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Lucian, on this side, was still hoping to hear so words of praise from Lara, not noticing that the sounds of fighting had long since ceased behind him.
And Vikram had already arrived behind him with silent steps.
He wasn’t in a hurry to act, but instead listened with a smile to Lucian’s fawning words.
At the sa ti, he glared at the other three, who had already noticed Vikram’s arrival, warning them not to make a sound.
"After those guys are dealt with by the Mutated Zombies, we’ll go loot their bodies. Any good stuff we find in the corpses will be given to you first."
Seeing Lara staring at him blankly, he thought she was attracted by his handsoness, and his tone beca even more exuberant.
"And that arrogant brat who was walking at the very front just now? Hmph, I offered him a face by inviting him to collect supplies with us, but he didn’t know what was good for him. When he’s been gnawed clean by the zombies later, I’ll scatter his ashes, no doubt."
Lucian was beaming, speaking with increasing enthusiasm, completely oblivious to the fact that the other three almost wanted to devour him with their eyes.
"Oh! There’s no more movent behind us, they must all be dead."
He turned his head happily, only to see the scene he least wanted to see in his life.
A human face was looking down at him, scrutinizing him.
He could see the amusent in the other person’s face.
"Didn’t you want to scatter my ashes? I’m standing right in front of you, why aren’t you moving?"
The sound Vikram made combined with the echoes from the confined space, it pounded on Lucian’s chest like a death knell.
The imnse pressure made him instantly collapse to the ground, and his inner fear caused him to keep pointing at Vikram, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
He truly couldn’t understand how, even though he had deliberately kept such a long distance from Vikram and his group and spoken in a suppressed voice, the other party had still managed to discover their location.
Seeing that the other party had lost the ability to resist, Vikram was about to finish off this clown directly.
Unexpectedly, at this mont, he frowned and quickly stepped back.
At so point, a puddle of almost frozen liquid had appeared by his feet, nearly touching the tip of Vikram’s shoe.
"Hahahahaha, I’m dying of laughter! How can this man be more timid than a woman? He just peed himself."
Anjali’s untily laughter rang out behind him.
Having just finished dealing with the corpses and arriving here, she witnessed Lucian wetting his pants and imdiately burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
Lucian, slumped on the ground, was already scared out of his wits.
The corpses of Mutated Zombies scattered in the distance imdiately made him realize that this group of people might be much more terrifying than he had imagined.
Now, he didn’t even have the energy to care about Anjali’s rciless mockery from behind Vikram.
Enduring the bone-chilling cold from the gradually freezing urine in his crotch to survive, he could only wave his hands while speaking, "Bro...brother, I can explain, please don’t kill yet."
However, before he could finish his sentence, "Swish!"
A cold glint flashed, followed by the soft thud of an object hitting the ground.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream erupted from Lucian’s mouth; his left arm was already gone.
Having lost an arm, he was sweating profusely from the pain, and he kept dragging himself backward with his two remaining legs.
It was as if doing so could help him escape Vikram’s grasp.
"Don’t... don’t kill , whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you all the supplies for ."
"Oh?" Vikram, who had originally intended to finish him with a single stab, suddenly beca interested when he heard this.
"What if I want the woman behind you?" He had no other intentions; he just wanted to see what kind of interesting reaction this simp would have towards the object of his fawning at the mont of life and death.
"Give... I’ll give her to you, as long as you spare , Big Brother, you can take this woman away."
Having lost both arms, Lucian’s face quickly turned pale, but to survive, he still nodded desperately.
"Lucian! You bastard, what do you take for? A whore?"
"I’m still a virgin, and you’re selling off just like that?!" Lara glared at Lucian, her eyes filled with fury, and cursed.
Strangely, although she looked angry, her tone didn’t sound quite so enraged.
Even when she was cursing Lucian as a coward, her eyes occasionally drifted towards Vikram.
Vikram himself didn’t react much, but Anjali, witnessing this scene, was so annoyed her teeth ached, and she frowned tightly.
"This vixen, be angry if you’re angry, but she even specifically ntioned she’s a virgin. Is she trying to promote herself here?" Thinking this internally, she gave Lara a fierce glare.
