Chapter 19 Demons In The Depths Of Hell

Upstairs, Brother Biao still had the walkie-talkie in his hand, inquiring, "How's it going? Have you checked the power supply?" "Brother Biao, a few of us are guarding the corridor, Black Pig has already gone to check!" "Good!" Brother Biao switched channels and called out, "Black Pig, what's the situation?" No response! "Black Pig?" Still no response! "Oh no!" Brother Biao switched back to the original channel, "Black Pig is in trouble, go in and check it out!" The four individuals responsible for the power supply felt a sense of unease. Breathing nervously and gripping their guns, they cautiously made their way towards the room. The darkness enveloped them, with occasional gusts of wind blowing through the shattered windows, brushing against their faces. The short distance of just over ten meters felt like an eternity to traverse. Upon entering the power distribution room, they discovered it was empty. "Where is everyone?" There was no sign of Black Pig. One of them nervously used his phone to illuminate the room, and suddenly spotted a bloodied corpse hanging above the power distribution room - it was Black Pig! "Ah!" The group was startled and quickly retreated outside. Suddenly, a piercing sound echoed, as a long rusty iron pipe pierced one person's throat like a ghost, causing blood to gush out like a fountain, flowing continuously through the pipe. Zuo Tianyang raised his submachine gun and fired at the other three individuals. Gunshots rang out, and the heads of the remaining three people exploded like watermelons, a gruesome sight. "What's happening? Report, Team Five!" Mark's expression was extremely grim. Zuo Tianyang glanced at the walkie-talkie on the ground, then proceeded towards the stairs. Mark was on the verge of cursing in anger. In just over two minutes, they had lost eleven of their comrades. "Teams Three and Four, proceed to the nearby electrical room together. Shoot immediately if there is any movement. Remember, stay together and do not split up!" Mark almost roared. "Yes, Mark!" Teams Three and Four, totaling ten individuals, backed up against each other, slowly descending the stairs. Their gun muzzles covered almost every angle of the hallway. Anyone who appeared would undoubtedly be shot to pieces. They had been through numerous battles, but had never encountered such a terrifying adversary. Zuo Tianyang observed these hapless individuals and sneered. He flicked his finger, and a stone shot towards a corner of the hallway. The sound reverberated clearly in the silent night. Ten guns instantly unleashed a barrage of fire towards the direction of the stone, as if attempting to pierce through the building. These individuals were extremely tense. Zuo Tianyang raised his submachine gun. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" Bullets sprayed out, and nine individuals were instantly riddled with bullets. The remaining person was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, frantically crawling towards the end of the corridor. "N-no... don't kill me, don't kill me!" The trembling man crawled, muttering in fear, his face contorted with terror. The walkie-talkie crackled once more, "Such loud gunshots! Did you eliminate him?" The man trembling on the ground heard the voice and hysterically shouted as if seeking help, "Brother Biao, save me, please save me, save..." Bang! Another gunshot! The corridor fell back into silence instantly. "What's happening?" Brother Biao panicked, swallowing hard, finding it hard to believe everything that was unfolding. The assassins in the office also grasped the gravity of the situation at that moment, their initial confidence completely shattered. While they had initially looked down on the reinforcements, it had to be acknowledged that thirty or so men armed with submachine guns still held some intimidation. However, now that most of these men had perished in confusion, fear gripped them tightly. The leader of the assassins decided not to prolong the situation any further. He picked up the walkie-talkie and taunted, "Zuo Tianyang, I'll be waiting for you in the office on the third floor for five minutes. After that, I won't mind playing with your woman. I might even let you watch a live broadcast!" After a moment, Zuo Tianyang's voice came through the walkie-talkie, "You will all die. None of you will escape!" His voice was icy cold, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it, fear creeping from the depths of their hearts. Brother Biao cursed the foolish assassin silently, wondering how he could provoke Zuo Tianyang at such a critical moment. But the die was cast, and Brother Biao shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, gather!" Upon hearing the command, the remaining two groups ran straight to the third floor. Along the way, they could see bodies lying in all directions, filling the air with a strong smell of blood. Meanwhile, Zuo Tianyang lurked at the corner of the hallway, resembling a demon crawling out of hell, exuding a terrifying and bloodthirsty aura. Just as the members of the second group were about to reach the corner, Zuo Tianyang suddenly attacked, his fingers turning into claws as he grabbed the leader's head. In the horrified eyes of the other four, the leader's head was separated from his body, blood gushing out like a fountain. Screams echoed one after another, turning the hallway into a living hell. "Second group? Second group!" Brother Biao's body trembled, a seasoned warrior on the verge of collapsing to the ground. Zuo Tianyang picked up a blood-stained phone, set a one-minute countdown, and jumped out of the window towards the outside. With a swift movement, he flipped onto the third floor. At that moment, there were only six members of the Red Eagle Society left, including Brother Biao. They all stared fixedly at the staircase, not daring to move an inch. This was Zuo Tianyang's only way out. As long as he appeared at the staircase, they could shoot him down directly. Suddenly, a cell phone alarm went off at the corner of the second floor, provoking the tense nerves of the six people. They all turned to look, ignoring a dark figure in the night. Gunshots rang out again, and the five people who were staring at the staircase had their heads blown open, falling to the ground instantly. Only Brother Biao remained, trembling as he stared at the figure by the window as if he had seen a devil. "You... you're not human, you're not human, how is this possible!" Biao Ge was scared silly, unable to stand and collapsed on the ground. "They're all dead, how is this possible, they're all dead, hahaha, they're all dead!" Biao Ge was almost losing his mind, muttering to himself on the ground. "You're not assassins, tell me, what organization are you? I will consider letting you go!" Zuo Tianyang coldly spoke. Initially panicked, Biao Ge seemed to see a glimmer of hope and revealed the identity of his organization. "We... we are from the Red Eagle Society, this operation was arranged by our leader." "Good! I've made up my mind, I won't let you go!" Zuo Tianyang decisively pulled the trigger. Biao Ge's eyes widened, and he fell straight down, looking as if he died with his eyes open. The thirty-two elite members of the Red Eagle Society, all wiped out.