In the ice age apocalypse, I hoarded ten billion worth of supplies

It was no secret that Huang Tianfang and Wang Qiang had cigarettes.

After all, these two people were not good at hiding things. When others were working, they smoked outside without paying attention to others.

Everyone thought about it for a while and guessed that it was Zhang Yi who provided them.

So, some building managers who were addicted to smoking asked Zhang Yi to bring them cigarettes.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "It may be a little difficult to provide so many people."

The other building managers were anxious.

"Zhang Yi, you can't be partial to one!"

"Our requirements are not high, one pack a day, just one pack!"

"This is my lifelong request!"

Zhang Yi sighed helplessly, "Okay, I will try my best to provide you. Let's do this, starting from tomorrow, I will provide you building managers who need cigarettes."

Seeing this, the non-smokers couldn't help but step forward and put forward their own requests.

"I don't smoke, I just like to eat betel nut. Can you meet this request?"

"I want to drink some wine, the cheapest loose wine is fine!"

...

Zhang Yi said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I've written down everything you said. I won't be partial, everyone will have a share!"

Everyone smiled contentedly, then took their supplies and left.

After they left, Li Chengbin, Jiang Lei and others were indignant.

"Brother Zhang, are you too good to them?"

"It's a great favor to give them food, and now they are asking for more and more!"

But Zhang Yi said lightly: "Their demands are not excessive, I can't be partial. It's okay, let it be!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Yi as if he were a stranger.

No one could have thought that Zhang Yi, who was ruthless in the past, would become so cowardly at this time!

But Zhang Yi went to find the things himself, so they couldn't say anything.

After distributing the supplies to everyone, Zhang Yi returned home. He took a hot bath, then lay comfortably on the sofa in his pajamas, looking up at the ceiling.

"It's about time."

An internal conflict has caused heavy losses to other apartment buildings.

The number of deaths in the first round is more than 400.

There are also hundreds of people injured in the battle. It is basically impossible for these people to survive. Even if they survive by chance, they will not pose any threat in the short term.

Zhang Yi took a walk around the community in the morning. During that process, he observed the number of people who could still move in the community.

There are about 700 people.

Moreover, he used cigarettes and white wine as bait to successfully lure out the building managers of each apartment building.

In other words, it's time to close the net!

Zhang Yi doesn't plan to delay any longer.

Because there will be no major conflicts in the apartment buildings in the short term, it is meaningless to delay.

And because of the food he provides, those people will be replenished with physical strength. After a while, they will pose a greater threat to Zhang Yi.

"Tomorrow!"

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed between his eyes.

...

The next day, Zhang Yi went out as usual and left the community.

He did not tell anyone about his plan for today, including Uncle You.

Because this operation is very important, if it is missed, it will increase the difficulty and risk of the operation.

So Zhang Yi does not trust anyone.

After leaving the community, he went to the supermarket first.

He found a lot of food from various shelves, most of which were bulk steamed buns, dumplings, and bagged bread tied with drawstrings.

Today, Zhang Yi specially found food of better quality than the previous few days, and gave more in quantity.

"I am kind enough to them to have a richer last meal!"

Zhang Yi said so.

After piling up a lot of things, Zhang Yi took out the rat poison he had obtained before from the alien space.

The colorless and odorless powder only needs a little to be fatal.

It just so happened that the food was a little spoiled and the color was not normal, so it was impossible to see the powder.

Zhang Yi took out the gas mask he found in the military camp from the space and put it on, then carefully sprinkled rat poison on the food.

It took him half an hour to complete this process by himself.

"Wang Qiang and Huang Tianfang may not be confident about the food and will ask people to test the poison. But they are so greedy that they will definitely not share cigarettes and liquor with others."

"Old smokers and old alcoholics will lose their usual caution in front of these things. I will drug them!"

Zhang Yi took a few packs of cigarettes, thought about it, and opened the plastic wrapping.

When he gave them to Wang Qiang and others before, the cigarettes were unwrapped, of course, in preparation for today.

This was to dispel their suspicion.

After all, it was good to be able to get cigarettes now, and it was not surprising that there were some problems with the packaging.

Then, he carefully stuffed the rat poison into the tobacco of the cigarettes little by little.

As for the liquor, the method was a little more complicated.

Zhang Yi first mixed the rat poison into the alcohol, and then injected it through the bottle stopper with a syringe.

How to say it, it was a bit rough, but when he went back, it was almost night and it was dark.

Those drunkards could hardly notice such a small flaw.

After two hours of busy work, Zhang Yi began to pack the food in bags and put it on the sled behind the snowmobile.

It didn't snow so heavily outside today, but the wind was still sharp.

Zhang Yi leaned against the wall of the mall and finally lit a cigarette for himself, taking small sips.

Because if you take too much puffs, it is easy to get your lungs frozen by the cold air.

"Maybe it's the end of today. I always feel that this process is surprisingly smooth."

Zhang Yi muttered to himself.

Everything that the people in other apartment buildings have done so far is completely in line with Zhang Yi's expectations.

But it is this kind of cooperation that gives Zhang Yi an unreal feeling.

"I always feel that everything is going too smoothly, but others are not fools. How could they be played around by me alone?"

Zhang Yi smiled self-deprecatingly and narrowed his eyes.

"This false harmony is only temporary. Those guys are not stupid. They will attack me sooner or later. The reason why they choose to endure it is that they are waiting for some opportunity?"

"There is a traitor in 25#, but I haven't found out who it is. Is he alive or has he died a while ago?"

Zhang Yi asked himself these questions, but he didn't get the answer.

He is not Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan, and he doesn't have such powerful detective skills.

However, he has something better in his hands in this doomsday - he has a fortress and a gun!

Zhang Yi threw the cigarette he had smoked twice to the ground and crushed it with his toes.

"No matter what your plan is, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are meaningless."