Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse

66: Chapter 54 Found 66: Chapter 54 Found “Did you see an old lady holding a child about two years old at Jinxiu Market today?” Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi aimed their guns at the crowd, demanding harshly.

Since it was located at the entrance of Jinxiu Thunderbolt District, everyone simply referred to it as Jinxiu Market.

“No, no, no, no, no, we didn’t go to Jinxiu Market today,”

the remaining people said, waving their hands repeatedly.

“Then, did you see anyone hanging around Jinxiu Market?” Song Zhao continued to question sternly.

“I, I saw them,” one person said, trembling and raising his hand; his knife dropped to the ground with a clatter, frightening him so much that he jumped up.

“Speak!” Gu Yanzhi barked loudly, turning the gun barrel toward this person.

“I, I, I, today at noon I saw,” he stammered nervously, swallowing repeatedly before continuing,

“People from Dark Cloud lurking nearby, they went to Jinxiu Market, I watched them go in.”

“I, I, I also know, people from Dark Cloud seem to have been looking for children a lot recently,” another person blurted out in a hurry, as if he hoped to be credited.

“Are you certain?” Gu Yanzhi asked again, with a threatening tone.

“Certain, certain, certain, I definitely saw it, it’s just like that.” Both people nodded frantically, affirming as if they were pecking chicks.

“Where is this Dark Cloud located?” Gu Yanzhi moved the gun away; the man who saw the Dark Cloud people visibly relaxed, letting out an imperceptible sigh of relief.

After asking about the approximate location of Dark Cloud, Gu Yanzhi swiftly turned and left the building, with Song Zhao close behind.

With living Yama gone, the remaining people scattered like birds and beasts, frantically escaping from the room.

They were not the brave type, to begin with; the only brave ones in their group were the boss and the second and third in command.

All of whom Song Zhao had killed.

Joining this gang was simply to ensure a full stomach, a better life than when they were struggling to survive.

At most, they’d do petty thefts—they’d feast on flesh only if it came from a frozen stiff they didn’t know how long had been dead; they wouldn’t dare commit arson or murder.

Now that the leaders were dead, they each returned to their own homes, finding their respective mothers; the gang was completely disbanded.

Some with quick wits took advantage of the chaos, hiding things here and there amid the crowd.

These items would be useful in the future, a guarantee for their lives.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao followed the given address and found that the Dark Cloud base was indeed much tighter than those makeshift gang dens.

Outside the window entrance, there were two people standing guard.

The two were dressed in thick military coats, breathing on their hands and rubbing them together one moment, then hopping on the ice the next.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao sneaked closer, overhearing the two chatting.

“When will this damned weather end,” the one on the left complained.

“Yeah, it’s so f*cking cold.

The people inside are living it up with good food and drink while us brothers freeze out here.

It’s just not fair,” the one on the right joined in the complaint.

“By the way, bro, I heard you found some good stuff to offer up today?” the person on the right asked with a change in expression, in a sycophantic tone.

“It’s nothing big.

I’ve been watching this place for a long time, and today I finally got the chance to report it,”

“I hope the boss remembers my merit in reporting and gets me out of this damned lousy post,” the person on the left said with false humility, but the pride in his words nearly spilled out of the screen, as if he was about to be promoted at any second.

“Brother, from now on you’re my real brother.

You’re definitely going to get promoted this time, just don’t forget about me, okay?”

“…” The person on the right was even more sycophantic, making the person on the left feel smug as they kept saying “sure thing,” “sure thing.”

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao exchanged glances, took advantage of the two men’s relaxed guard, and quietly slipped behind them, pointing their guns at the back of their heads.

The right-hand man, who was bootlicking, was of no use; Song Zhao knocked him out cold.

Seeing his companion knocked out, the man on the left shook uncontrollably.

“Don’t move; if you do and the gun goes off, it won’t be my problem,” Gu Yanzhi said from behind the left-hand man in a sinister tone, reminiscent of a villain on TV.

“Heroine, please spare my life.

If I’ve offended you somehow just say it,” the left-hand man pleaded with a trembling voice, almost bursting into tears with a gun pointed at his head.

“Cut the crap.

You answer whatever I ask,” Gu Yanzhi pressed the gun forward forcefully.

“What’s this ‘good merchandise’ you’re talking about?” Gu Yanzhi’s voice grew colder with the words ‘good merchandise.’

“It’s, it’s nothing,” the man swallowed hard, not daring to reveal the truth.

“Speak!” Gu Yanzhi demanded icily.

“It’s, it’s, it’s, today we caught an old lady and a kid,” the man stuttered before finally spitting out the truth.

Upon hearing the reply, Gu Yanzhi’s gaze grew even colder, as if he were looking at a dead man.

“Were they taken at the Jinxiu Market?”

“Yes, yes, please spare me, hero!

I didn’t know they were your relatives, I beg you, spare my life, I’ll help you rescue them,” hearing Gu Yanzhi mention the Jinxiu Market, the man figured it out—he’d hit a snag, their family had come looking.

“Which floor are they on?”

“16th floor, they’re locked on the 16th floor.”

With the information he wanted, Gu Yanzhi pulled out the dagger strapped to his leg and delivered a swift end to the man.

Bright red blood splashed on the gray-white icy ground, blooming into delicate plum blossoms.

It was as if some master artist had suddenly decided to paint a picture on the ice.

The two men had keys for the window access, and after retrieving them and using the keys to open a window, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao slipped in with subdued steps.

Carefully avoiding the patrolling guards, they successfully made their way to the 16th floor.

At this moment, the entire 16th floor was in complete chaos.

Cries for mercy, calls for help, children’s sobs, and the leaders’ curses all intertwined.

“I’m telling you, take good care of today’s goods.

This top-quality stuff will surely please Mr.

Yan.

If anyone screws this up, I’ll take your lives.”

A supervisor-looking person scolded the bustling workers in the corridor.

Upon hearing the name Mr.

Yan, Gu Yanzhi internally cursed the scum and gently squeezed Song Zhao’s hand, signaling him to stay calm.

“Mister, please, I beg you, let Xiao Bao go.

He’s so young, he hasn’t even seen the beauty of this world yet.”

“Please, mister.”

The rooms on the 16th floor had been transformed, with doors changed to those resembling prison bars, allowing a clear view inside from outside.

And from the inside, one could see the people passing by outside.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao clearly saw Grandma Gao leaning against the bars, desperately grabbing the supervisor’s sleeve and pleading as he passed by.

“Damn old hag, get lost!

If it weren’t for the boss’s preference for the living, you’d have been slaughtered a long time ago, bad luck,” the supervisor yanked his sleeve free and spat into the room, cursing disdainfully.