Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse

67: Chapter 55: Unexpected Gains 67: Chapter 55: Unexpected Gains When the supervisor had walked away and headed upstairs,

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao split up and silently knocked out the remaining few people working on the 16th floor.

“Come on,”

The last person, seeing strangers breaking in and wanting to call out, was swiftly knocked unconscious by Gu Yanzhi.

“Grandma Gao,”

At this moment, Grandma Gao had been scared witless inside the room.

However, she was blocking the railing at the entrance of the room tenaciously, preventing anyone else inside from seeing Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao, clinging to the railing, greeted Grandma Gao, and the people inside, grasping at straws for hope, clustered at the railing and kept asking.

“Comrade, comrade, are you here to rescue us?”

The room was filled with elderly people, both men and women, who all seemed capable of moving independently without any apparent illnesses.

“Dear grandpas and grandmas, shh.

Please wait patiently, we will rescue everyone for sure,” Gu Yanzhi did not rashly lead them out.

Initially thinking that only Grandma Gao was there, the sudden addition of several more people meant that Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao needed to modify their plan.

“Xiao Gu, Xiao Song, please go check on Xiao Bao, see how Gao Siyang is doing,” Grandma Gao, being squeezed to one side, finally found an opportunity to interject, pleadingly asking Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao to check on Gao Siyang.

“Grandma Gao, don’t worry, we’ll go now,”

“Grandpas and grandmas, please, keep quiet, we’ll be right back,”

Following the sound of a baby crying, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao located the only room with a closed door.

Gu Yanzhi pulled out the lock-picking tool used earlier, and effortlessly picked the lock.

“Who are you,” the caregiver inside, hearing the sound of the door opening, immediately stood up alertly and cautiously eyed the two newcomers.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao didn’t give her a chance to speak further, quickly knocking her unconscious, tying her up, stuffing her mouth with a piece of cloth, and dragging her to a corner.

There were only two babies in the room, and the conditions were much better than the room for the elderly, with individual cradles and a warm room.

Unlike the elderly, who had to huddle together for warmth without even a brazier.

Still, due to the unfamiliar environment, the babies’ crying was unceasing.

After ensuring that the two children were in good condition, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao closed the door and headed upstairs.

They bypassed the 17th floor and went directly to the top 18th floor, deducing from previous conversations that the leader of Dark Cloud was currently there.

Upon reaching the top floor, the corridor was eerily silent, not a sound to be heard.

It wasn’t clear whether this leader overestimated his subordinates or his security.

With the help of the dim light, Gu Yanzhi saw two figures dressed in black standing guard outside a room—undoubtedly, the room where the leader resided.

Apart from that, there was no one else in the corridor of the 18th floor.

Under the cover of night, the two of them stealthily approached the guards and swiftly dealt with them.

Pressing his ear to the door, Gu Yanzhi heard loathsome sounds from within, confirming the occupant was their target.

“Little darling, once I give the people to Mr.

Yan tomorrow, I will rule C city’s underworld.

Just follow me, and I’ll guarantee you a life of luxury,” the man inside said in a jesting, high-pitched tone that was so disgusting it almost made Gu Yanzhi vomit his lunch.

The leader’s room was indeed different.

The door was much more sophisticated than the ordinary ones downstairs, and it took Gu Yanzhi some effort to pry it open.

The people inside were too preoccupied with their carnal activities and did not notice the door opening.

The light was on in the room, bright and clear, and Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao walked in without any attempt to hide.

The leader, seeing two intruders burst in, collapsed onto his female companion, and asked in an alarmed voice, “Who are you?”

The woman companion tried to shrink beneath the leader, reducing her presence and casually grabbing a piece of clothing to cover her face, disregarding his reaction.

Caught off guard by the offensive sight upon entry, Song Zhao quickly turned Gu Yanzhi’s body around, back facing the bed.

Seizing the moment of distraction between Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao, the leader tried to stealthily reach for the gun on his bedside but was spotted by Song Zhao, who had been keeping a watch out.

Song Zhao immediately drew his gun and pointed it at him, asking,

“Don’t move, where is Mr.

Yan now?” It was likely that the leader knew Mr.

Yan, perhaps even had deals with him.

Song Zhao, determined not to let anything slide, also sought information.

He didn’t notice that at the mention of the name “Mr.

Yan”, the woman’s gaze flickered.

“I, I don’t know,”

“Boss, please spare me, this is a misunderstanding, I don’t know where Mr.

Yan is,”

“Not knowing didn’t stop you from trafficking children for him,” Song Zhao pointed out, clearly distrusting the man’s words.

“I really don’t know, Mr.

Yan contacted me,”

“How do you usually communicate?”

“He contacts me first, telling me what he needs, then I leave a note in the room, and the next day someone comes to pick up.”

“Please, I have elders above and children below.

If I don’t comply, Mr.

Yan won’t spare my family,”

“Please, I apologize for any offense.

I made a mistake.

Please, let it go; everything was forced by Mr.

Yan.”

If Song Zhao had paid more attention to the woman, he would’ve noticed something off.

Hearing the despicable man beneath her blame everything on Mr.

Yan, Zhang Lian’s gaze fixed on the leader as if she was looking at a lifeless object—this man was already dead in her eyes.

Considering Grandma Gao and little friend Gao Siyang downstairs, Song Zhao was not in the mood to dally with the man before him and promptly put an end to him with a shot.

Just as Song Zhao turned around, planning to leave with Gu Yanzhi, the woman on the bed spoke.

“Wait,” the woman’s deep voice rose, laced with a hint of lazy charm.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao turned around, seeing Zhang Lian wrapped in a blanket, her face splattered with fresh blood, holding the gun the leader had failed to grab, pointing it at them.

Seeing the woman’s face, Gu Yanzhi felt a sense of familiarity, as if opening a sealed memory.

If her memory served her right, this woman was someone from Mr.

Yan’s side.

More than once had she seen her reporting to Mr.

Yan.

Moreover, this person always looked down on her with disdain, as if she was nothing but trash.