The Apocalypse Solution Provider

Chapter 55: Restaurant Bloodbath

Ding Jia nodded. Tattooed Arm stepped forward and untied her restraints.

The second the ropes fell away, Ding Jia whipped her hand out—smack!—slapping Tattooed Arm hard across the face.

The blow made his vision swim.

Tattooed Arm froze. Everyone else in the room stood dumbfounded.

“You piece of shit!! I saw the alien! If it weren’t for you, my mom wouldn’t be dead! I’ll fucking kill you!!”

Ding Jia lunged at him like a rabid dog, violently biting and clawing.

“Someone shut that bitch up!!” a voice hissed from the shadows.

“You motherfucker, you already got two of us killed! I untie you and you pull this shit?!”

Enraged, Tattooed Arm violently hurled Ding Jia to the floor and drew his foot back to stomp her face in.

His boot froze in mid-air.

Every head in the room swiveled toward the back of the building.

A moment ago, there had been a sound… the sharp crash of shattering glass. A window upstairs had inexplicably broken.

Tattooed Arm swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the staircase.

Before long, the steady rhythm of footsteps echoed clearly in the ears of the survivors.

At the top of the stairwell, four figures emerged from the gloom, descending the steps.

Three women and one man.

One of the women was breathtakingly gorgeous, her clothes immaculate. Another looked entirely average, yet radiated a bizarre, intoxicating charm.

The man was a towering giant with impossibly broad shoulders and a violently feral face.

As for the little girl… she looked like a normal five-year-old, except her tiny fingers were constantly stroking a grotesque, palm-sized insect.

Seeing they weren’t Zombies, a collective sigh of relief washed over the room.

Yet, a creeping sense of wrongness lingered.

These four didn’t look like they were surviving an apocalypse. Their clothes were pristine, their complexions flush and healthy.

The skinny thug crawled across the floor, pressing himself against Tattooed Arm’s boots. Tears of manic desperation pricked his eyes. “Boss… we’re dead meat anyway! But these two broads are Top Grade! One for you, one for me! I can’t take it anymore, I just wanna get laid one last time. I’m already rock hard! Let’s just fuck ’em and die!”

Tattooed Arm’s face contorted. Shameful as it was, he was pitching a tent too.

Surrounded by death and rotting flesh, his lizard brain had somehow hijacked his body.

And it wasn’t even the gorgeous one doing it to him—it was the fiercely average-looking woman beside her.

She oozed some kind of dark, twisted magic…

“Alien… where is this alien?” the towering man asked, his voice cutting through the tension as he looked at Ding Jia.

“Keep your damn voice down! What kind of bullshit question is that?” Tattooed Arm growled. “Where the hell did you freaks pop out from?”

Ignoring him, the man kept walking forward. Ding Jia panicked and blurted, “It’s the truth, there really is an alien! I saw him! He was with a little girl, and they knew the apocalypse was coming! They’re here to save us, they just drove past!”

The man stopped, glancing back at the three women.

The gorgeous woman sauntered down the steps. “Oh?” she purred, her lips curling into a seductive smile. “And do you know where he went?”

“He… he should live in the Talent Residential Community, but I don’t know if he’s still there.”

“I’m fucking talking to you! Are you deaf—”

Tattooed Arm didn’t finish. His head simply exploded, a wet eruption of bone and grey matter painting the walls.

The giant man slowly retracted his fist, casually flicking the sticky plasma from his knuckles.

The sheer suddenness of the gore sucked the oxygen from the room. Everyone froze in abject terror.

A second later, a woman began to scream.

The gorgeous woman casually pointed a finger through the air, completely obliterating the screamer’s throat.

“Whoever screams, dies next.”

The room went graveyard silent. People collapsed to the floor, their bodies turning to jelly as they wept in silent, absolute despair.

These weren’t survivors. They were monsters—infinitely more terrifying than any Zombie. Why were humans slaughtering humans?

Calm returned to the bloody room. The quartet circled Ding Jia like vultures.

“Tell us everything about this little girl and the alien,” the man ordered softly. “Spare no detail.”

Ding Jia stared at them with wide, dead eyes, her body violently shaking.

“W-Why…?”

“Speak quickly if you want to keep breathing.” The man leaned down, gently wiping a tear from her cheek with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“I-I’ll tell you…” Between stuttering gasps, Ding Jia spilled the entire story.

