Chapter 35: Walking Straight into Hell
Seeing Tang Ze about to go out and fight again, Sun Ting and Ye Qingyi became worried.
“Didn’t get enough killing last night? I’ll finish the job today.”
Tang Ze opened the door, then paused.
He tossed a pistol to Sun Ting and instructed, “You can use this to kill people, or to kill yourselves. I don’t want to see my supplies get dirty.”
With that, he closed the door and left.
Sun Ting held the cold pistol and looked at Ye Qingyi, who swallowed hard, her mind reeling. Sun Ting then looked at An Bai and decided against it; she was too scared.
The group downstairs had entered the complex. Seeing the corpses in the central green area, they paused.
“This complex is really messed up. So many dead.”
“Yeah, look at these women… tsk tsk. What a waste, they could have been mine.”
A few men vomited. They had thought their own complex was brutal, but after entering Jinyuan Complex, they realized they were too gentle. At least not so many women had died there.
“Boss, it’s too quiet. Something’s not right.”
A younger brother looked at the surrounding buildings. He had expected to see people watching, or at least someone secretly reporting their arrival, but the windows were empty, a chilling sight.
A sense of unease washed over him.
Mo Han snorted. “So what if there’s an ambush? If we don’t take their supplies, our wives and children will starve!”
Hearing this, the men’s hesitation vanished. They gripped their knives tighter. It was either them or their families.
“Stick to the plan. Quick in, quick out. Who knows when it’ll start raining again in this damned weather!”
The men split up and entered different buildings, leaving their shoe covers outside.
They smashed the windows and entered the lobby. Mo Han was here for revenge against Ding Feng, who had taken most of the loot during their last scavenging run.
That was why, as soon as the rain stopped, Mo Han had chosen Jinyuan Complex instead of other targets.
“Boss, I smell blood!”
The youngest of the group, barely twenty, wearing a baseball cap, seemed nervous, his knife trembling.
“What are you afraid of? There are so many of us! Let’s go!”
Mo Han sneered. Although the building was tall, they wouldn’t take the elevator. It was too cramped, and if they were ambushed, their numbers advantage would be nullified.
“Boss, there are so many bodies upstairs!”
A younger brother ran down, his face pale with terror, not daring to go any further. It was a horrific scene, like hell!
Mo Han slapped him. “Useless! Scared of a few corpses? Follow me!”
The twenty men climbed the stairs, their hearts pounding. The blood on the steps grew thicker, a chilling sight. Even Mo Han started to feel nervous. What had happened here?
Soon, they saw the corpses, some dismembered, some cut in half, some decapitated, intestines scattered everywhere.
“Ugh!”
Half the men retched. They had never seen such a scene, even in movies.
Entering an apartment, they froze, staring at the three-story pile of corpses. What had happened here?
“Boss, what… what happened here? It looks like they were all slaughtered with some kind of sharp blade.”
A younger brother, squatting on the ground, examined the wounds.
“Let’s go, Boss. This is creepy.”
Mo Han looked at Ding Feng’s corpse, a deep gash in his chest. Something was definitely wrong. “Quickly, search for supplies!”
The men dispersed to search. One of them accidentally bumped into the woman on the dining table, and her body fell to the floor.
Seeing her appearance, he screamed, startling the others.
“What the f*ck are you yelling about?!”
“Boss, this woman, this woman!!!”
The younger brother pointed at the woman, trembling and stammering.
Mo Han looked over and was also shocked. The woman was nothing but skin and bones, like a mummy.
“Boss, there are no supplies in any of the rooms.”
“What?!”
Mo Han roared and rushed into the bedrooms to check himself. There was nothing. Had another group plundered the place first?
Otherwise, how could so many people have died?
And what about this woman?
“Search the entire building! I don’t believe there are no supplies!”
Mo Han’s face darkened. He was more afraid of starving than of this strange woman.
Just then, his phone rang. It was one of the leaders from the other buildings.
“Boss, everyone here is dead. The women have all turned into mummies.”
“Same here! Not a single survivor!”
“And there are no supplies, it’s been completely cleaned out. We’re too late. Should we… Ah!”
The man screamed before he could finish his sentence.
Mo Han immediately shouted, “Hello? Hello? Four Eyes! Talk to me!”
Panic spread. Mo Han thought that starving was better than dying here.
“Tell the brothers to retreat! Now!”
He yelled the order in the group chat.
But agonizing screams were already echoing through the complex, a chilling sound.
“Boss, Building Three! There’s someone in Building Three! He killed all our men and is heading towards Building Two!”
Mo Han frantically asked, “How many? How many are there?!”
“I only saw one, but we’re no match… Ah!”
Mo Han had thought it was a group, but it was only one person! “Brothers, only one person, and you’re all scared shitless? He killed our men, we can’t let him get away with this! The supplies must be at his place!”
“Kill him!”
“Get him!”
Seeing his men’s bloodlust, Mo Han’s fear dissipated. He ordered in the group chat, “All men to Building Two!”
Putting on their shoe covers, they cautiously made their way to Building Two. Screams were already coming from inside, a chilling dose of reality for the excited men.
“Brothers, don’t be afraid!”
Mo Han tried to reassure them as they carefully entered Building Two.
He opened his phone and whispered, “Hello? What’s the situation in Building Two?”
He waited for half a minute, but the group chat remained silent.
“Hello?! Knife! Chicken! Monk! Hello! Are you all f*cking dead? Say something!”
But there was no response. Mo Han’s lips trembled. He looked at the door, afraid to touch it.
Suddenly, a man burst through the emergency exit door, screaming in pain.
“Chicken, where did you… go…?”
Mo Han’s mind slowly processed the scene. Chicken’s legs were gone, and he was crawling, leaving two trails of blood on the floor.
Chicken crawled, muttering deliriously, “They’re all dead… all dead… everyone’s dead… Devil… I want to go home… I want to go home…”
