Chapter 19: The Eccentrics of Building One
Ye Qingyi, watching the cleaver embedded in her sister’s forehead, covered her mouth tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Her sister’s dying gaze was a plea to find her daughter.
Mao Gang bent down, pulled out the cleaver, and then brought it down again.
Thud, thud, thud!!!
“Sister-in-law, I’m doing this for you, don’t blame me.”
“Brother Yu, I’ve sent your wife down to accompany you. You can be reunited now.”
Ye Qingyi watched as her sister was hacked to death, her face unrecognizable, even brain matter splattering onto her own face, but she didn’t dare to make a sound.
Hearing the door close, Ye Qingyi, hiding under the bed, finally couldn’t suppress her terror and panic any longer, but she only dared to weep softly. Her world had collapsed.
In the parking garage, the men from Buildings Two, Four, and Five had gathered, a total of 53 men. There were others who hadn’t joined, perhaps unwilling to become murderous animals, or perhaps lacking the courage, afraid of being executed after the disaster.
These 53 men all held knives, some kitchen knives, some fruit knives.
The three bosses, Feng Jin, Ding Feng, and Sun Youqing, each held a 50-centimeter watermelon knife.
The three smoked, their faces filled with the anticipation of the coming violence, like wild beasts.
“Boss Ding, Boss Sun, after we’re done with Building One, let’s discuss a time to take Dong Fei’s supplies from Building Three. As for that gunman, can his bullets outnumber us?”
Feng Jin was skinny, yet 1.8 meters tall, with a mole on his lip that made his whole appearance seem disharmonious.
He was a career criminal, having served time for theft. He had done everything except murder.
Ding Feng, on the other hand, was just a small-time thug, working as a bouncer. Sun Youqing was a construction foreman, used to dealing with ruthless people. Although plump, he could be terrifying when provoked.
None of these three were good people.
Sun Youqing took a long drag on his cigarette and said with narrowed eyes, “What’s there to discuss? We take this building tonight, and that building tomorrow night. Are you in or not?”
They all knew that Building Three was more dangerous than Building One, but it definitely had more supplies.
“I agree.”
Ding Feng flicked the ash from his cigarette.
“I want those two women.”
Feng Jin’s eyes gleamed; he was a lecherous fiend.
Ding Feng and Sun Youqing wouldn’t agree to that. Every man wanted women like An Bai and Sun Ting.
Ding Feng suggested, “We’ll auction off the women with the supplies.”
“Interesting. Alright.”
Feng Jin didn’t object, and neither did Sun Youqing. But all three were thinking of finding a chance to eliminate the others, preferably by teaming up with one first.
Just then, Mao Gang ran out of the elevator, his blood-covered face giving everyone pause.
Clang, clang, clang.
The rolling shutter door opened, and a group of demons were about to storm the building.
“Big brothers, you promised you wouldn’t touch my family.”
Mao Gang said nervously, afraid they would go back on their word.
Sun Youqing patted Mao Gang’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, those who walk the path value trust. Brothers, charge! Kill all the old ones, capture the young ones! Kill anyone who resists!”
“Yes, Boss!”
The group didn’t take the elevator, instead charging up the stairs.
The three bosses strolled leisurely behind.
In less than a minute, cries, screams, and pleas for mercy echoed through the complex, like a scene from hell, illuminating their butcher knives.
The old woman living across from Mao Gang heard a knock on her door, put down the remote control, and went to open it, grumbling.
“So late at night, can’t a person get any rest? All day long, not thinking about finding supplies, just doing useless things.”
Without even looking through the peephole, she opened the door. Seeing two young men with knives standing there, she wasn’t afraid at all, and even started lecturing them. “What are you doing, scaring an old woman with knives? If you have the guts, go out and fight for supplies! Young people these days have no respect for the elderly.”
The two young men were stunned.
What kind of weirdos lived in Building One?
How could she have survived until now?
“What are you looking at? Get lost.”
She tried to close the door.
But one of the young men had his hand on the door, smiling coldly. “Old hag, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He raised the kitchen knife and swung it down, hitting the old woman’s shoulder. She cried out and fell to the ground, still cursing.
“That’s for blasting your loudspeakers every day, disturbing my games.”
He stabbed the old woman repeatedly.
Mao Gang arrived at his door and saw the scene.
“Gangzi, help me!”
The dying old woman pleaded with Mao Gang, who just watched, a slight curve to his lips. He had probably also wanted to kill her.
With each stab, the old woman’s life ebbed away. The two young men searched the apartment for supplies.
“Holy sh*t, this old hag actually had a case of yogurt, two cases of water, and even sugar-free soda?!”
The two young men were dumbfounded. How did an old woman manage to hoard so much?
By begging, of course.
If the two young men knew, their worldview would be shattered again.
In Building Three, Tang Ze looked at Building One to his right and smiled. “It’s lively tonight.”
“Building One has been breached.”
An Bai said with a trace of worry. Once Building One fell, they would be next.
Sun Ting, wiping the floor, reassured An Bai, “Bai, this isn’t something we should worry about.”
An Bai bit her lip, thinking of the female corpse in the bedroom earlier, and said firmly, “Even if I die, I don’t want to fall into their hands.”
Tang Ze smiled confidently. “I’m not dead yet, how can you die? I’ll kill as many as they send.”
An hour later, the purge of Building One was nearing its end. Boxes of supplies were being carried down to the parking garage.
Seeing the mountain of supplies, the three bosses were stunned.
The men and women of Building One were separated and squatting on the ground. Seeing so much, they were also surprised. Hadn’t they said there were no supplies left?
“That Xie Yuhong did well, hoarding so much.”
Feng Jin opened a box of spicy strips, took out a pack, tore it open with his teeth, and took a large bite.
One of his men said with a flattering smile, “Boss, most of these supplies were taken from those old folks’ homes.”
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