Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 876 - 703: Hell Resounds

"どうも,お客さんたち!Hello,everybady!всемпривет!"

Huai Shi stretched out his arms, announcing to the guests without any stage fright. Amidst the sharp electronic music noise, his deep voice echoed between the laser beams.

"The boring nursery rhyme time is over, everyone!"

On the mixing console, the man who dominated the entire CLUB raised his arm and grinned: "The time has come to truly enter the dangerous domain!"

"I know, you crave more excitement, more power, and even more wildness! That’s right, I know everything!"

"So, does any kid who hasn’t finished their juice want to stay? Does any coward want to run away? Is anyone unwilling to embrace this wonderful and chaotic night?!"

Completely ignoring the bewildered resident band, Huai Shi raised his hand and declared to the excited guests in the low electric current sound:

"The theme is the Extreme Path! The theme is gang fight! The theme is death and blood!!!"

"Time to rock! Burn, soul of YAKUZA!"

Under those eyes filled with curiosity and expectation, Huai Shi grinned, raised the two pistols in his hand, aimed at the ceiling, and repeatedly pulled the trigger, cheering and roaring amidst the gunfire:

"Next, our staff will personally present a performance for everyone—"

"—Welcome to Crime Night!!!"

Instant silence arrived, as the screams and roars from backstage spread, all stunned eyes were lit by the astonishing sparks.

Whether it was that mysterious hoarse tone or the handsome yet dangerous sinister aura, this infectious power spread along with words and the rhythm of agitation, instantly igniting the guests’ fervent interest.

Cheers of surprise rose from below the stage.

Countless palms lifted, dancing with Huai Shi’s raised pistols, offering excited shouts for this dangerous game.

Only the dancers and waiters hesitantly looked around, not understanding anything that was happening, but when the authentic sound of gunfire rose, they felt that deep-seated fear.

No, this isn’t a performance at all, it’s...

Bang!

With a loud noise, finally a guard rushed from backstage to the front, but upon seeing that dazzling figure under the laser light, he couldn’t help but fall into momentary shock.

Then, an order from the boss overwhelmed everything.

Instinctively drawing an electric baton, he charged onto the stage, shouting angrily to start the attack.

At that moment, amidst the crazy flashing lights, he glimpsed a chilling smile, the last scene he saw.

Because the curtain of the performance finally opened.

Huai Shi raised his hand.

Grabbing his face, he roughly lifted him from the ground, then swung a powerful punch!

Instantly, the guard’s body bent into an incredible arc, and the expensive microphone and receiver faithfully transmitted the crisp sound of bones breaking to everyone’s ears.

Then, arms, legs, even the head.

Under brutal abuse and heavy blows, accompanied by the drumbeats, it became part of the electronic music rhythm.

High-pitched singing burst from the huge speakers, roaring, as Huai Shi reached out and took the guard’s electric baton, waving it like a glow stick, taking one step at a time toward his opponents.

"I’m gonna fight ’em off!"

"A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back!"

I am going to beat them back; even a Seven Nation Army cannot stop me...

Now, the man whom even seven legions couldn’t defeat, stands before them, smiling at them.

"We can start now."

Huai Shi said.

The brutal Crime Night begins.

Never before have there been such bizarre fights and slaughter; intruders battle guards as lopsided slaughter occurs on both sides, with the masses cheering!

Countless excited spectators enjoy this official performance provided by the ’club,’ marveling at the reality and brutality of the scene.

Indeed, it is Crime Night, with gunshots and plasma made so real, Yuriko look, see how that person falls to the ground groaning, like his bones actually broke!

Even the shrill alarm is so unique, realistically simulating the appearance of an attack and confrontation, it pairs so well with the drink! Waiter, open a bottle of champagne for me... waiter? Waiter! Damn, where’s the waiter! Never mind, Bro, it’s intense!

No alcohol needed, no beauty needed, as the guests, their eyes turned red by violence, scream madly.

Praising this performance.

Even the burly envoy sneaking in to provide support is dumbfounded, never seen such an operation.

Can it really be like this?

When the distinguished guests upstairs awaken from the dreamlike trance of romance and alcohol due to the noise outside, it’s already too late.

The young man stained with blood has already pushed open the door, smiling at the chaotic scene inside, nodded courteously: "Sorry to disturb, I’m here to deliver gifts."

Gifts include electrical shocks of twenty thousand volts, Beretta 9MM caliber bullets, and sumo shoves practiced for ten minutes that can smash any vermin or trafficker’s skull!

These are evenly distributed to each guest and staff who should have long booked a room in Hell.

In the hallway, those encountered are planted into the corridor’s floor, those in rooms are hung on the crystal lights on the ceiling, those in bathrooms are flushed down the toilet.

This is a slow yet extremely efficient bloodbath, not sparing a single person with blood on their hands.

"Run, run!"

