Ch57 - Yep, This Time It's Real Guns
"Yep, it's exactly what you're thinking!"
With that, Meng Ci pulled two handguns from beneath his thick down jacket and tossed them onto the table.
"This time it's the real deal."
Shen Que had served in the military. He picked up a pistol and examined it-this time, the weapons were genuine.
"I took these from my mom's safe, but they've just been sitting there unused."
"With most residents evacuated from the building, I'm sure plenty of bandits will come looting."
"Whether this place holds depends entirely on us."
Meng Ci hadn't expected the military to set up a refugee camp directly and evacuate all the residents.
Soon, the bandits outside would start going door to door. Those who refused to leave would surely face their cruelty.
Before that happened, they needed to be fully prepared.
It was perfect timing-he hadn't killed anyone with a gun yet. He could test his skills on Deng Yang and the others.
And Shen Que, with his military background, could guide him.
Shen Que looked genuinely surprised, but the thought that a wealthy man could likely obtain anything quickly dispelled his astonishment. Instead, he began examining the gun in his hands.
Taking the weapon, Shen Que noticed it was equipped with a suppressor and fully loaded.
Seeing Shen Que holding the gun silently, Meng Ci prompted, "Can you do it? Give me a straight answer."
"I can."
Shen Que nodded. He had no reason to refuse, and it was also in his own best interest.
With a more reliable weapon now, dealing with trouble would be much quicker.
The Fly surveillance had been monitoring the tenth floor, and Meng Ci hadn't detected anything unusual.
As dusk fell, Meng Ci and Shen Que began their operation.
They deployed the Bee surveillance, locating an unoccupied room.
Shen Que, secured by a safety rope around his waist, pressed against the glass. He cut a section of it loose and tossed it into the water below, where it splashed with a thud.
Such sounds were common in the downpour, so no one came out to investigate.
He reached in, opened the window, and climbed inside.
After scanning the room and confirming it was safe, Shen Que leaned out and motioned for Meng Ci to descend.
Meng Ci received the signal and slid down the rope.
The bedroom was empty. They quietly opened the door and still saw no one in the living room.
They checked the remaining two rooms one by one, finding no one.
It seemed Deng Yang and the others weren't sleeping here.
Gently opening the security door, they heard snoring echoing from inside.
Meng Ci slipped out of the room into the hallway. After a quick scan, he determined the snoring originated from the west wing.
The security door stood ajar, the snoring deafening.
Meng Ci held his gun in one hand as he pushed the door open with the other.
Seven figures lay sprawled in the center of the living room, covered by two quilts layered beneath several fur coats.
A generator hummed nearby, and two space heaters radiated warmth.
No wonder these guys slept so soundly-they weren't afraid of the cold.
Meng Ci eyed the fur coats on the quilts, thinking they'd be warm in winter. He moved to their heads and pulled the trigger.
One person died without a sound.
Meng Ci felt they should be grateful to him-after all, he hadn't let them suffer.
Shen Que, meanwhile, had done the same as Meng Ci, dispatching two people in quick succession.
Suddenly, someone on the bed rolled over and nudged the person beside them.
"Xiangzi, check the time!"
"Don't oversleep-we've got work to do!"
The man nudged several times, but Xiangzi showed no response.
He opened his eyes to see what was happening.
Unexpectedly, the moment his eyes fluttered open, he saw a black, shiny tube looming before him.
Behind that black tube was Meng Ci's smiling face.
"You..."
Before he could finish, Meng Ci fired a fatal shot.
Two gunshots rang out. Of the seven people in the room, only one remained.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Meng Ci stood up, kicking Deng Yang's face with his foot.
The other six had already been dealt with. As for this one, he deserved to die in terror.
"Damn it, who's disturbing my sleep?"
Deng Yang woke with a start, snatching the knife tucked under his pillow, bristling with rage.
But upon seeing Meng Ci and Shen Que's faces, Deng Yang thought: Their guns are fake-what's there to fear?
Besides, there were seven of them!
They'd walked right into a trap.
"Xiangzi, Dongzi, wake up..."
Deng Yang's hand paused mid-shake. He glanced around-everywhere was blood!
"You..."
Seeing the gun in Meng Ci's hand, Deng Yang sneered coldly.
"It's just a replica gun. What's so impressive about that?"
Gripping his knife tightly, Deng Yang rose to avenge his brothers.
"You two cowards only attack when someone's down. If you've got the guts, let's fight fair and square."
"Replica gun?" Meng Ci pressed the muzzle against Deng Yang's forehead.
The barrel was still warm from three consecutive shots, leaving a scorched circle on Deng Yang's forehead.
Deng Yang swallowed hard. This time, it felt real.
"First, look at how your brothers died!" Meng Ci gestured for Deng Yang to turn around. Deng Yang glanced back and saw they had all been shot in the head.
Paralyzed with fear, he immediately begged for mercy.
"Big brothers, I'll never do it again."
"Please spare me! I'll be your slave forever."
But it was all for naught.
Both Meng Ci and Shen Que knew that sparing him now would only invite greater calamity.
With the click of the trigger, Deng Yang collapsed to the ground, his eyes slowly closing.
If only he hadn't provoked Meng Ci and his crew. Then he might have lived a little longer.
But there's no pill for regret in this world.
If regret were possible, he'd have to take it up with the King of Hell.
Meng Ci holstered his pistol.
It seemed that after the previous real combat experiences, he could now face death and killing with composure.
This gun felt more satisfying to use than a knife.
The two men used Deng Yang's knife to extract the bullets, then tossed the seven bodies into the water.
The building was nearly deserted, and with night falling, no one would notice them disposing of the bodies.
Fur coats, thick quilts, snow boots, generators, electric stoves....
Canned biscuits, instant noodles, chocolate...
Deng Yang had plenty of useful supplies, so Meng Ci and Shen Que didn't hesitate, hauling everything up to the seventeenth floor.
Even the chain Deng Yang used to lock the stairwell door was taken by Meng Ci, who secured it to the door leading to the rooftop.
Shen Que had previously experienced someone climbing down from the roof to attempt breaking in and stealing supplies. Others might try the same trick.
Now that they had an iron chain, it was perfect for locking the door and preventing such Incidents.
Since Shen Que had a generator at home, he gave Meng Ci the one he'd taken from Deng Yang.
Meng Ci didn't refuse.
The most abundant item at Deng Yang's place was diesel fuel.
Over a dozen twenty-liter barrels of diesel would last them a long time.