a difference in the disaster after awakening his superpowers.

Then there was the incident this morning when someone knocked on the door one by one.

The people who knocked on the door were all those who followed him after he was defeated.

Now he has become the leader of the shelter, managing dozens of people, which makes Chen Bing feel very happy. This is a feeling he has never experienced before.

Finally... finally he doesn't have to be a dog anymore!

He wants to treat others like dogs!

Chen Bing narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Now... all the materials in this building are centralized and managed. You take out all the remaining food from your homes. As for those owners who have not come out, since they don't want to join us, please ask them to leave this building."

After these words came out, the faces of the crowd changed again and again, and the faces of some surviving owners hiding in the crowd became gloomy.

They are happy to give them food.

But if you want to take it out of their pockets, it will cost them their lives.

No one is willing to take out their survival rations to the so-called shelter.

Seeing that no one replied, Chen Bing's face sank, and he felt that his dignity as a leader was ignored.

"Are you all deaf? Can't you hear what this leader said?"