Apocalypse King System
Chapter 71 71: Morningstar Building [2]

But now, in the apocalypse, her proud abilities were useless here. In fact, in order to obtain food and water that were worthless in normal times, she had to endure being forcibly violated by a man on the bed, just to avoid starving to death.

"Hahaha... Beauty, I've arrived~" Earl, who had been aroused by Teri, returned to the room and pounced on the woman's delicate body. A trace of sadness and pain flashed in the woman's eyes as she silently endured...

Derick continued on his way and quickly reached the entrance of the Morningstar Building. The once bustling and glamorous place was now covered in bloodstains and desolation.

Several large counters blocked the entrance of the department store, and all the passages were sealed off. Outside, hordes of zombies gathered, roaring and growling.

With a quick scan, Derick estimated that there were at least a hundred zombies surrounding the entrance of the building, not to mention the ones in other directions. The building had become an isolated island, with no one able to come out or provide rescue.

As a precaution, no one lived below the third floor of the Morningstar Building. Fearful of sudden zombie attacks, everyone stayed on the third floor or above, and the staircases leading downward were all blocked.

Although Earl was ruthless, he was not stupid. In addition to ensuring an ample food supply, he left the disposal of women he didn't fancy to his subordinates. Thus, under the temptations of beauty and the intimidation of force, the entire base remained relatively calm.

Derick didn't enter through the main entrance but climbed into the fourth floor through a ventilation duct and jumped in through a window.

The interior of the building was in disarray, with various shops and clothing stores in ruins. The tables and cabinets were overturned everywhere, a testament to the chaos that occurred when the apocalypse struck.

At the staircase leading to the fourth floor, two henchmen were guarding it, gathered together playing cards. Empty bottles of liquor stood nearby. "Hahaha... I won, I won! Give me a cigarette," one of the thugs waved his hand at the man across from him, but the man remained frozen.

"Hey, what the hell? Don't you dare cheat, acting dumb won't save you," the victorious man said with some displeasure.

The other man didn't respond. Following his gaze, the man saw Derick standing behind him and was instantly startled. He stood up abruptly, "Holy shit, who the hell are you? Where did you come from?"

The two of them knew very well that no one lived below the third floor, fearing that the zombies would break through the main door. They were guarding the staircase leading to the fourth floor, so where did this man suddenly appear from? Was he a ghost?

After glancing at Derick, who appeared visibly thin and had no weapons in his hands, the two men let out a sigh of relief. Their tone became arrogant, "Kid, where did you come from? Can you fly or something?"

The two men approached Derick, and one of them even casually put his hand on Derick's shoulder, his tone clearly unfriendly.

"Not talking? Are you dumb or something?" The other man looked at his companion, feeling puzzled.

Derick furrowed his brow, reached out his hand, and grabbed the man's arm that was resting on his shoulder. With a gentle twist, the man's arm was twisted like a pretzel, causing him to scream in agony and kneel on the ground.

"Ahh... you fucking asked for it!" The other man, witnessing his teammate being attacked, charged at Derick, but he was kicked out by Derick with great force, flying backward and landing on the ground, writhing in pain while clutching his stomach.

"Answer me. How many people are inside this building? Who's in control now? What weapons do they have?" Derick asked the thug whose arm he had twisted.

"Ah... you bastard, let go of my hand! You're dead!" the thug gritted his teeth and yelled.

"Sigh, I tried to talk nicely with you, but you wouldn't listen..." Derick shook his head, stood up, and stepped on the thug's arm, breaking it. The thug screamed in agony and passed out.

"What about you? Can you answer me?" Derick turned to the other thug who had been kicked to the ground. Terrified, he nodded frantically. Although they were both small-time thugs who had bullied and oppressed others, encountering someone who silently broke a person's arm without saying a word was a first for them.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! There are less than a hundred people in the building now. The leader is a mob boss named Earl. He has a smuggled handgun, and a few of his henchmen carry modified nail guns. They reside on the 17th floor of the building..." Without waiting for Derick to ask further, the thug spilled all the details about their boss.

"Alright, thanks..." Derick impatiently listened and, with a disdainful look, sent the two thugs on their way, much to their horror.

Bang... Derick kicked open the door of a room on the fourth floor. The naked man inside hadn't even had a chance to curse before Derick swiftly severed his head with a knife. The woman in the room screamed in terror, and the entire corridor heard it.

"What the fuck was that sound?"

"What the hell are you wailing about?" Two or three men rushed out of nearby rooms, wondering about the commotion. When they saw Derick in the corridor, they froze. They had never seen this man before.

Derick didn't waste any words. When it came to taking action, he wouldn't waste time. He quickly attacked, beheading the men closest to him. The others, who were further away, were so frightened that they ran upstairs...

Before long, on the 17th floor of the building, in Earl's room, a subordinate suddenly burst in, shouting frantically, "Bad news, boss! Someone is attacking from downstairs..."

"Fuck, can't you knock on the door?" Earl, who was in the midst of his act, was startled. The thing below instantly went limp, and Earl grabbed an ashtray and smashed it on the head of his subordinate.

The subordinate, with his head bleeding from the impact, didn't dare say much. He shouted fearfully, "Boss, there's a man who has made his way up here, and many of our brothers are dead!"

Earl quickly put on his clothes and grumbled as he walked out of the room. "How many people are there on the other side? Do they have any firearms?"

"No, it's just one person. He's carrying a long knife..." the subordinate explained hurriedly.

"One person with a long knife? And you guys couldn't handle him? How useless can you be to not be able to stop him even with a firearm?" Earl said with some disdain. As a precaution, he had most of his men guarding the lower floors so that even if the zombies broke in, there would be time to evacuate.

As for his own residence, apart from the women, there were hardly any other people. Earl didn't trust anyone, especially when he only had one handgun. It took him more than ten minutes to receive the news of Derick's intrusion.

"It's not that, boss. That guy is incredibly strong. Our brothers died as soon as they confronted him. They couldn't stand a chance..." the subordinate said, feeling somewhat wronged.

"They died as soon as they confronted him? It's just that you guys are worthless. Even if he's strong, could he have withstood a gunshot?" Earl said contemptuously. As a precaution, he took his only handgun and headed downstairs.

However, the further he went down, the more Earl felt that something was off. At first, there were shouts of anger and screams coming from below, but suddenly everything became quiet, as if everyone had been wiped out.

At the elevator on the tenth floor, several men were lying on the ground, some with severed limbs, others with severed heads. Some had their entire bodies impaled on the wall by steel pipes, their heads pierced through, in a gruesome sight.

At the staircase on the tenth floor, three men held nail guns, while a few other subordinates wielded knives and daggers. Not far away, Derick was extracting his long knife from the body of a man.

"Hehe, quite a formation you have here. Is this your way of welcoming me?" Derick smirked, sending shivers down the spines of the men across from him. Despite their greater numbers and modified nail guns, they couldn't help but find the man in front of them terrifying.

As he made his way up from downstairs, dozens of his brothers had died at his hands, each dying at first contact, barely lasting half a minute. Even when they attacked together, the result was the same. He was like a god of slaughter.

"I don't know why you're here, but if there's anything you need, as long as it's within our capabilities, there won't be any problem," one of the men in the middle trembled as he spoke. He was one of Earl's trusted henchmen and usually a ruthless and vicious person. However, faced with Derick, he was drenched in cold sweat and spoke with a low and subservient voice.