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The news spread like thunder throughout Starry Sky Mall, and nearly every Survivor stared in astonishment at those slowly making their way upstairs. Nearby, some eager to warn others quickly scrambled up the stairs.
However, their fate was already sealed. Zheng Yifan's Avatar of the Believers had long been waiting there, with no noise, only death and blood flowing down. Today was destined to be the Grim Reaper's solo performance.
Zheng Yifan walked step by step toward the staircase, followed by the Leader and other disciples. They didn't know why they stood behind Zheng Yifan, as if it were the most natural thing to do. They never thought of surpassing him or even daring to cross that simple distance.
It seemed that this was the only way it felt right.
Ahead, Zheng Yifan slowly took out a cigar, examining it carefully before shaking his head in disappointment. Smoking a cigar was a pleasure, but what lay ahead was a bloody storm; there was no time to indulge in a smoke, especially without Han Rui's attentive care by his side. In the end, he pulled out an ordinary cigarette, the kind most commonly smoked in the real world, placed it between his lips, and gently lit it.
A few wisps of smoke lingered in the air, the white mist resembling a devil's omen. The tremors would not come from above; the Leader continued to guide from behind. He looked at Zheng Yifan, who was enveloped in cold fear, resembling a Killing Maniac. It felt as if even blood could freeze in his presence.
"The door upstairs leads to... Old Tortoise's lair, right?" Zheng Yifan expressed his displeasure at that nickname. Why call him Old Tortoise? Did they not know what he looked like?
"Yes! That's it! Old Tortoise was just a farmer who came to Starry Sky Mall to clean outdoor glass. Then the apocalypse hit, and this Fellow managed to survive somehow without being eaten at first. He inexplicably got hold of security guns and fought his way to the security room, acquiring a large stash of firearms," the Leader spoke with envy toward Old Tortoise.
"There's no need to be envious. Once we destroy his nest, all the guns and ammunition will be yours. I won't take a single cent; just hand over the people to me," Zheng Yifan replied calmly.
"Alright! Just give us the guns and ammunition; we don't care about women. You can take whoever you like. That old man Old Tortoise is useless himself and never lets anyone touch them. It's been two years now. Most of those girls are still untouched; I just wonder how badly Old Tortoise has bullied them," the Leader said excitedly, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Firearms were the most valuable items in this apocalypse—without exception. In Deep City, they represented immeasurable wealth.
Although Old Tortoise didn't have many guns, he possessed an abundance of ammunition. No one knew where he got it from, but it was rumored that he had discovered an armory from a military district and had managed to bring back all the bullets.
No one really knows what it is, but everyone harbors a certain awe towards Old Tortoise.
"Stop overthinking it. We'll identify the person and then take action. Someone's coming over soon," Zheng Yifan said, pointing ahead, already prepared for a fight. There, figures gradually emerged—two burly men with their arms around each other's shoulders, heading downstairs for an unknown purpose.
"Hey! Hao Sheng, what brings you two down here? Is Old Tortoise looking to trade for something good again?" Leader seemed quite familiar with them, approaching with a friendly demeanor as soon as he spotted them. It was no surprise that he had managed to survive in this post-apocalyptic world for so long; such social interactions were not something just anyone could pull off.
"Big Brother! What brings you up here? This is Old Tortoise's territory. Don't overstep your bounds; you know how Old Buddy operates. He has plenty of firearms at his disposal, and they can be quite troublesome. If things escalate into a fight, it won't end well!" The man clearly held a degree of respect for Leader, admiration evident in his eyes.
"It's fine; we're just here to take a look and then leave," Leader replied with a warm smile. However, his subordinates stepped forward to persuade him to leave.
If there was a chance to avoid trouble, who would want to get involved? The man understood this and quickly slipped away.
"Let's go! I want to see what tricks this Old Tortoise is up to," Zheng Yifan said, striding forward without hesitation. Upon entering the cinema, he was immediately hit by a heavy scent of blood—so intense that it almost made him want to turn back.
It was the smell of human blood. With his level of strength, Zheng Yifan could roughly distinguish the type of blood from its scent, much like some animals instinctively avoid consuming their own kind. At his level, he could discern it too.
At the very least, he wouldn't put it in his mouth.
Right now, that scent was unmistakably that of human flesh. Along with it came the sound of a woman sobbing—a heart-wrenching cry that had lost all words.
"Old Tortoise has started those animalistic antics again," Leader said, closing his eyes and shaking his head with difficulty.
Zheng Yifan understood everything now; this Fellow wasn't trying to survive but rather indulging in base desires. Most of the canned goods were expired; eating them would only upset one's stomach. After two years without fresh ingredients, some Fellows couldn't resist turning their blades on their own kind.
Zheng Yifan's eyes glinted coldly, yet his steps quickened. From the sound, it seemed to be a girl in distress. Zheng Yifan wanted to save her or at least alleviate her suffering.
"Clack, clack!" The gun bolts were pulled back in unison. Since they were determined to make a big move, it was inevitable that they would uproot Old Tortoise's hideout. Having already crossed the line, they didn't care about going further, even if it meant completely wiping out Old Tortoise and his crew.
With the earlier Fellow's presence, they felt somewhat reassured.
They had witnessed the power of Thermal Power before; its ferocity was beyond words. The bullets that shot out in an instant could completely shred a Zombie. They couldn't even count how many rounds were fired per minute, as the bullets moved too fast for the naked eye to see. Not even the flash from the Muzzle was visible—only a series of barriers of death.
Following closely behind Zheng Yifan, they felt emboldened.
"Old Tortoise! Get out here! End it yourself! I'm giving you this chance; otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead! You'll experience the most terrifying methods imaginable. I happen to know someone who excels at this—he can make you suffer endlessly until you age and die in pain!" Zheng Yifan's voice echoed through the cinema, filled with terror. (To be continued)
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