In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

Wang Jixuan felt a cold sweat run down his back as he looked at the two Blackfire Gang assassins lying on the ground.

Was the power of this hidden weapon so great!?

He alertly looked up in all directions and saw the camera rotating in the corner.

Wang Jixuan already knew that these cameras were controlled by the security team on this floor and could see everything.

Wang Jixuan strode forward, nimbly picked up a pistol, and retrieved the large bag of food he had just thrown out.

The two burly men did not die peacefully.

One had a folding knife stuck in his forehead, and the other had a sharp piece of tile deeply embedded in his throat. Some blackened blood had begun to soak the metal surface.

Not far away at an intersection, several young girls who had come together were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground.

The security team was watching this place, and Wang Jixuan did not dare to stay for long.

He identified the direction and hurried towards the passage where the safe house was located, stuffing the pistol, which had hardly been fired, into his pocket for storage. Just as he was about to enter the passage, he suddenly turned and walked to the other side, disappearing quickly out of the camera's range.

Only the girls' panicked shouts remained in the circular hall garden.

About five minutes later, dense footsteps sounded, and Zhou Zhengde led a group of security team members rushing in.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Zhou Zhengde's expression clearly became even more stern.

"Search the entire floor! Drive the Blackfire Gang out for me! Otherwise, I'll fire you all!"

"Mark Mu Liang as a dangerous person! He took a gun! Quick!"

The security team members were immediately thrown into a fluster.

On the other side, Wang Jixuan stopped running, identified the direction, and hurried towards the neighborhood where Mu Liang originally lived.

He wasn't sure if the so-called self-defense counterattack regulations could cover his act of killing two people through retaliation.

But he was sure:

If he didn't go to the lower city to eliminate the Blackfire Gang now, his Dao heart would be uneasy!

They were bullying him too much!

Even Buddha has three parts fire, and Daoist roams freely with a sword!

As for how to get to the lower city...

Mu Liang's memory had no information about it.

But it didn't matter, Wang Jixuan had already thought of a way to enter the lower city.

The first step was to eat fish.

...

"What a bunch of useless trash! You can't find that Mu Liang after searching for so long! Do you still want the Blackfire Gang's reward!"

The cursing of 'Rotten Fishy' echoed in the dark [capillary] passage.

An ordinary citizen who was just about to go out heard this voice, lowered his head, retreated back into his house, and closed the door with utmost care.

At the end of the passage, the alloy doors of two rooms had been removed, turning this place into a relatively spacious workshop.

'Rotten Fishy', whose real name was Lan Yuzai, was only twenty-three years old this year, but he had already gathered dozens of idle young people as his underlings.

They had their own business—squeezing blood bags.

The so-called squeezing blood bags meant finding some cowardly, easily bullied guys, robbing them of their universal quotas and food quotas, making them get some food and daily necessities, and after accumulating a certain amount, sending them to the lower city through some secret downward passages in exchange for some rare goods that the middle city didn't have.

For example, the stereoscopic projection display screen that Lan Yuzai regarded as a 'symbol of power'.

There were only a few pre-cataclysm movies on the projection display screen's memory card, which had been played over and over for two years, but every time it was played, these gangsters still watched with great interest.

Lan Yuzai was very frustrated now.

Extremely frustrated.

His neck was wrapped in thick bandages, and the wound there was regarded by him as a great humiliation!

He, a dignified big shot in a local area of the thirteenth floor, was actually counterattacked by a [blood bag], who even grabbed him directly and used him to threaten his underlings not to come forward!

The most fatal thing was that Lan Yuzai was frightened at the time, and even shouted for his underlings not to come forward at first.

Fortunately, he reacted later, realizing that this was not conducive to his prestige as a big brother, and changed his tune, calling on his underlings to fight forward and saying that he was not afraid of death, and so on.

As soon as this happened, how would the other bosses in the area look at him?

How would his underlings look at him?

The reason he could stand firm in this area was because he was ruthless and fierce enough, wasn't it?

It had been twenty days, and that Mu Liang had disappeared into thin air. Lan Yuzai had not been able to avenge this revenge, and several fair-weather friends who had followed him before had already defected to 'Super Yellow Hair' in the neighboring area!

Moreover, Lan Yuzai also had a little bit of selfish thought.

The Blackfire Gang had sent a message that whoever could find that guy named Mu Liang and take Mu Liang to the lower city could have dinner with the Blackfire Gang's BOSS and receive the Blackfire Gang's gratitude.

Lan Yuzai wanted to join the Blackfire Gang.

Lan Yuzai often went to the lower city, so of course he knew how chaotic the lower city was, but chaos and lack of order were relative to ordinary people.

As long as he became a member of the Blackfire Gang, even the lowest-level lackey could do whatever he wanted in the lower city. There was no security team pressing down on him, and there were countless tricks every day to enjoy cinemas, dance floors, hot girls, and contraband. He could even learn a cool mechanical dance and get a cool hairstyle.

The main point was that there was no nagging old woman in the lower city who would tell him to go back to eat.

As soon as Lan Yuzai thought of this, a few smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth, but the faint pain from his neck quickly shattered the beautiful picture in his mind.

