Open Fire!
“You! I’m Tom Cruise! If you dare lay a finger on me, I swear the National Guard will hunt you down! Make me kneel to you? Fat chance!”
Tom Cruise glared at Xiao Yi in fury, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles whitened.
Kneel? A global superstar like him, groveling before some lowly Chinese man? Impossible! This was America! Los Angeles! How dare a Chinese punk humiliate a Hollywood icon like this?! It was an insult to the holy God himself!
“Sir, what happened before... we didn’t mean it. You know how it was—if we’d opened the door, not just you but the zombies would’ve poured in too! Better one dead than three, right? And look, you made it back alive. It’s all in the past now! I promise, nothing like that will ever happen again!”
Nicole Kidman pressed one hand over the slick, tender slit between her long, slender legs and cradled her snowy, perky breasts with the other. She stepped forward with a fawning smile, her face full of appeasement. “Please don’t do anything rash. Sure, zombies are everywhere now, but we heard on the car radio that the National Guard and military have mostly got things under control. They’ve set up a shelter in Los Angeles. They’ll send troops soon to rescue survivors, wipe out the zombies, and restore order. If you kill us in a moment of anger, when the Guard investigates... with our fame, you won’t escape punishment.”
“Exactly! Friend, we’re sorry about this mess, but I advise you not to act impulsively! From now on, we’ll get along, help each other out. When the Guard arrives, you can come with us to the shelter. You know, as an Asian, they might not save you on their own, but with us, you’ll get decent treatment. What happened was a misunderstanding. Starting today, you’re Tom Cruise’s friend! You Chinese all want to break into Hollywood, right? Once the apocalypse ends and order’s back, I guarantee we’ll be the best of pals. Hell, I can even get you roles in movies—fame and fortune, all yours!”
Tom Cruise swallowed his disgust, forcing a polite, gentlemanly smile as he chimed in.
In his mind, this Chinese kid wouldn’t dare pull the trigger. He knew plenty of Chinese stars dying to enter Hollywood—even the so-called “kings” back home fawned over him. The actresses? They’d seduce him outright for a shot at a role, crawling into his bed without hesitation.
Sure, Tom Cruise was always courteous on the surface, but deep down, he despised Chinese people.
“This is the apocalypse now. You two aren’t international superstars anymore—you’re just pathetic survivors!”
Xiao Yi’s lips curled into a cold sneer. “Killing you would be like swatting zombies outside. No consequences. No guilt.”
Even now, they thought they could bully him with their status! The Cruise couple still didn’t see him as a threat!
Fine. Today, he’d show them just how brutal the end times could be.
Bang!
The gunshot roared. The bullet’s impact at point-blank range flipped Tom Cruise onto the floor!
“Aaaahhh!!!”
Tom Cruise let out a piercing wail. The blast drew furious howls from the zombies outside—the security door and windows rattled with thuds and bangs.
Blood gushed from Tom Cruise’s calf, the muscle in the back of his leg shredded open, spraying flesh and gore across the ground.
“You... you actually shot...”
Nicole Kidman, who’d been playing it cool, panicked completely. Her face drained of color as she flailed helplessly, wanting to staunch the bleeding and bandage him but not knowing where to start. She could only stare, teary-eyed, at her pale, sweat-drenched husband writhing on the floor.
“If you want to live, tie him up!”
Xiao Yi tossed a rope to Nicole Kidman and pointed his gun at the howling man rolling in agony. “And gag that dog mouth of his. If he keeps screaming, I’ll toss him out to feed the zombies!”
Just as he’d said, staring at the miserable pair stirred no guilt in Xiao Yi—not even a flicker.
Instead, it brought a rush of vengeful pleasure... and a spark of conquest.
Especially watching the international superstar Nicole Kidman, naked as the day she was born, bent over on the floor struggling to bind her own husband.
From Xiao Yi’s angle, her snowy, tender ass was on full display—the plump cheeks framing glimpses of her pink chrysanthemum and juicy slit, mouthwatering.
A body no man could resist.
Maybe she was too panicked to remember her nudity... or maybe she did it on purpose.
Either way, Nicole Kidman made no move to cover her privates right now, giving Xiao Yi quite the eyeful.
“What... what do you want to let us go?”
After bandaging Tom Cruise’s wound and tying the now-unconscious man to a nearby pillar as ordered, Nicole Kidman finally cupped her privates and gazed at the coldly watching Xiao Yi with pitiable eyes.
Xiao Yi stowed the pistol in his Space Magic Cube, then hefted his Mo Dao and slowly approached Nicole Kidman…