Huai Shi turned back, taking one last look at those dazed girls, murmuring pityingly, "You are free, even if just temporarily..."

But those girls seem to not understand his words, still intoxicated with the aftertaste of banned drugs, foolishly smiling, tugging at his pant leg.

Inviting him to join them.

Huai Shi closed his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the elevator leading to the top floor.

In the sharp whistle of the fire alarm, flames and thick smoke danced under the torrential rain from the sprinklers. The locked elevator emitted a wailing sound, opening to the sides under the force of two hands.

In the empty elevator shaft, cables were swiftly shaking, as if someone was climbing.

When Huai Shi looked down, he saw a terrified face looking up at him.

"Hello."

Huai Shi waved politely to greet him, then pressed the electric baton to his face and softly asked, "Do you know where your BOSS is?"

The blood-stained face looked up, with cold eyes full of darkness and ferocity, as if trying to wrench the soul out of him.

"Up, upstairs..." the fleeing man answered in a panic, "He’s, he’s in the safe house!"

"Alright, thank you."

Huai Shi nodded, sincerely thanked him, then pressed the switch, "Goodbye."

A flash of electricity, amidst a blurred scream, followed by a heavy object hitting the bottom of the elevator shaft, sounding so crisp.

Finally, he raised his head and looked upstairs...

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"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Inside the closed safe house, Sergei almost crushed the phone in his hand: "So many people! So many guns! Can’t even handle one bastard! What’s the use of keeping you all! Where are the Sublimators! The Sublimators we hired!"

"They, they..."

On the other end of the phone, the terrified voice replied, "They’re all dead too, it’s another man, a man we’ve never seen before, he, he... Help!!!"

The scream resounded, and soon, it abruptly stopped.

Soon, amidst hushed footsteps, the phone was picked up from the pool of blood and brought to the ears of the envoy from Green Day: "Hello? Anyone there?"

Sergei instinctively held his breath, not speaking.

Fearfully looking at his own reflection in the mirror, dreading an invisible ghost appearing behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Sergei, nice to meet you for the first time," the young man on the other end of the phone politely introduced himself. "You may have heard of me, my name is Feng Ping, Feng Ping from Green Day."

"I have come to claim the justice won by my compatriots, including the fifty-one lives you secretly sold over the past three years and the countless poor souls who died because of it—hahaha, if my father had come today in his younger years, he surely would have said so, right?

But rest assured, since this task is handed to me, it will certainly not turn into a lofty crusade. A person like me really has no sense of justice to speak of, without my father’s strong sense of honor."

He paused for a moment, savoring that glimmer of hope rising in Sergei’s heart on the other side, then grinned a sinister smile: "So, I don’t need those high-sounding reasons and excuses.

The things I want to do are simply because I want to do them. Just like I want you dead in the stinking gutter, purely, I just want to crush this ’dog bastard’ to death."

Amid Sergei’s cursing, he leisurely whistled, giving his final farewell: "Now, the time of death has arrived, Sergei, listen to the footsteps from Hell."

With his words, outside the safe house, the sound of muted footsteps gradually approached.

Through the thick walls, of over a dozen centimeters of alloy layers, that distant breathing infiltrated the enclosed space, and then the entire floor suddenly quivered.

Countless dust rose and drifted steadily.

Then again, another tremor—

Following two successive pounding machine-like furious roars, amidst the dead silence, there was a wind stirring on the other side of the wall.

Deep breath.

Then immediately, a push!

A distinct palm print appeared on the cracked wall, followed by the second, third, even the fourth...

The loud noises spread.

Hell is shaking!

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Fifteen minutes later, the piercing sound of the fire alarm rang through the street, accompanied by the terrified escape of guests, dozens of fire trucks roared towards the building ablaze in flames.

And just two blocks away, Huai Shi changed into a T-shirt, washed his face at the park’s faucet, and returned to the van.

He wiped off the droplets that hadn’t dried on his face, his complexion pale, and apologized first before they could speak.

"Sorry, I messed up."

Feng Ping, who was smoking and preparing to hear good news, was stunned for a long time, unexpectedly receiving such a result: "Did he get away?"

Feng Ping was incredulous: "Did he have some kind of helper?"

"No, didn’t let him get away."

Huai Shi bowed his head in shame and handed over a limp plastic bag: "But what’s to say, got carried away with the fighting, forgot you wanted the head."

"Accidentally... smashed it to pieces."

Huai Zhisu People’s, utterly remorseful!

It’s simply a colossal blunder, too absurd! Even after dropping weapons, forgot about beheading!

In helplessness, had to go downstairs to fetch another plastic bag and dustpan to shovel up that puddle on the ground and pack it up. Anyway, rounding it off, it’s basically the head here...

New here, don’t know the rules, hope the big brother from Green Day wouldn’t mind.

Let’s just make do with it...