Rise Of The Wasteland Chapter 81 - Silent Death

Chapter 81        Silent Death

The problem Korgan faced was not just the shortage of food, but also the low morale of his men. After all, no one had experienced a cataclysm before. They did not have a good start yesterday, and that day, they were trapped by Zhou Qingfeng again. Therefore, Korgan decided to give them a speech.

“Wake up, you bunch of idiots. The government is gone, the police have disappeared, the law doesn’t work anymore. Is there anything better than this? You used to be poor, but now you can simply rob from anyone in New York. People looked down on you, but now you can kill those who look down on you any time. What are you guys unhappy about?”

“I know what you guys are worried about that eighteen-year-old kid Victor Hugo. The media exaggerated and said he was the most dangerous terrorist after ‘911’. That’s bulls.h.i.t!

“I know that Victor Hugo; he’s not even a terrorist nor a maniac murderer—he’s just a brat. He’s nothing in my eyes.

“Look at me. I’m Korgan, the leader of the largest underground gang in Queens, and I’ll be the leader of New York in the future. If I want him to bend, he’d bend; if I want him to die, he’d die.

“Do you know why he escaped? Because he found out that I was here. He got scared away by me. A man who doesn’t even dare face me; how scary could he be?

“So don’t you worry, continue to search this building and look for more food and drinks. Very soon we’ll be stronger, strong enough to conquer the entirety of New York. As for Victor Hugo? He’ll either be killed by me, or he’ll hide somewhere like mouse.”

The gangsters liked those heroic utterances. All of them became motivated and started to scream excitedly. Korgan waved his hands too to increase their morale. He jumped down from the table where he gave the speech and asked Ivan beside him, “Are you sure that brat had escaped?”

“He should be down there since he escaped through the elevator shaft. I’ve sent my brother to kill him, but he might have already escaped from this building.” Ivan felt very confident in his judgment.

“Hmm…” Korgan replied, “it’d be good if you can get his corpse. I wanna let everyone know that people who go against me will find themselves in a bad situation.”

As Korgan was giving his speech, Zhou Qingfeng had started his a.s.sa.s.sination on the tenth floor. Even if it was already dark, the building was not completely quiet. Occasionally, there echoed sounds of searching and things falling. It seemed like a few people were searching through all rooms and corners in the building.

There are a variety of separate offices and work areas in the immigration office building, with tables and cabinets in each area. The gangsters who were asked to search the building looked for valuable things with their torches.

Zhou Qingfeng held a blade in his left hand and a gun in his right. As he walked into an office area, he saw that the floor was littered with tipped over furniture and debris. Nearly everything was thrown on the floor, and Zhou Qingfeng spied someone searching through things a short distance away from him.

Mobutu felt nervous as soon as he saw the gangster. Zhou Qingfeng looked around and walked with light feet toward him. He ran on his toes, his movements brisk yet silent, as if he were a panther hunting for food.

When Zhou Qingfeng neared the back of the gangster, he moved even faster. He rushed toward the gangster and stabbed him at the back. The blade tore through his ribs and directly pierced his heart and lung. In the process, Zhou Qingfeng made sure to cover the mouth of gangster with his hand, so even when the gangster’s blood spilled over his mouth, he could not make any noise.

It’s a silent death! Brutal yet poignant.

Mobutu’s job was to cover Zhou Qingfeng and observe any movements around them. However, when Mobutu saw Zhou Qingfeng kill someone with such speed and skill, he was shocked and covered with cold sweat.

The stabbed gangster fell to the ground. He was not completely dead; his body was still twitching, and the blood coming from his mouth showed that his heart was still beating. Zhou Qingfeng extracted the blade and picked up the torch on the floor. He saw a few big garbage bags beside the gangster and opened them.

They were the resources collected by the gangster throughout the day. Food, drinks, some tools and supplies were sorted into separate bags. There was even a bag with a few pistols, magazines and bullets. Those things must have been found by the gangster within the building.

Zhou Qingfeng carried the bags and walked back to Mobutu. He waved at him and whispered, “Let’s go to our next target.”

Meanwhile, Mobutu was still in a horrified state. His mouth was dry and his heart rate had increased. He subconsciously raised a question, “Mr Hugo, I remember from the news that you’re eighteen years old. It that true?”

“Yeah, theoretically,” Zhou Qingfeng replied.

“Were you under harsh training since you were a kid?” Mobutu asked again.

“Huh…?” Zhou Qingfeng looked at the nervous Mobutu and instantly understood that Mobutu was shocked by his agility when he killed the gangster. He then bluffed, “Yeah, Chinese know Kung Yu. We trained from childhood.”

In fact, it was the result of Zhou Qingfeng’s ability ‘Naturally Gifted’. He became talented in everything and learned things very quickly. Even his terrible aiming skill greatly improved. In the future, he would definitely be a killing machine in the chaotic last phase.

There were only four gangsters searching for goods on the tenth floor. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng found the last one, he did not kill him on spot. He pressed his blade on the gangster’s neck and started to interrogate him.

“When I ask, you answer. If I find out that you’re trying to hide something, I’ll give you a stab in return, got it?” Zhou Qingfeng’s voice resembled the growl of a horrible monster prowling in the dark. He imitated the phrases used by a great villain in a gangster film he watched in the past. As expected, it worked well.

“Who’s your boss?”

“Korgan, Mr Korgan.”

“Who’re with him?”

“There are the Portaschi brothers, there are....”

Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions that he knew the answers to, before he continued to interrogate the gangster.

“How many people do you have?”

“I’m not too sure. Some died yesterday. Should be around seventy or eighty.”

“Who were you all fighting with last night?”

“I don’t know, maybe the underground gang from other territories. Everyone was messed up anyway; we shot any and all unfamiliar faces.”

“Did you meet anyone you’re familiar with? Like, a guy called David Lawrence?”

“No, I didn’t see David Lawrence.”

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and killed him anyway.

As Mobutu saw the scene, he made made the sign of the cross as if he were repenting to G.o.d, praying for forgiveness for his and Zhou Qingfeng’s sins.

“Mobutu, don’t worry about praying to G.o.d for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t believe in that b*stard.”

“What…?!”