Chapter 117: The Power of the Sniper Rifle
Wang Qiang and Huang Tianfang, driven by their addiction to cigarettes, were eager to agree to Zhang Yi's conditions just to secure a daily pack. Meanwhile, Chen Lingyu, preoccupied with her own discomfort, was barely able to focus.
Li Jian, forced to speak up, said, "These conditions are indeed harsh. We can’t make such decisions alone. Otherwise, the other buildings won’t agree."
Zhang Yunan, the simple-minded leader of Building 5, followed suit. "Yeah, we can’t decide on this so easily. We need to discuss it further."
Zhang Yi's expression turned cold, and his voice followed suit. "Discuss further? Are you messing with me? If the five of you can’t decide for the whole neighborhood, why did you come here as representatives to negotiate?"
Outside, Uncle You and his men tightened their grip on their weapons and moved closer to the door, their faces stern and cold.
Wang Qiang and the others felt a chill run down their spines. They realized that Zhang Yi could easily kill them if he wanted to—after all, he had a gun, and they had brought nothing.
Wang Qiang quickly intervened, "Wait, who said we can’t decide? We’ve already agreed that the five of us would make the decisions. Do you think the others won’t listen?"
"Honestly, Zhang Yi’s conditions are acceptable," he added, exposing his eagerness and lack of negotiation skills. As a young street punk, he lacked the experience for such critical talks.
"Everyone should be reasonable. Zhang Yi has his own difficulties. We shouldn’t push too hard," Huang Tianfang said, trying to gain Zhang Yi’s favor. "Zhang Yi, I agree to your terms!"
Wang Qiang followed suit, "Me too!"
Zhang Yunan, still unsure what to say, just kept frowning and pretending to think deeply.
Only Li Jian and Chen Lingyu had some sense, but Chen Lingyu, distracted by her own situation, couldn’t contribute effectively. Li Jian was left alone, struggling to maintain a cohesive front.
Zhang Yi watched them with interest while keeping an eye on the situation outside. Suddenly, he noticed something alarming. The crowd he had dispersed with a grenade was regrouping and quietly moving towards Building 25.
Zhang Yi's lips curled into a sneer. "Taking advantage of the negotiations to launch a surprise attack? Classic move."
He turned to the five leaders and asked, "Did you arrange for people to attack while we’re negotiating?"
Wang Qiang and the others were bewildered. Wang Qiang laughed dismissively, "What are you talking about? We’re all here. Who would attack and risk their own lives?"
Zhang Yi remained indifferent. "I agree, but you’d better investigate when you get back."
He suspected the attackers weren't acting on the leaders’ orders. Either other leaders had decided to sacrifice these five to distract Zhang Yi, or their own men were attempting a power grab, disregarding their leaders’ lives.
Li Jian's face turned pale as he realized the situation. "They’ve started the attack!"
Wang Qiang, Huang Tianfang, Chen Lingyu, and Zhang Yunan were shocked. "Those idiots! Who told them to do this?"
Zhang Yi's smile remained cold. He suddenly reached down and grabbed his black sniper rifle.
"Everyone, sit down!!" Zhang Yi shouted, aiming the black barrel at the five leaders.
Uncle You and his men quickly sealed off all exits. The sight of the sniper rifle left the five leaders terrified.
"Zhang Yi, we swear it wasn’t us! Please don’t shoot!" Wang Qiang pleaded, sweating profusely.
Chen Lingyu, already struggling, collapsed to the floor, her pants even wetter.
Ignoring them, Zhang Yi turned and set up his sniper rifle at the window. Below, the attackers were gathering at the temporary main entrance, ready to storm Building 25.
Zhang Yi aimed at a tall figure in the crowd and pulled the trigger.
The deafening sound echoed through the community as the head of the leader from Building 11 exploded, splattering the snow with red and white.
The attackers froze in shock.
Another shot, another head exploded.
Finally, the attackers realized what was happening and either fled or dropped to the ground in panic.
Zhang Yi, his eyes cold, methodically targeted those lying on the ground.
"Think you’re smart? Lying down like that? I’ll kill you all!"
The booming sound of the sniper rifle echoed through the community, each shot sending a chilling message.
In the negotiation room, the five leaders were petrified, realizing the true terror of Zhang Yi.