Chapter 61: Punishment, Late but Inevitable!

“Brothers, go!”

Liu Dahong quietly raised his hand and gave the order.

Guan Sanqiang was the first to charge into the crowd.

On the other side, Ye Qing immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly shielded the monitor behind himself.

Sun Jingtao, who had been mingling among the residents, stepped forward and swept his leg out in a smooth, practiced motion.

*Smack!*

Guan Sanqiang couldn’t dodge in time and fell flat on his face.

Liu Dahong frowned, instantly recognizing Sun Jingtao.

Before they’d planned to attack the 32nd floor, they’d already investigated the backgrounds of several residents.

They knew he was a former special forces soldier, forced to retire early for certain reasons.

Originally, they’d considered recruiting him, which was why they hadn’t targeted apartment 3204 from the start.

But now, since he’d made his stance clear, no matter how wary they felt, they had no choice but to deal with him too.

After all, a dead man poses no threat.

The residents sensed something was wrong, but they were confused and didn’t know what to do in that instant.

Liu Dahong was about to order his men to seize Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing when suddenly—*creak*—the door to 3201 swung wide open.

His eyes twitched, a flash of caution in his gaze, quickly replaced by excitement and malice.

He raised his hand, pointing at 3201, and shouted:

“The electric lock’s out! Grab that girl!!”

The crowd, weapons in hand, were just about to surge forward, but their legs froze mid-stride.

From behind the dark muzzle of a gun, a girl fully equipped like a 007 agent strode out of 3201, looking sharp and composed.

Compared to the tense, aggressive mob, the girl radiated a calm, commanding confidence, as if she had everything under control.

Everyone’s pupils contracted, their muscles tensed, and a wave of fear swept through them:

“A gun?!”

God!

How does she have a gun?!

Guns are strictly banned in this country!!!

It must be a high-quality replica!

It has to be!!

Sun Jingtao instinctively rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

But he recognized the model in Jiang Yan’s hand—he’d seen it before on foreign military blogs he used to browse.

It was truly baffling.

If she really had a gun, wasn’t this a total one-sided massacre?

“Heh, you little bitch, you finally showed yourself! Think you can scare us with a starter pistol? You think we’re idiots?!”

Zhang Qiqi, seeing everyone intimidated by Jiang Yan’s small handgun, sneered and charged at her with a knife.

She too had a moment of doubt.

After all, Jiang Yan’s getup was like something out of a spy movie—totally different from the lovesick, spoiled daughter Li Meizhen she remembered, who spent her days eating, drinking, and traveling.

But once hatred and jealousy ignite, reason and perception go out the window.

*Bang!*

Jiang Yan’s eyelids lifted slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over.

Without a word, she raised her arm and fired—a bullet shot straight at Zhang Qiqi’s right knee.

“Aaaahhh!!”

In a flash, blood spurted out, and excruciating pain from her shattered kneecap shot through Zhang Qiqi’s body.

She screamed, her face contorted in agony.

*Bang!* Another shot—this time at her left knee.

In less than five seconds, she collapsed, hands on the floor, both knees hitting the ground.

Blood gushed out, quickly soaking through her pants.

As her shins hit the tiles, there was a sickening *crack*—her lower leg bones snapped right at the knees!

“Aaaahhh!!”

“Mom!!” Her screams of agony were endless.

A pool of blood quickly formed beneath Zhang Qiqi’s knees.

“You little bitch, I’ll kill you!!” Driven mad by pain, Zhang Qiqi tried to crawl toward Jiang Yan.

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

Two more shots.

Both of Zhang Qiqi’s arms now had bloody holes, blood spurting out.

This time, she nearly passed out from the pain.

“!!!”

“Holy shit!”

“Damn!”

“…”

The others’ eyes widened in terror, and they scrambled backward.

Their fear wasn’t just because she really had a gun—

But because her marksmanship was terrifyingly precise!

Every shot hit exactly where she aimed!

And in just seconds, she’d crippled all four limbs—wasn’t that ruthless?!

She was like a cold-blooded killing machine!

Everyone looked at her as if they’d seen a ghost.

A few timid residents even wet their pants, and as soon as they realized, tried to run for the stairs.

But Sun Jingtao, as if prepared, strode over and slammed the fire door to the stairwell shut.

He was determined to settle things here and now.

Otherwise, there’d be endless trouble for the 32nd floor.

Seeing the bone knife in Sun Jingtao’s hand and the veins bulging on his arms, the crowd didn’t know whether to run or stay.

“Qiqi!”

Zhang Qiming rushed to help Zhang Qiqi, but *bang!*—a bullet shattered the tile at his feet.

Zhang Qiming jumped back in fright, legs trembling.

Jiang Yan glared at him. “Get back.”

“…!” Zhang Qiming shrank back, retreating to the corner in terror.

Liu Dahong stood frowning, gripping his crowbar, mind racing for a solution.

At that moment, the bowl-cut guy, instead of being scared, was delighted. Seeing Jiang Yan’s attention elsewhere, he quietly crept closer, gripping a small hammer.

To him, it was a chance to grab a weapon—why not?

Before Ye Qing could stop him, *bang!*—a bullet shot straight into his arm.

“Ah!” The bowl-cut guy clutched his bleeding wrist in agony.

*Clang!*

The hammer dropped to the floor, blood streaming from the hole in his hand.

A few of the burly men behind him gasped.

Now, everyone knew Jiang Yan meant business.

The room fell silent.

All they wanted was to leave.

To quietly, safely, slink away like quails.

The truth didn’t matter anymore.

Becoming the overlords of the 32nd floor in this apocalypse didn’t matter anymore.

Jiang Yan stood firm, swept her cold gaze over the crowd, and spoke loudly:

“Let me tell you all—I don’t care if you think I let the blood mosquitoes in! But I do think you all deserve the truth! At least, your dead loved ones deserve to rest in peace!”

“But since some clowns insist on testing my limits, don’t blame me for being ruthless! From now on, everyone—throw your weapons in the corner!”

“In three seconds, if anyone moves, I’ll shoot! If anyone tries to leave, I’ll shoot!”

“If you don’t believe me and want to die, bring your head over and try me! I always keep my word!”

“Miss Jiang, please, I beg you, forgive me, I know I was wrong…I really know I was wrong!” Zhang Qiqi finally came to her senses, sobbing and wailing, her words broken by pain.

It hurt so much that even speaking felt like being stabbed by countless needles.

“Miss Jiang, please, just shoot me! I can’t take it anymore! Aaaahhh!”

Zhang Qiqi’s screams were heart-wrenching.

With her arms and legs broken, she was probably going mad.

Jiang Yan curled her lips in a cold smile.

This was just the beginning.

Killing her with a single shot would be letting her off too easy!"