Purgatory

If one was forced to a dead end, one would fight back for survival.

The glass bottle mouth in the young girl's arms did not point at Grandma Wang or Chen Four, but at Song Ye in the end. It pointed towards her benefactor that tried to save her from this hell hole.

Just that, before the glass bottle could get near her, it was stopped in midair. Song Ye's voice was cold and clear in the night, with no emotions at all. "Do you think you can hurt me like this?" Her questioning tone was sarcastic, and the coldness in her voice was like the aura of a grim reaper wrapping the young lady rapidly.

The young lady's body tensed up, and she could just imagine the feeling of a bullet running across her head the next second. Under her intense anxiety, she suddenly flung her hands and walked backward in fear as she screamed, "It's her! This is the woman that brought troubles to the village! You can't let her go out alive! If she exposes the village's secret, everyone will die together!"

This was the base for human trafficking, and every household was a part of this, earning money to provide for themselves by lying and tricking these young women. If this thing failed and the abandoned corpses at the back of the mountain were discovered, none of them could walk out of the place alive.

People, who often walk by the river, would always have the fear of dying in their hearts.

"Yes, we can't let her expose us…" Someone muttered and stood up first.

Then, there was a second… then, a third…

The few hundred villagers… no matter if they were injured men or weak elderly, they all surrounded her and stared deadly at Song Ye. Under the fire, their faces looked like they were devils who just climbed out of hell.

"We can't let her go out; she'll expose us!"

"Yes, we must kill her…"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

…

The rising voice reverberated throughout the mountain valley as if it was a chant. When everyone was busy protecting their own lives, committing a crime was just a means for survival.

Song Ye looked at the disgusting faces of the people in front, and her eyebrows were filled with ice.

She frowned and exhaled loudly. "Ha, I wasn't thinking of letting you off."

If she could forgive these scumbags, then the young women trapped in the basements all day long would be too pitiful.

"Everyone, don't be scared of her. She only has one gun and can only shoot ten bullets. We have so many people; she can't walk out alive! Everyone, let's charge!" People said many hands would make light work, and there was strength in unity. When this kind of strength was used in committing bad deeds, it would be effective.

What a pity, they found the wrong experimental target.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The long finger spun in the air as if she had carelessly pulled the trigger thrice. The three people closest to her did not even see her actions properly; their heart went cold, and their entire selves had lost consciousness.

She took away three lives just by raising her hand; her killing methods were harsh and precise and were of a true killer who killed without blinking.

This harsh and precise method made the villagers, who had gone crazy, start to panic and retreat.

Song Ye held the gun in her hands as if it was her favorite toy. Even if her body was not fit enough and the recoil of the gun made her arms numb, her decade-long gun experience allowed her to shoot with her eyes close. Besides, she was facing a group of villagers.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Facing all their petrified eyes, she did not pause unnecessarily and had shot all ten bullets. As fast as lightning, she reloaded the gun. All the weapons were found in the straw houses. She had kept all the boxes of firearms into her space and was even counted to have taken too little.

The villagers completely could not see where her bullets came from, and at this time, they had no heart to investigate.

As the gun sounded, everyone was scared beyond their wits and was petrified that they would be the next corpse. All of them fought to retreat and were all shot down in the next second.

In the end, the entire place was only left with old people and weak women.

Song Ye had no interest in dealing with them. As she stepped on the bloodbath and corpses, she calmly walked to the young lady.

The young lady's hands were filled with blood, and she looked horrified. When she saw the black boots approaching, her shaky voice started begging for mercy. "Please, I'm begging you. Don't kill me. I know I'm wrong… I'm wrong… please don't kill me." When she said this, the tears on her face dropped uncontrollably.

The weak young lady crept to her feet and begged painfully. Anyone would pity her when they saw the scene, but to a ruthless killer, pity was the first thing a killer had to learn to get rid of. Hence, Song Ye did not show any mercy. "Too late."

Bang! She ended a flower's life. Song Ye lowered her eyes and did not look at the corpses all over the village. This was her habit of many years; she would not look back at the bloody scene.

Zoom! Someone released a signal bomb from far away, and the white smoke left its mark in the dark sky.

Song Ye raised her head to identify it. Her heart sank as she hurriedly ran towards the forest.

The village was hidden deep in the mountains. Who sent the signal and called the military over?

Song Ye ran madly in the forest as she kept thinking of the reason behind it and finally locked it on Chen Four.

In the end—just like what she expected, Chen Four had escaped from prison and was chased by the police all the way into the mountains, allowing them to discover the gun battle.

Just that, Song Ye did not know the person who followed her and stepped into the purgatory was Qin Zhan. The reason why Qin Zhan would hear the news and check until this place was because Song Ye had left traces behind after she hacked into the official system to make a fake identity.

After he received the news about a human traffickers' base with many people and firearms, the police had invited them to help; but he did not expect to see this scene.

"Major, a total of eighty-nine people died, and they are all male with weapons. They were shot by one deadly bullet, right in the center of their brows. Judging from the technique, it's a professional killer." After counting the scene, the soldier reported to his superiors. Even the trained and qualified soldier felt uncomfortable at this bloodbath.

"Mm." Qin Zhan wore his military suit and buttoned his last button meticulously; even the material of the clothes was like his straight face, which did not have any changes or emotions. He stood in the middle of the corpses coldly like a frozen statue in the middle of the night. After some time, he walked towards a middle-aged woman and asked, "Did you see the person's face?"

The woman was frightened until her body kept shaking and could not seem to recover her senses. "Yes, yes I did. He was wearing black pants and boots and was holding… a gun in his hands. He killed everyone. Bang, bang. Killed people. He's very young, good-looking. He's a… a… chi… child…"

Child? Qin Zhan's statue-like face revealed a bit of emotion as his eyebrows knitted tightly together.

This marksmen technique of shooting bullseye and method of killing a hundred people… she actually said that the other party was a child?