In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

"I'm so tired. I see the good days coming to an end."

Song Jinhe shook his head and clicked his tongue twice. The sunlight outside the window was blocked by the heavy curtains, and the temperature did not decrease at all.

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August 8th is the 11th day of the end of the world.

All the water outside the window has evaporated, and a thick layer of mud has accumulated on the ground, which is now dry and smelly from the sun.

There were not many people to be seen on the street, and the ground temperature was as high as about 80 degrees Celsius. Mosquitoes of all kinds were constantly crawling out of the cracks. If they bite a person, they will turn up a big red and swollen bump in an instant.

Song Jinhe frowned and looked at the mice and cockroaches crawling up from various sewer pipes, feeling somewhat disgusted.

The vitality of these things is indeed tenacious enough. After two natural disasters, they can still have descendants and grandchildren, which has had a great impact on mankind.

Cheng Qianhuai held insecticide in his hand and sprayed it at the sewer. The effect was pretty good, but the densely packed corpses were still nauseating.

"We are all like this on the 18th floor. I think it will only be worse on other floors."

Song Jinhe frowned and looked at it: "We should seize the root cause. If we can't get rid of the mosquitoes downstairs, we won't be able to live in peace."

"What are you going to do? You can't send pesticides to them, right? This stuff can't be distributed casually."

Cheng Qianhuai used expanding foam to block all the gaps in the sewers, and then sprayed them heavily with insecticide before he could barely have time to breathe.

"No need. They are not helpless. If they need anything, they will naturally find it themselves."

Song Jinhe answered: "Clog all the gaps that can be blocked and give them some time."

The survivors in Building 3 have all experienced a major reshuffle, and those who survived are not lazy people.

When there is an obstacle in front of them, the first thing they think of is to find a way to solve it themselves, instead of going directly upstairs to ask for help from the 18th floor.

At this moment, the survivors in 1602 all held torches in their hands. They could burn a lot of small flying insects in an instant when they reached over. However, there were too many mosquitoes, so they did not dare to be too presumptuous in order to avoid catching fire.

The air conditioner is on in the house. Some time ago, Xu Qingkang developed a new type of human-powered generator that can support three air conditioners and one refrigerator.

In order to gather together and use the air conditioner, all the survivors moved to the 16th floor to survive. Although it was a little crowded, it was cool and comfortable.

The power of the generator is very high, but power generation still requires manpower, so it is not much easier. However, everyone who lives in a comfortable air-conditioned house is willing to contribute to supply electricity.

"What should we do, Brother Wang? These things keep crawling into our house. If we don't stop them in time, even the newly grown potatoes may be eaten by those red-eyed mice!"

The man holding the torch to burn the flying insects was a little anxious. Wang Xingsheng also had a big bump in his mouth because of his anxiety. Everyone felt a little heavy.

I thought that having air conditioners would improve my life, but who would have thought that something like this happened again.

“Tonight, we started a night watch shift, and everyone who wasn’t assigned to the night watch went out to look for various insecticides, sticky mouse pads, and the like.

In addition to these, we also need iron sheets and wooden boards, which are materials that can be used to strengthen doors and windows. Everyone should pay attention to them. "

Wang Xingsheng announced the mission. They didn't need to focus on stocking up on food now. They had already recovered a lot of food and mineral water with the help of the assault boat brought back by Song Jinhe some time ago.

The basic survival problems have been solved, and they can devote their energy to searching for materials that can improve their lives. After all, no one wants to sleep with flies and mice.

The survivors all responded, looking up at the modified air conditioner, enjoying the cool breeze, and even thought the red-eyed mice were much cuter.

In order to save electricity to supply the air conditioner in the planting area of ​​1601 master bedroom, the other two air conditioners can only be turned on for about 12 hours a day.

But this is already good. Compared with the survivors outside who can only endure the heat and sleep, they don't know how much luckier they are.

Everyone is very contented and full of hope for the future.

Throughout the whole day, everyone was messily cleaning up the mice and cockroaches that crawled up the sewer pipes. They were busy until dark before sending a team of people out to search for supplies.

They were fully armed, holding sharply polished weapons in their hands, always ready to deal with dangers that suddenly burst out of the darkness.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai did not go out with them, so there must be no one in Building 3.

Once Wang Xingsheng's team and the 18th floor are gone, the remaining old, weak, women and children will have no chance of winning against those with evil intentions.

"It's getting dark quite late. Do you think anyone will come tonight?"

Cheng Qianhuai opened the window and looked outside. From time to time, he could see the light of a few flashlights, but they only flickered and had no sense of existence.

Song Jinhe held a cup of honey grapefruit tea with ice in his hand and had his own thoughts in his heart.

"In the evening, I saw a few people poking their heads outside the building. Brother Wang and his group just went out. I think it's time for those people poking their heads to go back and report the news."

The city center has been in chaos for more than half a month, and the battle for supplies has been going on for a long time. Building 3 may also be involved.

Being able to steal half a month of leisure time is already considered a luxury for them, and now they have to brace themselves to face the challenge.

"Let's go, let's go down, don't let those who keep watch at night suffer any more trouble."

Song Jinhe drank the honey grapefruit tea in his hand, took out the pistol and bullets from the space and handed them to Cheng Qianhuai. The two looked at each other, opened the safety door and walked out.

The dark nights during the hot summer are the most dangerous. There are countless wild beasts hidden in the darkness, just waiting for their prey to take their lives unprepared.

Unfortunately, the survivors in Building 3 are not just prey, but also hunters.

Outside Building 3, a team of about 20 people was hiding in a corner, discussing something in a low voice.

The leader is a fat man. He has experienced extreme cold and still has such a body. I think he must have lived well.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, dripping down his chin, and his breathing became somewhat rapid when he looked at the door of the unit in Building 3.

“Their combat power has just gone out to search for supplies, and now it is time for us to go in and search for supplies.

Brothers, cheer me up, they seem to be living a good life, and they must have a lot of things in their hands! "

The fat man's double chin trembled slightly with excitement: "After finishing this job, let's celebrate tomorrow. No one should be left behind!"

He gave the order, and the team members behind him shouted, lowered their steps and rushed towards the door of Building 3 cautiously.

But before they could get closer, the fat man in the lead fell to the ground with a bang, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared on his head.

"Damn it! Boss!"

The boys following behind were all confused, but it was so dark that the flashlights in their hands could only shine randomly around, unable to find the source of the bullets.