After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 474

Chapter 474: Flow of Blood (Part 2)
Micheal stared and then looked at his people who were in despair.

Gingo watched as the former calm man’s eyes turned red and he then turned his head in a direction and nodded, signaling for the next move to stab the nail on the head.

A second later, a young girl’s screams echoed. “DADDYYYY!”

They took a little girl and pulled her to the open space in the middle, pointing a gun right at her head.

“LILY! LILYYY! STOP IT!” A bloodied man yelled as he dragged himself to where his daughter was. It was one of his few surviving guards—Bruce, a former policeman—and the girl they were taking hostage was his nine-year-old daughter Lily.

“PLEASE! LET HER GO!” The man yelled, trying to get to his daughter.

His arm was bloody and unusable at this time though, so he was held back by Artie. The younger lad pulled him back and held out his weapon, ready to fight.

“Gingo! Stop it! Lily is just a little girl!” He yelled, trying to reason out with them. “She called you cool uncle! Don’t you remember?”

However, Ging just rolled his eyes and raised his gun.

“BANG!”

Artie fell, shot right in the head. To think just the night prior, they were still drinking together.

“ARTIEEE!!”

The people gaped in shock as one of them fell to the ground, lifeless.

“I’ll give you!” Micheal yelled, tears forming, “Just stop it!”

Gingo smiled and Micheal heaved a deep breath, realizing his mistakes. He forced himself to calm down, knowing that losing his cool now would only mess him up even more.

Micheal heaved a deep breath. “I’ll give you all my money—but you must sign a contract not to harm any more people as long as they stay in the territory. As for me, I will leave and you must let me leave.”

Gingo arrogantly patted the gun on his shoulder. “Now, what makes you think I’ll even negotiate with you?”

“Because I will destroy the token otherwise!” Micheal said, a determined light shining in his eyes. He then turned and looked at the camera. It was one of the newer models that could get charged with the sun.

Their lord didn’t want to bother going, but he certainly wanted to watch the chaos his men made.

“You won’t get anything,” he said directly to the lens. He knew it was recorded and not a live feed. He just wanted to get the message across.

The token wasn’t indestructible. There was a chance Micheal would destroy it if it meant not giving it to him. With that bastard Juno guarding him so closely, they may not be able to stop him at all.

Juno raised his weapon, making his point.

Gingo frowned. That damned rule that kept their strong forces outside was seriously inconvenient.

However, he wasn’t one to compromise so easily. He rose up so high in the organization because of his ‘negotiation’ skills.

He then looked next to him and several guns were pointed at several citizens, enticing their screams.

Using this time, Micheal lifted a little sphere, refusing to show any more weaknesses than he already had. It was already a mistake that he did, and that put him on the losing end of this deal.

“It’s a bomb,” he said, “Altera gifted each of us one each, for emergencies.”

Just a few days back, when her people were roaming around, Ansel went to him.

At the time, he did mention Fargo, but they visited Vismont so his efforts investigating weren’t that focused.

Ansel left them 1 bomb as a gift, though he specifically told them they wouldn’t sell anymore to outsiders in the future.

Micheal was just thankful at the time, even more so right now.

Regardless, the word bomb sent alarm bells to everyone.

“Is it real?”

“If it’s from Altera, it could be.”

“Damn. I wonder how the others are investigating.”

Gingo narrowed his eyes and then glared at the bomb, before nodding.

They guided Micheal to the Territory village, signing the so-called contract and Gingo looked at the lord token greedily.

Unfortunately, Fargo’s man was there and took it from him. “You’re only the housekeeper. Don’t forget it.”

Gingo sneered, “Of course I do,” he said, handing it over, but his eyes couldn’t help but stay on it a bit longer.

…

Sandra watched all this chaos from a safe distance, smiling.

She felt proud, knowing she had major contributions to this. She was the person who poisoned the wells. They found out from their sources that the well itself may have had a self-cleaning function, but the pails did not, and they had taken advantage of this loophole.

It was she who gathered plenty of poisonous plants outside. Or rather, organized it.

She had seduced someone who knew about plants to unknowingly help her with her plans. She also hired people to secretly pick them up, though for the most part, she didn’t tell them the plants were poisonous. As for how it affected these pickers, that was not her concern.

Anyway, this helped them minimize their losses and she knew she’d definitely be rewarded. Even if they didn’t have the token in their hands, this whole place was basically theirs!

That meant that she would become the legitimate queen of this place! Even more than Althea, who was a mere elder!

Finally!

Her daydreaming was cut short by a yell right below her.

“BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

She turned her head to see a man sobbing over the corpse of his one-armed friend. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO SPIKE?!” Ron yelled, sobbing.

“That’s what you get for annoying me so much.”

“Bitch!” He yelled, bravely looking at her through the nozzle of the gun.

The young man, heavily bleeding and in pain, knew very well no one would come to rescue them this time.

So he could only look at the woman in the eye, uttering the insult he knew would affect her the most.

“You will NEVER compare to her!!” he yelled, intent on having the last word.

Bang!!

Sandra’s eyes turned red, not satisfied with killing him. She shot him several more times, his body flinching in the small explosions.

Her eyes turned red as she looked at the corpse.

Liar!!