That damn Mu Liang!

"Boss!"

Several gangsters ran over from the end of the aisle and sat carelessly on the dirty, tattered sofa.

"They said they didn't find Mu Liang either! It's been so many days, could Mu Liang have gone to another floor?"

"Boss, I heard from my uncle that Captain Zhou was transferred from the upper city and has a strong background. It would be easy for Captain Zhou to hide Mu Liang on another floor, right?"

"What should we do? We can't just kidnap Captain Zhou and force him to ask, the security team is equipped with guns, and they say there are sniper rifles too."

—News of the shooting and counter-killing case that had just occurred had not yet reached here.

"Shut up! Can't you be more careful!"

Lan Yuzai slammed the table and cursed at the top of his lungs:

"The incident happened on our territory!"

"Hua, from the Blackfire Gang was killed, do you know how big a deal this is?"

"Before the Blackfire Gang kills me for not finding that Mu Liang, I'll chop you guys up first!"

A group of underlings shivered a few times.

Although they knew that Rotten Fishy had never really chopped anyone up, he had only been to the security station a few times for fighting a few years ago and was a first-class citizen (the lowest level) with a relatively long record.

Lan Yuzai vented his anger, and his mood was obviously relieved a little.

He looked at the boxes in the room on the left: "Put these supplies together and see if there are enough for one box. If there are enough, I'll send them down to inquire about the situation."

"Not enough, Fishy! We just sent them last week!"

"Not enough? What are you all still doing here if it's not enough? Go find the blood bank to squeeze blood!"

Lan Yuzai glared with his fish eyes and cursed:

"Hit anyone who dares to resist! Don't just scare them this time! I'll cover for you if anything happens! Go now! What time is it already!"

A group of underlings hurriedly agreed, lowered their heads, and quickly left, leaving only three gangsters guarding the few cardboard boxes in the room, as well as the stereoscopic projection screen.

Lan Yuzai lit a cigarette, curled up his left foot, stepped on the edge of the chair, looked up at the dim light tube on the ceiling of the corridor, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

He wasn't really thinking, just spacing out.

He was thinking about that spiked cigarette, which was very comfortable and carefree every time he smoked it, but after smoking it, he would fall into a deep emptiness.

"Who!"

"Ah!"

"Fishy, save me!"

Several screams suddenly came from the end of the passage.

Lan Yuzai was stunned for a moment, holding the cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes, staring at the dim passage.

The lowest brightness energy-saving lamp could only illuminate the silhouette of a figure slowly falling down.

Lan Yuzai could see that the one falling down was his underling.

Like he was too tired and fell asleep.

In the shadows at the end of the passage, a figure stood quietly.

Lan Yuzai's Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times.

He fumbled under the table for a wooden knife handle, pulled out a slender machete with an edge, and gripped it tightly in his hand.

"Who the hell is there!"

Lan Yuzai shouted, pulling the cigarette and yelling.

The few gangsters in the room next to him looked at their boss blankly. They belatedly got up and rushed out, grabbing a few metal pipes and following behind Lan Yuzai.

Whoosh!

A piercing sound suddenly exploded!

Before Lan Yuzai could react, a muffled sound came from beside him. An underling covered his neck, made a hoarse sound in his mouth, and knelt down weakly while his face flushed red.

Ding—

A thumb-thick nut rolled onto the cement floor.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sound of air being torn apart filled the dark passage!

The three underlings behind Lan Yuzai were almost simultaneously hit in the neck. They couldn't even scream, and one by one they slowly fell to the ground. Three nuts fell on the cement floor, making a crisp sound.

Ding ding ding—

They naturally couldn't see that those nuts were wrapped in wisps of tiny aura.

These gangsters wouldn't die, they would just be uncomfortable for a while, at most they would be in a coma and shock, with some sequelae or something.

What, what is this…

A cold wind blew from the exhaust vent, and Lan Yuzai felt a chill on his back.

His sweat-soaked shirt stuck to his back.

The hand holding the machete was constantly trembling, staring intently at the end of the corridor.

What the hell is this?

How was this done? A nut?

Is that, is that Mu Liang over there?

Wang Jixuan walked into a slightly brighter area, wearing a mask, with his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly. Every step he took seemed to tread on Lan Yuzai's nerves.

Lan Yuzai's nostrils trembled constantly. He suddenly shouted meaninglessly and rushed towards Wang Jixuan with a machete!

"Ah—"

Wang Jixuan was extremely calm. He unhurriedly took out the alarm given by Team Leader Zhou and gently pressed it three times. The alarm flashed a faint red light.

After doing this, Lan Yuzai just happened to rush close to Wang Jixuan.

Faced with the unknown fear, this gangster leader went mad and raised his knife to chop!

Wang Jixuan leisurely took out a pistol from his arms, the dark muzzle against Lan Yuzai's forehead, and unlocked the safety as if he knew how.

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Clang, clang clang.

The slender machete fell on the metal floor.

Lan Yuzai knelt on the ground with a thud, his Adam's apple trembled a few times, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist:

"I'm convinced, boss, I'm convinced, don't, don't shoot..."