In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

Ye Ziming raised an eyebrow and picked up the conversation: "Oh, Lao Xu, you wouldn't be thinking of making a Molotov cocktail, would you? No wonder you asked me to take some time to suck out the gasoline from the cars that were about to be decomposed. So that's what you were thinking."

When the car was first dismantled, gasoline and diesel were spilled all over the ground. Xu Shuai always felt that this was a waste. In addition, due to the lack of space, his idea was difficult to realize.

The situation is different now. With the upgrade, there is so much extra space that we can easily manufacture a batch of simple Molotov cocktails.

"You two go upstairs and check the situation first. I'll take care of these bottles and the wine."

After a brief period of adjustment, Su Mo, who was keen to integrate into the team, naturally took on the task.

Su Mo turned a passive situation into an active one, giving full play to her initiative and further demonstrating her own value.

Ye Ziming highly approves of her generous and easygoing personality and her unrestrained and decisive manner.

While Su Mo was still expressing her opinion, Yin Rui had already bent down to pick up the bottles. She held two bottles in her left hand and two bottles in her right hand, with her hands crossed and pressed against her sides, and she also had a few bottles between her legs.

Picking up seven empty wine bottles in one go, Yin Rui glanced at Su Mo with a provocative look and gave a contemptuous smile.

"Damn it, it's just moving a bottle, what's with all the bragging?" Su Mo puffed out her chest indignantly.

He strode forward, held up ten empty wine bottles, and swiftly inserted his slender, pale fingers into the bottle openings.

With a clatter, he grabbed ten empty wine bottles with both hands, carrying them by the handle.

"Xu Shuai, what's going on with those two?" Yang Kexin asked curiously, looking at the two women who were openly fighting.

This was the first time she had voluntarily left the flying house to carry out a mission, and it was also the first time she had witnessed the power struggle between Su Mo and Yin Rui.

Xu Shuai shrugged: "It's extremely shocking, but it's a good thing, there's no need to downplay it."

Yang Kexin nodded obediently, rummaged through the cabinet and found two large plastic bags, nearly fifteen bottles in total. Shaking her aching arms, she quickly carried them up to the flying house.

After a thorough investigation, it was confirmed that the area was safe.

Holding their breath and determined to finish the job in one go, the group quickly moved back and forth, frantically looting the metal furniture of the villa.

In just ten minutes, with Xu Shuai leaping onto the flying house, the long search operation, from end to end, finally came to a close.

At this point, this wealthy villa area was only guarded by the last villa.

The rest of the villas in the area were all looted.

Xu Shuai designed a simple frame using iron and aluminum.

The cabinet has a sheet metal frame and an aluminum panel, with each layer limited to 30 centimeters in height. There is also an outward-opening iron railing on the outside.

"Ye Zi, continue leading them to make Molotov cocktails according to this ratio. I'll go cook."

Xu Shuai prepared a Molotov cocktail in advance, handed it to Ye Ziming for reference, and quickly entered the flying house.

Yang Kexin was in charge of cutting the fabric strips, while Ye Ziming controlled the amount of gasoline poured into the bottles.

Yin Rui and Su Mo were responsible for cleaning up the empty bottles and setting up the prepared Molotov cocktails.

Half an hour later, the four of them, with their firepower at full speed, stacked four layers high and produced a total of four hundred Molotov cocktails.

If there had been enough gasoline, the remaining empty bottles could have been used to make three more layers.

"Dinner's ready..."

A shout, like heavenly music, caused several people who were working on the deck to slump down on the deck without any regard for their image, leaning against the wall to rest.

The seemingly ordinary seafood noodles had an irresistible aroma, and the group of people, who were starving, couldn't help but swallow their saliva repeatedly just from the smell.

A mouthful of steaming hot noodles and chilled seafood, though the freshness is almost gone, is still precisely captured by the tongue, bringing a look of happiness to everyone's faces.

There were three large pots, and Ye Ziming ate one of them all by himself.

After finishing their meal, the five of them rested on the deck.

Ye Ziming let out a burp at the beginning, followed by several unexpected burps behind him.

Su Mo looked around, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Yin Rui, on the other hand, wished she could draw all the attention to herself, and deliberately burped.

Even Yang Kexin, who has always been very careful about her diet, ate two large bowls of food for the first time ever.

Her lower abdomen felt bloated; this was the first time she had ever experienced the feeling of being stuffed.

With half an hour left before the experiment ended, Xu Shuai, having nothing else to do and with internet access available, clicked on a short video to check on the disaster situation.

Whether it was due to a lack of maintenance or the large amount of video uploads exceeding the server's maximum capacity, Xu Shuai felt an inexplicable lag when watching videos.

The trending search terms are all related to the apocalypse.

Among them, information about the locations of shelters in various places was placed at the top of the list.

Some of the survivors filmed and uploaded the bloody scenes around them.

The graphic images, labeled with AI tags, can be uploaded as long as they can bypass intelligent review, even the original videos.

The top trending search terms are:

[Complete Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Locations]

[Verification of the Authenticity of the Doomsday Briefs]

300 Tips for Surviving the Apocalypse

[With the apocalypse approaching, should we adhere to the bottom line and wait for rescue?]

......

The first video that appears after clicking on the trending search terms shows Xu Shuai leaning lazily against the wall. After watching for a few seconds, he suddenly straightened up and narrowed his eyes.

In the video, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a mask and holding a selfie stick, is talking to the viewers in the air.

His tone was full of provocation, his arrogant expression radiating superiority: "Hahaha, you angry young men, you jerks..."

I couldn't sleep at midnight, and when I saw the text message notification, I felt like I was going crazy.

Trapped in a high-rise building, unable to sleep night after night, worrying about zombie attacks while also wondering where the next meal will come from—that kind of anxiety and impatience must be unbearable.

I feel so sorry for you guys, sob sob, did any of you get so scared you miss your mom...?

The boy deliberately made a crying sound, shook his shoulders, and looked gloating, as if he wanted someone to rush up and slap him twice.

The screen flickered, then returned to normal, and the boy's voice, full of schadenfreude, rang out again: "Unlike me, I'm stuck inside those hundred-meter-high walls, doing nothing, just watching you guys upload your escape videos with a heart full of hope, watching you race against zombies, watching you all... why don't you just hurry up and die already..."

The camera then shifts to the boy, who seems to be showing off his situation.

Ahead, a towering, majestic city wall, though not yet fully completed, connects the valleys and cliffs on either side.

The narrow passage was initially conceived to rely on the mountain's terrain to block external forces from intruding.

Above the city walls, shadowy figures moved about, seemingly working overtime to finish the job. Occasionally, intermittent gunshots could be heard amidst the noisy background music.

The camera steadily moves from left to right, revealing rusty steel frames covered by green netting, one building after another, as buildings that should have been abandoned are now under construction again.

The view spun rapidly before finally settling on the street, where rows of armored behemoths belching black exhaust fumes were driving in an orderly fashion toward the city.

The video abruptly ended with a loud, clear voice shouting, "What are you filming? Whose kid is this? Stop it right now!"