Kapitel 18: Chapter 18: Death

Samuel continuously shifted the direction of his gun, protected by two thugs at his side. "Stay calm! Stay calm!" Jones hurriedly said, fearing the bullets from Samuel's gun. "Brother, calm down!" Jones raised his hands, "It couldn't have been us who shot. Why would we shoot William? It must have been that kid David!"

"David?" Samuel hesitated for a moment, "How does he still have a gun?" "We don't know that," Jones replied. "But maybe he knew about the apocalypse in advance, so... maybe he prepared guns!" "Where did he shoot from then?" Samuel asked loudly. "Can he turn invisible or what?"

"This building was specially designed by him, so maybe there are shooting holes. Yes, shooting holes!" Jones speculated, trying to calm Samuel's anxiety. After all, the gun in his hand was no joke.

Even if he could unite the people in the building, who would be willing to take a bullet? Just looking at the scene, most people either ran upstairs or downstairs to hide after hearing the gunshot.

Poor William, now lying on the ground, wailing, ignored by everyone. So much for neighbors and allies - at times like this, everyone is only thinking about themselves.

"Shooting holes?" Samuel slowly lowered his hand and nodded, "Makes sense."

"If there are shooting holes, it means there are passages. If there are passages, it means we can break through from there! Did anyone see from which direction the bullet came?" he asked loudly.

No one answered; indeed, no one saw the trajectory of the bullet. Everyone's attention had been focused on breaking the wall. Who could see a bullet with their eyes? Even distinguishing the sound of the gunshot was difficult because of the noise from hammering the walls.

"Damn it, a bunch of useless people!" Samuel cursed. Then he shouted at William, "Stop your damn wailing! You're really annoying me!" "I... I'm dying," William said desperately. "Please, save me! I don't want to die!"

"I'll be your servant if you save me!" With his injury, he was practically sentenced to death. A normal person shot in normal circumstances would likely die, let alone now, with harsh weather and no medical personnel.

"Do you think that's possible?" Samuel said coldly. "You're indeed beyond saving. If you really want to live, then open this door. Charles can save you." "Please, I have a daughter. I need to take care of her…"

"Daughter?" Samuel, who had given up on William, suddenly became interested, smirking, "Don't worry, if your daughter is cute and obedient, I'll take good care of her." "You…" William's eyes widened. At that moment, his gunshot wound seemed less painful than his heart. He turned to Jones, "Mr. Jones..."

"William..." Jones took a deep breath, the cold air hurting his lungs, making him cough to expel it. "He's right. We... really can't save you now. The doctor in the building... is dead."

He spoke softly. There used to be a doctor in the building, kind

enough to often help neighbors with some food from his work. But later, he too died, deceived into opening his door and robbed of all his food.

Their memory of the doctor's last look, full of resentment, haunted everyone. But they had no choice; if they hadn't done that, they wouldn't have survived.

Those who survived did so by stepping over the bodies of others. William was utterly despondent, a look of resentment in his eyes. Then, gathering strength from somewhere, he shakily stood up, not lingering here, but staggering into his own room.

The blood from his wound quickly froze. Samuel, intrigued, asked, "Mr. Jones, how's his daughter?" "Excellent," Mr. Jones replied softly, "Charles will like her." "But she's too thin now. If she's fed a bit, she'll be even better."

Wealthy people often have peculiar tastes. As far as Mr. Jones knew, Charles particularly liked younger girls. Samuel gave him a knowing look, "Great! Don't just stand there, hurry up and find that shooting hole. Once we find it, we can get into the room!"

The others felt a chill. William had just been shot, and these two were already discussing his daughter. What if something happened to them? Would their families also...

But Samuel had spoken, and they dared not disobey; after all, he had a gun. They returned to their search, eventually regrouping on the seventeenth floor.

"Not dead," David felt slightly regretful. After firing the shot, he had already removed the Penetration Ring, so they would never find the so-called shooting hole.

Watching the surveillance, he thought the scenario could be a novel. Interesting indeed. Samuel, Charles's underling, clearly didn't regard the others as human beings. But under his tyranny, they had no choice but to obey. These people who had brought Samuel here to target him, were now experiencing being underdogs themselves.

These people were now devils, and David naturally had no sympathy for them. Instead, he was thinking about what to do next...

Just as the people in the corridor had said, William was doomed. This was David's first kill, and he felt exhilarating. As for William's daughter...

She was indeed cute, but remembering how she had tricked him into opening the door, even if under William's instruction, David couldn't help but feel angry.

A child's mistake is still a mistake. The laws protecting minors are useless in these times. Firing that shot, he felt a sense of unreal satisfaction.

Or maybe... a revenge accomplished? But not completely. He wouldn't let anyone in this building go. The despair he had suffered was because of all the people outside his door.

Their devilish appearance at that time, David would never forget!