The End of the World: Chaos

"I heard that someone outside wants to start a new business. Are you willing to join in?" A young man in a tattered jacket leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and asked casually.

"New business? What is that? Why are they summoning us?" Another disheveled thug asked with a raised eyebrow, looking slightly disdainful.

"He's a smuggler of pirated movies, and the profits are considerable." A hint of jealousy flashed in the young man's eyes, and he showed a bit of impatience as he puffed out smoke.

At this moment, the door was kicked open abruptly, and the Red Skull suddenly appeared in a black robe, his face gloomy, as if the haze covered the light. The gangsters looked at each other, fear welling up in their hearts.

"Dai...Dave!" One of them bravely and tremblingly recognized his identity.

"Silence!" The Red Skull's voice sounded like it came from hell, instantly tightening the hearts of the thugs. He approached them with firm steps, his movements were like those of a beast, and several thugs had no reaction and were subdued by him in an instant. With a few muffled sounds, everyone fell to the ground, and the painful wails pierced their eardrums.

"How dare you keep talking in front of me!" Red Skull turned around and scanned the thieves with a cold gaze. "Now, I have a few questions for you to answer."

Everyone was stunned and panicked. Only one person spoke tremblingly: "I...we were just having a little fight, we didn't mean any harm..."

"A small fight? Do you know who you are?" The Red Skull shouted angrily, with a cold light flashing in his hand, like a star in the night sky, chilling people's hearts. "I ask you, do you have ears?"

"We are just small thugs. We have no ill intentions!" Several other thugs tried to explain, their voices were as weak as ants and pale.

"Have evil intentions? You are so naive." The Red Skull sneered and approached step by step. The sharp blade in his hand slashed across the throat of a gangster. Blood spurted out like a fountain, making him pale in comparison.

The surroundings were suddenly still, and the gangsters were stunned. Only the blood flowing on the ground showed the bloody scene. Everyone was so frightened that they dared not breathe, and silently prayed that the Red Skull's eyes would not fall on them.

"In my eyes, you are nothing but ants. To save your life, tell me what I want to ask!" The Red Skull demanded, his eyes like scorching fire, forcing the gangsters to turn around and retreat, fearing that they would attract even greater killings.

"We...we are only responsible for transportation, it's not a big deal!" A gangster trembled and tried his best to muster up the courage to speak, "Those pirated goods were assigned by others, we really don't know the situation!"

"Is their assignment just a small matter?" Red Skull was slightly startled, as if thinking about something, with a sinister smile on his face. "Do you know who is the mastermind behind the transported goods?"

"We don't know, we really don't know..." The gangster's voice was trembling violently, and he kept shaking his head, as if trying to avoid the topic.

"You are so hopeless." The Red Skull shouted coldly. Before others could react, the blade cut across the throat of a gangster again. Blood splattered and the wall suddenly turned into an enchanting red.

"That's the answer I want! If you don't tell me, you will die a more miserable death!" The Red Skull's voice was like thunder, striking directly into the heart of every gangster, making people's hair stand on end.

"We heard... we heard that those goods were handled by someone..." Finally, a strong man in the tribe couldn't help but speak with trembling lips, his tone full of fear and uneasiness, "But we really don't know who is behind it."

"Operation? Interesting." The Red Skull raised his lips slightly, his smile was sinister, "Is this the information you guys are talking about?"

"Indeed! We...we can find out, please let us go!" Another gangster almost cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Let you go? Look at my hands!" The Red Skull smiled coldly, and then stabbed the blade into the palm of the gangster who resisted first. Blood spurted out, bright red like blooming petals, and the aroma of blood mixed with fear filled the air.

The gangsters looked panicked and desperate. Facing the ruthless judgment of the Red Skull, they were powerless to resist. The Red Skull was like an iron-blooded judge, forcing them to the brink of collapse one by one, with a cold and ruthless voice.

"Have you ever informed anyone? If you dare to betray me..." Before he finished speaking, a fierce light flashed in the Red Skull's eyes, and he swung the knife again.

"No, absolutely not!" At this moment, the gangsters lost their minds like headless flies. They denied and begged in unison, fearing that the Red Skull's wrath would fall on them.

"Very good, I like this cooperative attitude." Red Skull nodded with satisfaction, and then pressed on, "Now tell me, what power is behind you? Where do they get their goods from?"

The Red Skull asked a series of questions in succession, with great momentum, forcing the gangsters to reveal more information under his strong coercion. His goal became clearer and clearer, and the small groups behind the manipulation seemed to be gradually taking shape in front of him, and these small gangsters were just the first step for him to regain power.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense. The gangsters not only felt the approach of death, but also felt powerless to resist. The Red Skull was like a ruthless judge, arbitrarily determining their fate.

"That's enough. We have collected almost all the information." Red Skull wiped the remaining blood from his hands and smiled with satisfaction. "Next, you should think about your situation."