Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi dragged his white lounge chair to the window, lay down slowly, and poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee.

The small balcony was soon crowded with more than a dozen people.

Their faces were so pale that they looked like zombies, and with their crazy and twisted expressions, they really didn't look like living people at all.

Zhang Yi thought, if zombies really existed, they would probably be about this extent.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Ding Dong"

Low voices echoed through the French windows.

Braving the wind and snow, this group of lunatics were trying hard to smash the glass.

Even if they hadn't accidentally hit their hands, they wouldn't feel any pain and would have let the blood flow out and then coagulate.

When I just smashed the wall, the feeling of desire was not obvious enough.

But at this time, there was only a layer of glass between them, which allowed them to see more clearly how luxurious Zhang Yi's life was!

The fireplace in the room was burning brightly. Zhang Yi was wearing only a single layer of clothes and lying on a white lounge chair like a landlord.

There is a cup of brewed coffee next to me, still steaming. Judging from the amount of milk foam, it should be a cappuccino.

The coffee table was piled high with weapons, but that wasn't the point.

The key point is that there is a pile of half-eaten snacks thrown under the coffee table.

Potato chips, hamburgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast duck, and even oil-splashed noodles!

It was these things that drove the neighbors on the balcony completely crazy!

I had only been away from them for half a month, but they were so excited as if they had seen their long-lost father!

"Roar!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

They were so excited that they even forgot how to speak, and instead expressed their excitement by howling desperately.

Then he tried even harder, smashing the window with all his might!

Zhang Yi held a cup of coffee in his hand and enjoyed the show.

He simply said, "Who says glass is necessarily more fragile than metal?"

The cost of building this wall is extremely high. For the sake of quality of life, Zhang Yi rejected the proposal of Zhanlong Security Company and did not use metal here.

Instead, they spent a lot of money to customize a whole wall of bulletproof glass as a floor-to-ceiling window.

He still remembered what Wu Huairen, the manager of Zhanlong Security Company, had said, "A wall this thick isn't meant to protect against bullets, it's meant to protect against artillery shells!"

The bulletproof glass on the special vehicles of Western heads of state that can withstand sniper rifles is made of this material.

However, their thickness is less than half of Zhang Yi's wall.

Sure enough, as the group of people were smashing things, they discovered something was wrong.

I originally thought it was plexiglass and I could break it with a few hard hits.

But more than a dozen people smashed it for a long time, but there was not even a crack!

"What kind of glass is this?"

"Is it bulletproof glass?"

"What? Bulletproof glass?"

The word came out hoarsely from the throat of a man with glasses, but it was full of despair, as if it came from the eighteen levels of hell.

If it can defend against artillery shells, why can’t it defend against your handicrafts?

"No, I don't believe it!"

A young man looked up to the sky and shouted, "My fate is in my own hands! I don't believe I can't break it!"

"As long as I break it, the fireplace and all the food and drinks in the house will be mine. I must break it, ahhhh!!!"

Perhaps it was the extremely cold temperature, everyone's brains were frozen as they were tossing back and forth between hope and despair.

They choose to throw away their rationality, work hard and recklessly to fight for a future!

Zhang Yi applauded them and expressed his gratitude.

However, he felt a little hungry.

So he took out some food from the space, such as braised pork elbow, candied banana, some snacks, and a pure cocoa butter chocolate.