Chapter 47 A Tasty Gift
However, no matter how Zhang Bohai schemed, he never accounted for Liang Yu, the idle slacker.
Comfortably nestled within the Doomsday Fortress, he wasn't diligently playing games, nor was he focused on watching movies while lying down.
Instead, he happened to notice their movements.
Liang Yu was afraid that their operation would proceed too smoothly.
So, he began to think about how to increase the difficulty of their clearance while ensuring their overall success.
Seeing that the other party was already in the stairwell on the third floor, Liang Yu instantly teleported to a room on the top floor.
He once again took out chili powder and pepper.
He inserted the balls containing chili powder and pepper into the device, aimed at the window in the fifth-floor corridor, and waited for them to approach before firing directly.
Although the weather was cold, with the outside temperature currently around minus 60 degrees Celsius,
as long as the other party inhaled it into their eyes, mouth, or nose, it would make them wish they were dead.
It could affect their combat capability to a certain extent, but it wouldn't impact the overall situation.
He then took out a mask and gloves and put them on.
He took out a spherical object and a pickled auk, continuously squeezing its internal organs into the sphere.
At the same time, he observed the positions of the group.
By the time they had slowly climbed the fourth floor, Liang Yu had already squeezed an unknown number of pickled auks, filling the entire sphere to four-fifths of its capacity.
After placing the ball in his backpack and duplicating it, the other party had already reached the fifth-floor stairwell.
He decisively fired the ball containing chili powder and pepper; when they were halfway through, the ball broke through the window and smashed against the wall above the group.
The large amount of red chili powder immediately spread throughout the narrow space.
Zhang Bohai and his group of fifteen people, caught off guard, inhaled some of it.
Immediately, a burning pain hit their nasal passages, then they were stimulated by the pepper.
Sounds continuously echoed in the stairwell.
"Hachoo!"
"Hachoo!"
"Hachoo!"
By this time, their scarves and outer clothing were stained by this mixture.
Then Zhang Bohai's voice came through.
"Hold your breath, then go up to the sixth floor and clean yourselves up."
With the command, everyone tried their best to follow Zhang Bohai's instructions.
However, the commotion caused by Liang Yu was too great and had already been noticed by the residents of Building 10.
Some nosy residents even stuck their heads out into the stairwell to watch them.
Upon seeing the other party coming up, they quickly scurried back into their rooms and posted about the situation in the large Building 10 group chat.
Zhang Bohai and his group hurriedly arrived on the sixth floor. They took off their outermost coats and warm hats to start cleaning off the substances.
Liang Yu had by this time packed up the used pickled auks in a bag and thrown it into his backpack.
As expected, he again obtained 9999+ pickled auks with their internal organs squeezed out.
He still had a use for these; after all, they were food, and even if he didn't eat them, it didn't mean others wouldn't.
Looking at the group, Liang Yu revealed a very sunny smile.
He refilled the ball with the pickled auk internal organs.
Aim! Fire!!
He fired several shots in a row.
6th floor! 7th floor! 8th floor! 9th floor! 10th floor!!
He gave each floor a full three shots!
Meanwhile, Zhang Bohai and his group on the sixth floor were still cleaning off the chili powder when an unspeakable substance began to fall on them from above.
At first, for a few seconds after it fell, there was nothing.
But after a while, the smell directly permeated the entire 6th floor stairwell.
And Liang Yu had even blessed them with three consecutive shots!!
Instantly, the dozen-plus people present felt a wave of nausea rise from the depths of their hearts.
Especially after three of them exploded directly above their heads.
It got into their hair, on their faces, on the scarves around their necks, and some unlucky ones even had it flow into their bodies.
"Ugh!!!!!"
"Ugh!!!!!"
"Ugh!!!!!"
"Ugh!!!!!"
"Ugh!!!!!"
For a moment, no one present could endure the Inuit's favorite delicacy.
They all vomited up every bit of food they had eaten that day.
After vomiting up the food, they started dry heaving.
At this point, someone couldn't take it anymore and ran up to the seventh floor without waiting for Zhang Bohai's command.
They expected sweet, fresh air, but unexpectedly, the environment on the seventh floor was similar to that on the sixth, perhaps even more disgusting.
The floor was covered with unspeakable substances, and the stench they emitted was even stronger than on the sixth floor.
Seeing someone go up to the seventh floor, those on the sixth floor followed suit.
This included Zhang Bohai, but when they reached the seventh floor, they were also stunned.
By this time, many people were already starting to feel a burning, stinging sensation in their esophagus, an effect of stomach acid reflux.
Zhang Bohai, seeing these utterly foolish residents, walked directly to the side and kicked open the door connecting to the seventh-floor resident's apartment.
"All of you, get in there!! And close the door!"
These residents saw Zhang Bohai holding the Equalizer and pointing it at them, his words filled with fury.
Immediately, the thirteen of them quickly did as Zhang Bohai said.
After they entered the common area on the 7th floor, they felt the smell had somewhat diminished, but many were still dry heaving.
Zhang Bohai looked at his and these people's clothes; he really couldn't let them take them off and throw them away.
In this weather, one more layer would keep them temporarily warmer, and they didn't even know how many layers of clothing these liquids had permeated.
He then commanded them.
"Those with fire axes, go break open the door of 702 for me. Rotate groups every one or two minutes so no one gets too tired."
"Since you're already here, the house is full of food. Once you break in, it's yours."
However, when the crowd heard "food," they didn't have their initial enthusiasm; these two words stimulated them again.
Nevertheless, they dared not slack off on what needed to be done, as the Equalizer in Zhang Bohai's hand was ready to fire.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
Soon, with the combined efforts of several people, the door of 702 was breached with a large hole in less than 3 minutes.
One person directly reached in, wanting to twist open the door.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this person reached in, a scream erupted from inside the hole.
"Ah ah ah ah!!!!"
"My hand!!!"
It was the owner of 702, who had taken a fruit knife and stabbed the person's hand.
These residents saw that the other party actually dared to resist.
They pulled out the injured person, and the remaining few, wielding fire axes, quickly destroyed the door frame with repeated blows.
The resident whose hand was stabbed went up and kicked open the door with two feet.
At this moment, Wu Jue, holding a weapon, was the first to go in and scout. Seeing no one and no other dangers, he quickly called the others to come in.
Zhang Bohai walked over, and the residents consciously made way, following Zhang Bohai inside.
Then Zhang Bohai sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"Go search. Borang, find the person for me; remember, alive."
"Wu Jue, you take people to find all the food in this house and put it in the living room. Just leave one day's worth for me and Borang; you and the brothers can share the rest."