In the apocalypse, my weapons can evolve infinitely.

"Red center!" "White board."

At this moment, in a room, four men are sitting around a table, leisurely playing cards.

They were smoking in the room, completely oblivious to the tension and terror of the apocalypse.

"Five options, do you want them or not?"

"Old Zhang, stop being so arrogant, okay? What's so great about losing a measly five points? You're about to lose everything today, and you're still showing off."

At this moment, one person mocked the other.

However, the man named Lao Zhang disagreed with his words and said:

"Tch, I've already stopped. Three bites, you believe me or not, I can get a self-draw in the next round."

"Tch, what are you pretending for? What if you lose this round?"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang's eyes narrowed instantly. He stood up and shouted loudly at the other two:

"If we lose, I'll give you my third wife."

Upon hearing Lao Zhang's words, the other three were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Lao Zhang, you call that three wives? We brothers are all normal people. Only you are so perverted, treating that thing like a treasure."

"Ha, it's small and skinny, and it's always crying. What's so good about it?"

Upon hearing this, these people all made sarcastic remarks.

This made the man named Lao Zhang's face turn red instantly. He pushed over the cards in front of him, stood up, and was about to roll up his sleeves to fight.

However, upon seeing this, the others also stood up and stared coldly at Old Zhang.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yong's momentum immediately softened.

He failed to intimidate his opponent, but he wouldn't lose face.

"Damn it, what's that noise down there? I'm going to check it out."

After saying that, Zhang Yong walked out of the room without looking back.

Seeing this, the others all spat towards the door.

"Damn it, what a freak! What is this thing?"

"Exactly, but what do we do now that we're one person short and can't play cards? Should we wait for him or start playing Dou Dizhu?"

"Wait a minute, my addiction to labor and wages hasn't subsided yet."

Upon hearing this, the group started smoking and waiting, but Zhang Yong didn't return for a long time.

"Damn it, what's going on? Did Old Zhang go to find that kid?"

"You bitch, let me go see what's going on."

As they were talking, the other person also got up and left the room, and then...

"What's going on? Is the building haunted today? Could zombies have broken in?"

The other person scoffed upon hearing this.

"Zombies? You know how well San'er made the door frame. It was tied very tightly. Even if someone did manage to open the chains and ropes, no zombie could possibly break something that heavy."

"They're zombies, not laborers."

Upon hearing this person's words, the other person nodded, but the worry in his eyes remained.

"Damn it, if this doesn't work, I'll go out with you and see what's going on."

After hearing his companion's words, the man pondered for a moment.

Well, at least there's someone to look after me, which is better than being here knowing nothing and worrying unnecessarily.

So the two of them grabbed their weapons at the same time, one holding a long machete and the other a crowbar.

The two then left the room directly.

Unlike inside the house, the corridor outside was quiet at this moment.

"Hmm, something doesn't seem right. Should we go up and inform Tiger?"

Upon hearing "Tiger Brother," the man trembled involuntarily, as if recalling something terrifying.

"Forget it, Tiger personally led the team today and apparently brought back two good items. They're celebrating up there right now. I don't want to provoke Tiger at this time."

Upon hearing this, the other person nodded in agreement.

Tiger gave them a feeling that was more than just madness; it was a sense that he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

Even his subordinates were extremely afraid of him.

"Well... how about we go check the door?"

The other person nodded in agreement. There was nothing they could do; it was the four of them on duty tonight, and since there was something wrong with them, they naturally had to investigate it thoroughly.

The two of them went together to the stairwell on the 11th floor.

However, when the two of them arrived, they saw a scene that was hard to believe.

Where's the door? Where's the door?

Where did the fence that was so big and so heavy, which they had worked so hard to move to keep out the zombies, go?

The wall still bears a network of crisscrossing scratches, indicating that there was indeed a railing here before, however...

Now there was nothing in front of them.

"Damn it, there's definitely something wrong. No, I have to tell Tiger, I have to tell..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of a body hitting the ground behind him, which made him swallow the rest of his words.

His breathing became heavier, and his heartbeat quickened.

He dared not turn around, as if a raging beast was standing behind him.

Calm down, breathe. This person is probably right behind me. I have a crowbar in my hand, so my attack range is quite large.

There's a chance, a chance to turn the tables on him.

There will be an opportunity, there definitely will be an opportunity.

There must be...

He kept repeating these words to himself to bolster his courage.

But just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a pain on the top of his head.

Then, as if he had completely lost control of his body, he began to feel dizzy and the world spun around him, and he gradually fell to the ground.

He is about to fall into a coma.

No, he didn't know if he was unconscious, or if he would ever wake up.

However, he still tried to open his eyes at the last moment, wanting to see who it was.

It turns out, the other person wasn't behind me at all. It turns out... he was so far away.

In the end, he still couldn't see the person's face clearly.

He only saw the other person's eyes, eyes that seemed to look at a dead person.

Jiang Xun's gaze turned grim as he watched the slowly collapsing corpse.

Now, everyone on the 11th floor has been cleared out. Next, we'll move on to the 12th and 13th floors.

But... just who exactly is Tiger?

During his earlier infiltration, Jiang Xun had repeatedly heard the words "Brother Tiger" mentioned by the others.

This made him extremely concerned.

With a slight frown, Jiang Xun was constantly calculating a plan to deal with Tiger.

On the other side, on the 13th floor,

At this moment, Fang Yurou and Fang Zhihua had been dragged out of the cage and pinned to the table.

Their disheveled clothes and the occasional scratches showed just how fiercely they had resisted.

Even so, the two of them were now placed on the table like dishes, unable to move.

"Hey Tiger, we monkeys don't understand. You go ahead and do it, but why won't you let us touch their clothes? This is exhausting for us brothers. Look, Tiger, I've lost several pounds."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Tiger, wanting to hear his explanation.

However, Tiger just smiled faintly when he heard this.

"Go straight for it? What's left besides a bare, white ass? What's the difference between that and sleeping with a woman outside the marriage?"

"What we want is fun and excitement, do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads, but still pretended to be very impressive.

"The excitement comes from seeing them in front of you, their clothes being peeled away layer by layer, from their initial resistance and disgust to their eventual obedience and submission, from their initial chastity and virtue to their final... This extreme contrast, when applied to such exquisite beauties, is the ultimate enjoyment."

"Oh," everyone nodded in unison, though they still seemed to understand only vaguely.

However, the monkeys present understood what Tiger meant.

"Brother Tiger, since that's the case, would you like a stocking set? Wouldn't that be better?"

If we're going to go for contrast, let's make it even more contrasting. Wouldn't a stocking set be even better?

Tiger Brother's brow twitched upon hearing this.

"Okay, have Zhang Yong and Wang Qiang deliver this over. Also, have them bring the handcuffs and whips from inside the house as well."

Upon hearing this, the monkey's excitement intensified.

"Okay, Tiger, just a moment."

As the monkey spoke, it quickly reached out and used a walkie-talkie to make contact.

However, the next second, he walked back with a walkie-talkie in his hand, looking puzzled.

He looked up and saw that his brows were deeply furrowed.

"Brother Tiger, something seems off."