Chapter 57: Yes, These Are Real Guns

Chapter 57: Yes, These Are Real Guns

"Yes, exactly as you thought!"

As he spoke, Meng Ci pulled out two handguns from his thick down jacket and threw them onto the table.

"This time, they're real."

Shen Que had been in the military and examined the guns. This time, they were indeed genuine.

"These were taken from my mother's safe, but they've never been used."

"Many bandits will likely come to loot now that most of the residents have left."

"It's up to us whether we can hold this place."

Meng Ci hadn't expected the army to set up a refugee camp and evacuate the residents.

The bandits outside would surely search each home, and those who refused to leave would be at their mercy.

Before that happened, they needed to prepare thoroughly.

Fortunately, he had never killed anyone with a gun before, so Deng Yang and the others could serve as practice.

Shen Que, having served in the military, could guide him.

Shen Que was clearly surprised, but considering that wealthy people could get anything, his surprise quickly faded as he began examining the guns.

Upon picking up the guns, Shen Que noticed they even had silencers and were fully loaded.

Seeing Shen Que holding the guns without speaking, Meng Ci said, "Can we do this? Give me a straight answer."

"Sure!"

Shen Que nodded; there was no reason to refuse, especially since it was for his own protection.

With better weapons, dealing with trouble would be faster.

The fly surveillance had been monitoring the tenth floor, but Meng Ci hadn't noticed any abnormalities.

As night fell, Meng Ci and Shen Que began their operation.

They lowered the bee surveillance and found an empty room.

Shen Que, with a safety rope tied around his waist, cut a piece of glass and tossed it into the water, making a splash.

This sound was common during the storm, so no one came to investigate.

He reached in to open the window and then entered the room.

After checking the room and finding no danger, Shen Que signaled Meng Ci to come down.

Receiving the signal, Meng Ci slid down the rope.

The bedroom was empty, and they quietly opened the door, still seeing no one in the living room.

Checking the remaining rooms, they found no one.

It seemed Deng Yang and the others weren't sleeping here.

Opening the security door quietly, they heard loud snoring.

Meng Ci slipped out into the corridor and discovered the snoring was coming from the west.

The security door was slightly ajar, and the snoring was deafening.

Meng Ci held a gun in one hand and opened the door with the other.

Inside, seven people lay on the living room floor, covered by two blankets and several fur coats.

A generator hummed nearby, and two heaters provided warmth.

No wonder these guys were sleeping so deeply; they weren't afraid of the cold.

Meng Ci eyed the fur coats on the blankets, thinking they would be warm in winter, and approached their heads, pulling the trigger.

One person died silently.

Meng Ci felt they should thank him for sparing them pain.

Shen Que did the same, taking out two more people.

Suddenly, someone on the bed turned over and nudged the person next to him.

"Xiangzi, check the time!"

"Don't oversleep; we still have things to do."

After several nudges with no response, the person opened his eyes to see what was happening.

To his shock, he saw a black barrel right in front of him, behind which was Meng Ci's smiling face.

"You..."

Before he could finish, Meng Ci shot him dead.

Two shots rang out, leaving only one person alive among the seven.

"Wake up, wake up!" Meng Ci got up and kicked Deng Yang in the face.

The other six were already taken care of; as for this one, he had to die in fear.

"Damn it, who’s disturbing my sleep."

Deng Yang woke up and immediately grabbed the knife under his pillow, looking fierce.

Seeing Meng Ci and Shen Que's faces, Deng Yang thought their guns were fake and wondered what he had to be afraid of.

Besides, there were seven of them here!

Coming here was just walking into a trap.

"Xiangzi, Dongzi, wake up..."

Deng Yang paused mid-shout, looking around, seeing blood everywhere!

"You..."

When Deng Yang saw the gun in Meng Ci's hand, he sneered.

"It's just a toy gun, what’s so impressive about that?"

Gripping the knife tightly, Deng Yang got up to avenge his brothers.

"You two cowards who only know how to take advantage of others, if you have any guts, fight fair and square."

"Toy gun?" Meng Ci pressed the gun against Deng Yang's forehead.

The muzzle, still warm from three consecutive shots, left a mark on Deng Yang's forehead.

Deng Yang swallowed hard, realizing this time it was real.

"First, look at how your brothers died!" Meng Ci gestured for Deng Yang to turn around.

Deng Yang looked and saw they all died from headshots, making him even more hesitant to move, quickly begging for mercy.

"Big brothers, I won’t do it again."

"Please spare me, I’ll work like a dog for you."

But it was useless.

Meng Ci and Shen Que both knew that sparing him would only bring greater trouble.

With the sound of the trigger, Deng Yang fell to the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

If only he hadn’t provoked Meng Ci and the others, he might have lived a little longer.

But there was no medicine for regret.

If he wanted to regret anything, he could tell it to the king of hell.

Meng Ci put away the handgun.

It seemed that after a few real battles, he could now face death and killing calmly.

Using a gun was indeed more exhilarating than using a knife.

The two used Deng Yang's knives to dig out the bullets, then threw the seven bodies into the water.

There was hardly anyone left in the building, and with the darkening sky, no one would notice them disposing of the bodies.

Fur coats, thick quilts, snow boots, generators, electric stoves...

Compressed biscuits, instant noodles, chocolates...

There were many useful items in Deng Yang's place, so Meng Ci and Shen Que didn’t hesitate to move everything to the seventeenth floor.

Even the chain Deng Yang used to lock the stairwell door was taken by Meng Ci and used to lock the door to the rooftop.

Shen Que had previously experienced someone trying to break in through the roof, so he thought it wise to secure the door with the iron chain.

Since Shen Que already had a generator at home, he gave the one from Deng Yang to Meng Ci.

Meng Ci didn’t refuse.

Another thing Deng Yang had plenty of was diesel fuel.

Over ten barrels of twenty liters each would last them a long time.