Chen Yuanyuan and Shen Yichen seized the time, took out the loudspeakers from the space, and rushed to the open space between the two buildings with Dewey's head.
Along the way, Chen Yuanyuan did not forget to ask Shen Yichen to contact Liu Feiyang to inform them of the good news of Dewey's death.
When I stepped out of Building 6 and looked up, I saw that the fire was still stuck on the second floor, and there were bursts of crashes and shouts from inside the building.
Although there are many people in Building 6, the residents in Building 2 are also holding on to their homes. It is estimated that the people in Building 6 did not expect that Building 2 would be a tough nut to crack.
Chen Yuanyuan clicked on the recording function and shouted:
"Dewey, the mastermind of Building Six, has been killed. If he doesn't surrender, he will be shot to death!"
Seeing that the impact was minimal, Chen Yuanyuan handed the loudspeaker to Shen Yichen to play again, then took out a whistle and blew it hard.
The noise in the building gradually became calmer, and many people stretched their heads to look outside.
Chen Yuanyuan held up Dewey's head, and the sound of the trumpet kept repeating.
"Dewey, the mastermind of Building Six, has been killed. If he doesn't surrender, he will be shot to death!"
"Dewey, the mastermind of Building Six, has been killed. If he doesn't surrender, he will be shot to death!"
Building No. 2 was invaded and caused a commotion in Splendid Garden. People in other buildings had already gotten up and watched the fire from across the bank. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were looking in the direction of the sound in the darkness, but it was too dark to see what was going on.
Suddenly, a burst of dazzling bright light hit Chen Yuanyuan. After Chen Yuanyuan reached out to block it, Zhang Linlin's voice came from Shen Yichen's walkie-talkie.
"Yuanyuan, let me give you a light!" Zhang Linlin said.
"You're blinding me, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Chen Yuanyuan complained.
"I'm a little slow, aren't I? You want to find Yuanyuan? Wait, Yuanyuan, Vice Chairman Fang wants to say a few words to you." Zhang Linlin said.
"Okay, let him talk." Chen Yuanyuan said.
After a few seconds, Vice Chairman Fang's voice came from the intercom.
Dewey's followers in Building 6 were immediately demoralized when they learned that Dewey was dead. Many people immediately wanted to escape, but were blocked on the third floor by the residents of Building 4 who came to support from behind.
And a few particularly devout believers even wiped their necks and followed Dewey.
Others wanted to fight to the death, but were seriously injured and completely lost their mobility.
"What are you going to do with those who surrender?" Vice Chairman Fang asked.
"Tie up all the attackers and we'll come up now." Chen Yuanyuan said.
After Chen Yuanyuan and Shen Yichen returned to Building 2, when they passed by the first floor, the ground was covered with blood, and there were many slash marks on the walls, which showed how tragic the situation was at that time.
On the third floor, the residents of Building 2 were tying up the intruders from Building 6 one by one. The residents acted roughly as if they wanted to express their anger on them.
"Miss Chen, you are back!" As soon as Vice Chairman Fang saw Chen Yuanyuan and Shen Yichen carrying their heads, he immediately stopped what he was doing and came forward to offer condolences.
"Show these people how their boss died." Chen Yuanyuan directly threw Dewey's head to Vice Chairman Fang. Vice Chairman Fang was unable to react before the head fell to the ground.
"Boss!" Dewey's devout followers among the prisoners couldn't help shouting after seeing Dewey's face clearly.
"Where are the others on the twelfth floor?" Chen Yuanyuan glanced and did not see He Yuehua and Zhang Linlin.
"They are all treating the wounded on the fourth floor."
Chen Yuanyuan hurried to the fourth floor before Vice Chairman Fang finished speaking.
I only heard Zhang Linlin and Liu Feiyang talking tonight, and I don't know how He Yuehua is doing.
After arriving on the fourth floor, the environment was obviously much better than the damp and cold third floor. A warm bonfire was burning, and under the shadow of the fire, I saw about twenty wounded people spread out everywhere, with thick blankets wrapped around them.
I saw He Yuehua doing her best to treat the wounded. He Yuehua concentrated on suturing the wound of a teenager who had a stab wound on his thigh, while Grandma He and Chu Man were responsible for bandaging the injured person who He Yuehua had sutured.
There were also a few unfamiliar faces among the wounded, and Chen Yuanyuan guessed they were personnel from Building 4 who came to assist.
Zhang Linlin was also bandaging Liu Feiyang's injured arm.
"Liu Feiyang, are you okay?" Chen Yuanyuan stepped forward and asked when she saw Liu Feiyang was injured.
"It's nothing serious, it's just a small cut. Ah Hua just sewed four stitches for me, and Linlin simply bandaged it." Liu Feiyang said easily.
Although four stitches were not many, Chen Yuanyuan knew that the wound to be stitched was definitely not shallow. However, in the face of a fighting scene in a confined space, being able to save one's life was a great blessing among misfortunes.
Shen Yichen was not idle when he saw this, and stepped forward to get some medical supplies to help some of the wounded stop the bleeding.
"Are you the one who killed Dewey?" Someone suddenly asked.
I saw a young man with delicate features and his wrists wrapped around him, and he walked forward with a young man with the same appearance and a circle of gauze around his head.
The two young twins were handsome, but unfortunately the young man in front had a scar on his brow, which completely disfigured his appearance.
"Yes, is something wrong?" Chen Yuanyuan saw an unfamiliar face. Even though he guessed that it was the support from Building 4, Chen Yuanyuan was still wary when facing an unfamiliar person.
With a pop, the two young men knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Yuanyuan.
"Ah? You guys get up first!" Chen Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately stepped forward to help the young man in front of him.
The young man raised his red forehead, looked at Chen Yuanyuan with red eyes and said:
"Our mother and sister were captured by Dewey and taken to Building 6 and nowhere to be found. We saw our sister's head the day before yesterday."
"Mom, I guess you killed Dewey to avenge our murder. We have no way to retaliate. From now on, we will do whatever you want!" The young man behind raised his head and continued.
"You don't have to do this. Dewey committed a crime and we just killed him to get rid of the trouble." Chen Yuanyuan was not someone who wanted to repay a favor, not to mention that killing Dewey was also for the sake of future peace.
"No matter what the reason is, you are our benefactor!" the man behind insisted.
Chen Yuanyuan remembered that Building No. 4 was also next to Building No. 6. It seemed that the residents of Building No. 4 had also suffered a lot from Dewey.
"There are still seven or eight survivors on the fifth floor of Building 6. Why don't you go take a look, maybe your mother?" Chen Yuanyuan was not good at dealing with this kind of scene. Thinking that no one had settled the mentally disturbed people on the fifth floor, she Want to get rid of them.
"Are there really any survivors?" the disfigured young man in front asked with hope in his eyes.
"Yes, but I'm not sure who it is. Their mental condition is not very good." Chen Yuanyuan said.
"I'm Pan Zhaofa, and this is my brother Pan Zhaoli. Let's go take a look first, and then come visit you later." said Pan Fa, a young man with a scar on his brow.
Shen Yichen, who was taking care of the wounded on the side, immediately raised an eyebrow when he heard their names, and he didn't know what he thought of.
After the young twins thanked Chen Yuanyuan again and again, they both left.
Some of the slightly injured people who had their wounds treated volunteered to follow the twin brothers to Building 6 when they heard that there were survivors.
(End of chapter)