The four monsters exchanged a meaningful look.

“Hmm… how interesting. Those two sound incredibly nutritious,” the little girl giggled. “That driver from earlier… I could taste his scent on the air. So strong, so sweet! A thousand ordinary meat-bags couldn’t compare to him!”

“Should we hit the Talent Residential Community right now? I know the place. It’s barely two miles away.”

“Ugh… too far. Let’s scrub this area clean before we move out,” the man mused.

“Suit yourself, but if I get antsy and go first, I’m not waiting up.”

“I wanna go too!”

They casually debated their plans, entirely ignoring the terrified livestock surrounding them.

A few minutes later, the little girl pointed a chubby finger at Ding Jia. “We’re done asking questions. You guys don’t want this one, right?”

Silence was her answer. The little girl flashed a radiant smile and lovingly wrapped her arms around Ding Jia’s head.

Without warning, she unhinged her jaw and bit down, noisily slurping up brains and spinal fluid like a juice box.

Ding Jia’s eyes bulged from their sockets as her skull splintered. She slumped over, dead.

That was the starter pistol. The plain-looking woman blurred into motion, tearing into the crowd in a whirlwind of slaughter.

Every step she took was punctuated by geysers of blood and severed arteries.

Meanwhile, the gorgeous woman scooped the paralyzed, skinny thug off the floor, bringing her full, glossy red lips close to his face.

Piss soaked the skinny man’s trousers, pooling around his boots. Before he could squeak, her manicured hand plunged straight through his ribcage, crushing his heart, as her teeth effortlessly ripped out his Adam’s apple.

His hollowed-out corpse hit the floor like a sack of garbage.

The woman parted her blood-stained lips, fawning over the giant man as she displayed the chewed gristle resting on her tongue.

The giant grinned a terrible, jagged smile, clamping his mouth over hers to share the gruesome kiss.

Within minutes, the restaurant lobby was a slaughterhouse. Thick, dark blood varnished the tiles.

Monsters feasted. Bones snapped, meat tore, and two bodies writhed together in the pooling gore, lost in an ecstasy of violence.

Inside a pitch-black stairwell across town, Su Jin bolted up the steps, his breathing measured and tight.

Against all odds, two mutated Zombies had managed to track him down.

Thankfully, the suffocating darkness of the stairwell played to his advantage, nullifying their speed.

Leveraging his superior agility, he had swiftly turned the tables and dispatched both freaks.

Down on the street, that damn car horn was still blaring. It was pulling in every walking corpse in the district. Another ten minutes, and the vehicle would be reduced to scrap metal.

He’d post up on the roof, catch some sun to recharge his stamina, and wait for midnight. Under the cover of darkness, sprinting back to the Talent Residential Community would be a breeze.

A cold, pragmatic smirk touched the corner of Su Jin’s lips.

This little field trip had been a logistical nightmare… but taking the KPIs into account, the net result was acceptable.

As long as Cheng Du and Fu Hu hadn’t managed to completely botch their end of the assignment, the mission was a success.

There really wasn’t much reason to worry about those two knuckleheads. They had the firepower, and their extraction route was mostly clear of hostiles.

He cleared the fifth floor. Just as his boot hit the landing for the sixth, all hell broke loose.

Su Jin’s fingertips had barely brushed against the heavy steel security door.

BOOM! An earth-shattering impact hit the metal, blasting the door right off its hinges.

Two hundred pounds of steel and ripped drywall slammed directly into Su Jin, sandwiching him violently against the opposite door.

Agony exploded through his ribs. White-hot stars danced in his vision as a mouthful of hot copper sprayed from his lips.

Pure survival instinct kicked in. He shoved the crushed steel off his chest, drew his sidearm in a fluid motion, and fired blind!

The muzzle flash illuminated the stairwell, finally revealing his attacker.

A colossal, steroid-pumped Zombie crammed into a ripped tank top and sweatpants. It was already squatting low, coiling its massive legs for a second charge.

Two 9mm rounds blossomed into black craters on the brute’s chest. It didn’t even blink.

The tank charged!

Su Jin dropped to the floor, violently kicking off the wall to slide straight through the bodybuilder Zombie’s legs and crash headfirst into the adjacent apartment…