Chapter Forty-Six: Assassination in the Dark

Xiao Mo was initially surprised by Mu Qingrong's appearance, but he did not comment on it. Instead, he said to Mu Qingyu, "Those people seem to be planning to stay here for a long time."

"They not only cleaned their own house, but also several nearby rooms, and it seems they found quite a few supplies there. With supplies, they can stay longer," Xiao Mo reported on the results of her observations throughout the day.

"Moreover, they brought two large trucks with them when they came. They were hidden outside the village during the day yesterday, and they drove into the village last night and parked outside that yard."

“Right now, they’ve assigned two people to keep watch. One at the gate of the courtyard, and the other on the roof. The man who fell and was injured seems to be seriously wounded and has been lying in bed. The rest of the people…” Xiao Mo gritted her teeth as she spoke of the others, clearly finding the situation difficult to discuss.

But the Mu siblings were all staring at him, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "The man who was leading the group... he... he was in the house with that woman and two children... they were..." Xiao Mo really couldn't continue.

The remaining child, the one who had been left crying at the door during the day, might have also… had he not been so young…

What happened in that room shattered his worldview.

Xiao Mo believes his life has been filled with hardship and unfair fate, and he has experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships. He also feels he has encountered many bad people and suffered much scorn and discrimination. But—he never knew that there are actually many people in this world living in hell… Compared to that, what are his hardships and experiences?

The events that happened in that room and with that group of people have profoundly impacted Xiao Mo's understanding of the world.

Mu Qingrong was still a little confused about what Xiao Mo was talking about. In his mind, a man and a woman with two children sharing a room simply meant that the parents and children were resting together at night. So he didn't know where Xiao Mo's gritted teeth came from.

But Mu Qingyu understood in an instant. She didn't have many emotions. She had used up all those feelings—shock, anger, pity—in her past life.

So, after Xiao Mo finished explaining the situation, Mu Qingyu quickly made a decision: "Let's make our move tonight. The longer we drag this out, the harder it will be to kill them. I can take care of the people at the gate first. Xiao Rong, use the drone to take care of the one on the roof!"

"Once we're inside, I'll deal with the people in the room. Xiao Rong, you take the crossbow and help if you can; if you can't, run. If I can't beat them, I'll run away too, and we'll meet up at home. If we can, we'll kill them all!" Mu Qingyu said calmly.

The situation is currently favorable. The two people outside can be easily dealt with, and with one-on-one combat and the element of surprise, Mu Qingyu can easily win. The man named Dacheng is injured and temporarily incapacitated, meaning she can deal with one less fighter.

The man and woman leading the group wouldn't react as quickly as usual while they were doing those things. This would give Mu Qingyu time to approach the house first and strike first.

"What about the three children?" Xiao Mo asked Mu Qingyu with a troubled expression.

Actually, Mu Qingrong wanted to ask this question too, but he didn't dare. He was afraid his sister would think he was indecisive and overly compassionate. He still remembered that back when there was still internet, the most common phrase among the members of his "Apocalypse Mutual Aid Group" was "Kill the saintly figures first in the apocalypse."

Mu Qingyu sighed. Instead of answering Xiao Mo directly, she said to Mu Qingrong, "Xiao Rong, when I'm fighting, I need you to keep an eye on people outside the battle. If anyone is in danger to me, you need to shoot them without hesitation, no matter who they are! I'm entrusting my back to you!"

Mu Qingyu's words were veiled, but Mu Qingrong understood instantly: anything that posed a threat to Mu Qingyu in battle, whether an adult or... a child...

But Mu Qingyu's meaning was also very clear: if those children didn't participate in the battle, Mu Qingyu didn't want them dead either.

Xiao Mo is so clever; she obviously understood.

Before setting off, Mu Qingyu gave Xiao Mo a walkie-talkie: "This is something I bought to play with before the apocalypse. Xiao Mo has modified it a bit. But its range is still limited, so you still need to come with us and find a nearby house to hide in. You can use the walkie-talkie to report the latest movements of those people to us."

Knowing he was going too, Xiao Mo didn't hesitate at all. He took the walkie-talkie, and the three of them tested the call. After confirming it was working, they put their walkie-talkies away, grabbed their gear, and set off.

As they neared the end of the village, Mu Qingyu found a house for Xiao Mo to hide in. She and Mu Qingrong continued on their way.

The houses of those people were easy to find, and the two large trucks outside were quite conspicuous. A person was sitting on the roof, able to see the trucks and overlook the entire yard.

The person on the roof was another bald man. This time, his gaze was no longer scanning the surroundings; instead, he was lying prone on the roof, his ear pressed against the tiles, carefully listening to the sounds coming from the rooms below…

He licked his lips, a mixture of excitement and envy on his face, completely unaware of the faint buzzing sound approaching.

"Damn it." The commotion inside intensified, and the bald man spat in frustration. Before he could even utter a muffled complaint, he heard a "plop—crack—" sound. The bald man even felt the sound was somewhat familiar, and then excruciating pain assaulted his consciousness…

Before the bald man could even scream, he lay motionless on the roof in his original position—a sharp arrow had pierced his temple.

Mu Qingrong's palms were sweaty as he held the tablet. He didn't know he could shoot so accurately; he felt a mix of nervousness, excitement, and indescribable emotions...

Mu Qingyu didn't delay. After the slight sound, she jumped down from the wall. She originally thought that fighting a strong man would definitely take some effort and make some noise, but who knew that the man at the door was just dozing off!

He was still unconscious when Mu Qingyu jumped down, and Mu Qingyu pierced his heart with a military dagger.

It wasn't until Mu Qingyu drew her military dagger and ran towards the occupied house that the man's eyes widened and he fell straight down.

The old wooden door was easily kicked open by Mu Qingyu. The room wasn't completely dark; they had an emergency light on. Mu Qingyu immediately lunged at the largest figure on the bed.

Originally thinking that she could hit him with one blow, the man rolled away and dodged, then grabbed a child and threw him at Mu Qingyu.