Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse

68: Chapter 56 Rescue 68: Chapter 56 Rescue Her appearing here proved that Mr.

Yan had been eyeing Dark Cloud for a long time.

The only possibility for her presence was that she intended to bring the Dark Cloud organization under Mr.

Yan’s control.

Rather than the current situation where Mr.

Yan provided benefits to the leader, who in turn dealt with matters Mr.

Yan wanted handled, she aimed to make the organization completely obedient to Mr.

Yan’s will, a place where if Mr.

Yan said “east,” nobody dared say “west.”

Zhang Lian looked Gu Yanzhi up and down and inwardly sighed in pity.

“Such a beautiful person, definitely Mr.

Yan’s type.

It’s a pity there’s a man.”

“However, if this man were eliminated, presenting her to Mr.

Yan wouldn’t be out of the question.”

The relationship between Zhang Lian and Mr.

Yan was not what one might imagine.

She was just Mr.

Yan’s best henchman.

Not only did she handle dirty work for Mr.

Yan, but she also gathered beauties for him.

Zhang Lian’s gaze, as if appraising goods, made Gu Yanzhi feel physically uncomfortable.

Song Zhao, too, keenly noticed the gaze of the person in front, his eyes frosty as he glared ahead.

The three remained in a tense stand-off for a while until Zhang Lian spoke, “What’s your relationship with Mr.

Yan?

What are you here for?”

“And what’s your relationship with him?” Gu Yanzhi retorted knowingly.

“Cut the crap.

Answer what you’re asked to.

Speak!” Zhang Lian aimed the gun in her hand at Gu Yanzhi and shouted loudly.

“No relationship,”

“Heard Mr.

Yan controls the military and government affairs of C city, got some business I’d like to do with him.” As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao, in tacit understanding, sprinted for the room’s door, one to the left and the other to the right.

They were already standing not far from the door, and Zhang Lian, sitting on the bed and covered in a quilt, was not in a position to move easily.

They made it out of Zhang Lian’s line of sight successfully.

Infuriated, Zhang Lian pulled the trigger of the gun in her hand, bang bang, the shots landing on a cabinet.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao ran out of the room, not forgetting to close the door.

Gu Yanzhi also threw a tear gas grenade inside just before closing the door.

The two, now wearing protective masks and goggles, gently pushed open the door and slipped back inside amidst the white haze.

In the white mist, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao groped their way to the bedside, discerning a shaking figure indistinctly.

Gu Yanzhi stabbed the figure with his knife, and blood gushed forth like a waterfall.

Zhang Lian twitched on the floor for a moment before falling still.

Having eliminated the person, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao went down to the 17th floor, which, aside from the leader, housed the other senior members of Dark Cloud.

At this time, the 17th floor was alive with revelry, everyone immersed in the thrill of their impending underground emperor life.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao burst in unexpectedly and subdued everyone before they could react.

Gu Yanzhi took a length of hemp rope from his space, tied up these people, and planned to hand them over to the government for processing.

Once they had dealt with them, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao returned to the 16th floor to release the captive grandparents and then tied up the people on the 16th floor as well.

As soon as they were freed, Grandma Gao made a beeline for the room where Gao Siyang was, her quick steps surprising Gu Yanzhi, hardly expected of a woman in her sixties.

Gao Siyang, seeing a familiar relative, sobbed a few times before quieting down.

Having cried too long, his throat was hoarse, and the raspy voice with which he called for grandma deeply pained her.

She cooed at him, calling him “treasure” and “little treasure.”

Among the remaining elders, there were no relatives of another baby, Xiao Bao.

This Xiao Bao must have been kidnapped or his relatives had already met with misfortune.

Fortunately, the elders were all very loving, patiently comforting the baby who appeared much younger than Gao Siyang, barely a year old at most.

Either exhausted from crying or sensing he was now in a safe place, Xiao Bao soon fell asleep.

After about half an hour, Gu Yanzhi, who had been sitting on the floor resting, got up to stretch.

It was also about time for Gu Yanlin to arrive.

Today was Gu Yanlin’s weekly home visit, and before Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao set out, they had instructed Zhang Qian to watch for Gu Yanlin and, upon sight, to swiftly seek out Chu Guodong.

Given the magnitude of today’s events, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao hadn’t held back in using firearms and even killed someone, so it wasn’t wise to let government entities handle it directly.

It was better to ask Chu Guodong for assistance in covering up.

As someone known for a while, and his younger brother being Chu Guodong’s subordinate, over the nearly a year, Chu Guodong also regularly received benefits from their hands, so Gu Yanzhi believed he would likely help.

Gu Yanzhi’s estimate was good; she had just straightened up when she heard noises from the corridor.

“Sis, are you in this room?” Soon, the door was knocked, and Gu Yanlin’s voice came through.

Gu Yanzhi opened the door to find Gu Yanlin and his teammates outside.

Startled awake by the scent of unfamiliar strangers, Xiao Bao began to wail from his sleep, causing Gao Siyang in Grandma Gao’s arms to weep incessantly as well.

The commotion distressed the elders, who quickly comforted the children with embraces and pats.

“Dongzi, sorry for the trouble this time,”

Gu Yanzhi, along with the 532 Squad, worked on wrapping up, while Song Zhao and Chu Guodong stood aside, exchanging pleasantries.

“No problem.

Just give me a heads-up next time something like this comes up.

I need to be mentally prepared—almost didn’t make it this time.”

“Oh, and that gun of yours, could you get me a couple?” Chu Guodong saw the wound on the leader, which appeared as if it were made by A country’s latest model handgun from before the apocalypse.

Before the apocalypse, he had once tried it through special channels—its performance far exceeded their current handguns.

He remembered it well and had studied the gun’s specifications in detail, so he recognized the bullet hole on the leader at a glance.

“I’ve got one in hand now, can’t give it to you as I need it for self-defense.

After I get back, I’ll ask a friend if I can get another.

Wait for my word,” Song Zhao didn’t immediately agree, but rather fabricated a friend.

They weren’t short on guns, and they would definitely give some in the end, but it couldn’t appear to come directly from them.

Hence, Song Zhao invented the existence of this “friend.”

Over the year, Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi had conducted more than one weapons deal with them, all sourced through this friend.

The military once investigated this so-called friend but found not a trace—as if he had vanished from the world.

They suspected that maybe no such friend existed, that Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi had fabricated him.

Yet they couldn’t explain how the two managed to possess so many arms, or even locate where they were stored.