Chapter 45 May Good People Live in Peace

"Hide at home, don't go out!"

Zhou Yan said, placing the AR-15 in Su Yanyue's arms.

"Take the walkie-talkie. If anything happens, shoot directly—don't save bullets!"

"What about you?!" Su Yanyue held the rifle Zhou Yan handed her, looking at him with worry.

She didn't know what had happened, but she still subconsciously cared about Zhou Yan's safety.

"Eh... I'll be fine!"

Zhou Yan said as he walked, casually pulling out that "Benelli M4 Shotgun" from the system.

Su Yanyue squinted at the black shotgun in Zhou Yan's hand, expressionless. She just knew it!

Honestly, this scene was already like a daily routine to her...

Even if Zhou Yan pulled a rocket launcher out of his pocket the next second, Su Yanyue would at most offer a bit of emotional value: "Wow! Xiao Yan is so amazing!"

In reality, she felt nothing inside...

Her sister had already told her about this, so she wasn't surprised at all...

Zhou Yan easily shouldered the shotgun with one hand, and the [Shadow] ability activated instantly!

His entire figure instantly melted into the darkness like ink...

In the living room, Su Yanyue, who had been dotingly staring at Zhou Yan's back, was stunned: "..."

Her originally calm heart instantly surged with monstrous waves!

What is going on?!

Where is Xiao Yan?!

Where did my big Xiao Yan go?!

...

Zhou Yan felt as if he had fallen into another dimension of the world.

Here, every corner of the real world covered by darkness was incredibly bright, while those illuminated by moonlight were a strange grayish-white, and Zhou Yan could not move there.

Following the darkness along the walls, Zhou Yan arrived at the corridor.

He reached the heavy fire door connecting to the Fire escape, looking with some gratification at the iron chain—as thick as two fingers—tied to the door handle...

Wang Zeyu was indeed reliable!

Because it was tied shut with an iron chain, there was still a narrow gap in the middle of the door...

But let alone a person, not even a finger could fit through.

Zhou Yan realized that in the [Shadow] state, a very special energy in his mind was being consumed rapidly, and he felt exhausted...

Quietly pressing his body against the wall by the door, holding his breath, he exited the [Shadow] state...

In the Fire escape outside the door gap, desperate clamor and fear were playing out.

"Brother Zhuo! Below! They're coming up! There are too many!" A man panted heavily, looking in despair at the swaying figures downstairs...

"Shut up! What the hell are you panicking about! Everyone, stay calm!" Zhuo You's rough scolding came, but the uncontrollable trembling in his voice betrayed his inner panic.

"We should have hidden on the 12th floor... Look what happened now!"

"Exactly!!"

"Damn it! It's all that idiot Zhuo You's fault!"

"Exactly!!"

After these words were spoken, everyone suddenly went quiet, tacitly maintaining a safe distance from the person who had made the final angry curse.

The man was stunned. Weren't they holding an event called "Curse the Boss Before Dying"?

What do you mean by backing away?

Betraying me???

But soon, more echoing voices rang out all around.

At this point, if they didn't curse a few more times, they would miss the chance for the rest of their lives!

Some people, once missed, are gone forever!

Zhuo You angrily brandished the Nepali military knife in his hand, trying to see clearly who was cursing him, but after listening for a few moments, because there were so many people cursing, he couldn't tell who was who...

"Roar!!!"

Two roars echoed like thunder in the narrow concrete stairwell!

Li Mei and her husband... had chased them down!

"Above! They're coming from above too! It's those two merfolk!" Someone roared in sheer terror.

"Damn it! Fight them to the death!" Zhuo You seemed to be pushed to the edge, adrenaline secreting crazily, the Nepali military knife waving wildly in the air, as if trying to hype himself up.

But his "pre-battle mobilization" received no response from anyone, because Zhuo You was suspicious by nature and never allowed anyone in the team to possess weapons!

Not even a knife!

So, now in the entire stairwell, only the Nepali military knife in his hand could be called a "weapon."

But this wasn't CF, and Zhuo You wasn't a "Savior," but the merfolk outside were real "biological monsters."

Aside from committing suicide in advance, his military knife couldn't provide him with any help...

Their resistance looked so pale and ridiculous in the face of those inhuman, terrifying powers...

"Ah!!! My hand!"

"Don't come over! Help!"

"Damn it! There are people over there too! Why are you targeting me?!"

"Brother Zhuo! Save me! Ah!!!"

Piercing screams and the terrifying sound of bones being crushed, mixed with the sound of merfolk tearing flesh, echoed in the stairwell, coupled with the merfolk's crazy and excited chewing sounds, it was like a symphony of hell erupting outside the door.

Zhou Yan leaned against the doorframe expressionless, accurately capturing the cruel slaughter happening outside through the sounds. He could clearly "hear" the voices of the survivors under Zhuo You disappearing one by one, then being replaced by terrifying tearing and swallowing sounds.

Zhou Yan's eyes were cold, his heart was calm, and a cold sneer even hung on the corner of his mouth.

How did the merfolk downstairs get there? They must have been attracted up...

But how the merfolk upstairs got there was worth pondering...

This could also be considered reaping what they sowed!

For such people who committed violence and evil, he couldn't muster the slightest sympathy!

Zhuo You outside the door was already on the verge of collapse. Extreme fear and the desire to survive were crazily intertwined. Listening to his companions' dying screams, he felt like he was about to faint!

He didn't want to die!

He absolutely could not die here!

He had to find a way to live...

His gaze scanned the surroundings crazily, finally locking tightly onto the fire door leading to the 11th Floor corridor...

Behind that was a relatively enclosed space, perhaps he could hide there for a while!

"Click..."

An extremely faint, almost inaudible metallic sound rang out—that was the sound of the security door lock being opened!

Zhou Yan turned his head sharply and found it was Su Yanqiu holding a rifle and Su Yanyue holding a pistol.

There were even tear stains on their faces. Zhou Yan was shocked!

Did something happen to his little cheat, or did Sister Zhang have an accident?

When Su Yanqiu saw Zhou Yan, a burst of surprise erupted on her face. She rushed into Zhou Yan's arms and hugged his waist tightly.

When her sister cried and told her: "Sister! Xiao Yan melted!"

She felt like her world had collapsed!

How could a perfectly fine person "melt"?

Opening the door and seeing Zhou Yan hiding safely behind the fire door watching the show, her heart suddenly calmed down.

Su Yanyue squeezed between the two of them, and the three of them hugged together.

Although the three of them didn't speak, the sound of the door opening and the light shining from inside were no less than a thunderclap to Zhuo You, who had pinned all his hopes on this door!

Someone?

And they still have electricity?!

"Is there anyone inside?" Zhuo You, like a drowning person grabbing a straw, lunged at the fire door, pounding the door panel crazily with his fists.

His voice became distorted with excitement and anticipation:

"Good people have a safe life! Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! Good brother! Open the door quickly!"