Chapter 91: The Apocalypse Has Just Begun
“I won’t disappoint you again.”
Li Linger said respectfully.
Tang Ze patted her head, which eased her nervousness. She had been truly frightened before.
With a wave of his hand, five automatic rifles appeared on the coffee table: HK416s.
Beside them were accessories: muzzles, scopes, grips, magazines, and over a dozen boxes of 5.56mm ammunition.
“After you clean up, each of you gets one. The one with the most kills gets a wish.”
This reward was a huge temptation. The five women quickly wiped the floor, sprayed air freshener, and even changed the carpet.
Soon, they were sitting around the coffee table, each with a box of ammunition beside them, loading their magazines.
Not only was Li Linger unfamiliar with automatic rifles, but Xi Meng had never handled one either.
An Bai was in charge of teaching Li Linger, and Sun Ting taught Xi Meng. There wasn’t enough time to learn how to disassemble and reassemble the rifles, so they just taught them the basics of shooting.
“A red dot sight is best. Use a vertical grip, and a long muzzle for better accuracy.”
An Bai, like a seasoned veteran, helped Li Linger set up her weapon.
“Sister Bai, how do you know so much?”
An Bai put her hands on her hips, proud. “Who says girls can’t play with guns? And I like Master’s the most.”
Her words made the other women giggle, and even Tang Ze, wiping his horse-slaying saber, couldn’t help but smile. These dirty-minded women.
“Go outside and fire a few shots to get used to the recoil. Don’t embarrass yourselves later.”
Tang Ze reminded them. An Bai and the others had had a whole day to practice, but Xi Meng and Li Linger didn’t have that luxury. The outsiders could come at any time.
They opened the door, and Xi Meng and Li Linger raised their rifles, feeling the weight of the automatic weapons.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed through the night, startling the residents of the surrounding villas, who didn’t know if it was a firecracker or a gunshot.
Feeling the recoil for the first time, Xi Meng and Li Linger were shocked. It was completely different from a pistol.
“Hold the grip tightly. When firing continuously, press down to prevent the muzzle from rising.”
An Bai, now an instructor, guided them. She and Sun Ting even dragged a few corpses into the middle of the road to use as targets.
Bang, bang, bang…
The continuous gunshots scared away a group of would-be robbers, who thought there was a firefight in the villa complex. Looking at their kitchen knives, they decided against it. It was a suicide mission.
In Hua’an City, people were starting to emerge from their homes, their first targets being supermarkets, convenience stores, and large shopping malls.
These places became battlegrounds. Fighting over a bottle of mineral water, seven or eight people could die. Compared to these unorganized looters, many complexes had formed their own fighting groups, which were much more efficient.
But when one complex clashed with another, a bloody battle was inevitable. In the half hour that the rain had stopped, the death toll in Hua’an City had already reached three or four thousand, and it was still rising, soon to break ten thousand.
The streets were littered with corpses. Some emaciated people scavenged for food on the bodies, but found nothing. Starving, they resorted to cannibalism in the streets, a horrifying sight.
And this was becoming more and more common. Not everyone could fight for food. After being cooped up for so many days, they were too weak to fight. Those who fell, never got up again.
The apocalypse…
It seemed it had truly begun…
Xingfu Complex.
A convoy of over thirty vehicles with only wheel rims was parked outside the complex, led by a small, electric scooter.
But a bloody head hung from the back of the scooter, a gruesome sight.
Inside the complex, a brutal slaughter and plunder was underway. This group left no survivors, killing everyone, men and women, and then collecting the supplies.
The leader was a man in his thirties, wearing a black coat, with a clean-shaven head. His stern face was emotionless. He held a Tang-style saber in his right hand, its scabbard old and worn, a testament to its age.
Many of his followers also wielded various cold weapons. One even had a Guan Dao, which he used to decapitate a resident with a practiced stance, clearly having trained with it.
“Please, please don’t kill me! I can be your woman! I’ll do anything!”
A woman in her twenties knelt on the ground, begging for her life.
The man’s eyes were calm as he quickly drew his saber and swung, the woman’s head rolling on the ground.
“Don’t leave any supplies behind.”
Luo Cheng reminded, flicking the blood from his blade and sheathing it with a flourish.
“Yes, Teacher Luo!”
This group was from a martial arts school. There were a few other teachers, and the rest were young students.
They had already fought several battles in the school, and these were the only survivors. They had thought they would starve to death, but when the rain stopped, they had rushed into the city, killing on sight, no questions asked.
The electric scooter was Luo Cheng’s ride, and the heads hanging from it were his defeated enemies, two of whom were former colleagues.
“By the way, leave a few women. These are young, hot-blooded men. But don’t let them overindulge, or they’ll be too weak to fight.”
Luo Cheng said calmly, kicking the woman’s head aside and continuing upstairs.
Soon, the entire complex fell silent, completely cleared out. All the supplies were moved downstairs, and a few boys carried women and threw them into the trunks of their cars.
“Luo, a good haul this time.”
Another teacher, Yu Tong, said. His grappling skills were impressive. It hadn’t been easy to fight their way out of the school. They were all masters.
Luo Cheng looked at the full moon. “While it’s not raining, we should loot more.”
“There are still too few women. The students all want one each.”
Luo Cheng frowned and said seriously, “Martial artists should avoid women. One each? They might as well die in a woman’s bed!”
Yu Tong didn’t know what to say. In the past, that would have been true. But now, they had all killed, they needed some release.
A chubby boy suggested, “Teacher Luo, Teacher Yu, let’s raid a rich people’s complex. I heard the women there are beautiful too. Am I right, classmates?”
At this, the boys were fired up. Learning martial arts had been the right choice. It was a survival skill now.
“Luo, let the students have some fun for one night. Don’t be so strict.”
Luo Cheng glanced at Yu Tong, who smiled and said, “Let’s go to Shanhu Complex. That’s where the rich people of Hua’an City live. If we kill them, we can live in that luxurious complex.”
“Let’s go then. I hope Shanhu Complex hasn’t been looted yet.”
Luo Cheng sighed. Just then, a man came running towards them, stumbling and falling.