She could only think these words to herself, because if Vikram really liked that type, she couldn’t stop him, and they might even have to live in the sa room in the future.
Thinking of this, Anjali pouted aggrievedly.
Vikram, of course, didn’t know Anjali had so much drama going on in her mind; the current drama in front of him was already enough.
The two, who were just recently in a simp relationship, were now wrestling with each other.
To his surprise, Lara’s physique was actually higher than Lucian’s.
When they fought, Lucian’s surprised expression clearly showed he had just realized this as well.
Lucian, who had already lost an arm, was no match for Lara and was quickly thrown down in a few moves.
Not long after, he lost his breath and beca a cold corpse.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a simp truly ends up with nothing in the end."
Just as he was still secretly clicking his tongue, the victor, Lara, had already changed her expression and said, "Big Brother, I’m not with these people at all. I was only held captive by them when I went out to collect supplies."
"I was forced to be with them. Earlier, when Lucian tried to harm you, I also tried to stop him, but alas, how could a little girl like possibly fight against three big n?"
Lara spoke tearfully, looking at Vikram with a wronged expression.
The two trembling male Survivors behind her dared not speak their anger, fearing that Vikram might take a liking to this bitch and take it out on them.
If Vikram hadn’t been able to see that Lara had the highest physique among the four, he almost would have believed her.
"Now I can’t even find my way back to my shelter. If Big Brother can take in, I... I’m willing to serve you well."
As Lara spoke, her hands kept moving, pretending to inadvertently pull open the clothing on her chest, and a bit of pale flesh imdiately peeked out.
Noticing Vikram’s gaze, Lara’s lowered head secretly curled into a triumphant smile.
"Big Brother, what do you think..."
"Pfft!"
As a sharp pain struck, when she looked up again, only disbelief remained in her eyes.
A long blade had rcilessly pierced her chest, and Vikram, who had wielded it, didn’t even bother to spare her another glance.
Only when Lara’s eyes gradually lost their light did he slowly withdraw the blade from her corpse.
Seeing this scene, Anjali, who had been sulking, imdiately brightened up.
Her two lively eyes curved into crescent moons, and she trotted happily to Vikram’s side, re-linking her arm with his.
"Hehe~" Looking at Anjali’s inexplicable silly grin, Vikram shrugged.
After killing the remaining two, Vikram checked the supplies they had dropped.
Aside from so worthless dry rations and a few common weapons, only an alloy standard slingshot was sowhat useful.
He put it into his bag and turned back to where they had killed the zombies earlier.
He hadn’t forgotten that they hadn’t finished exploring this factory yet.
At least, they hadn’t yet collected the most important processed food.
"Vik, it seems we’ve already gone through all the processing areas here. Behind this door should be the factory’s warehouse." Phanty scanned the surroundings, confirming that no more foolish zombies would rush out to cause trouble, and led Vikram to a tal gate inside the factory.
This location was basically the deepest part of the factory, and it seed even the four survivors hadn’t explored here.
Vikram noticed that the iron gate was still locked.
Without hesitation, he took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at the lock cylinder.
"Bang!"
A loud noise rang out, a wisp of gray smoke rose from the locked gate’s cylinder, and it slowly fell to the ground.
Vikram wasn’t worried that the sound of the gunshot would attract zombies from the factory.
After all, the sound of Lucian, that beast, shooting with a slingshot earlier had been loud enough; if there were any other monsters, they should have appeared by now.
The rolling shutter door was lifted by the tall Ron with his bare hands, revealing the pitch-black environnt inside.
After a quick biological scan beforehand, no living creatures were found.
Vikram and the others exchanged glances and stepped inside together...
"This..."
"This warehouse is simply too big!"
The mont they stepped into the warehouse, the surprise on everyone’s faces was impossible to hide.
Even Vikram, who had seen quite a lot due to the System, couldn’t help but be surprised by the scene before him.
It was called a warehouse, but it should actually be a cold storage facility.
This could be seen from the several fanned pipes overhead.
However, the refrigeration machines inside had long since stopped running.
But given the current -20 degree Celsius temperature in the Wasteland, it probably wasn’t much different from a freezer.
Seeing this scene, Vikram’s eyes lit up instead.
Because obviously, these processing plants wouldn’t be foolish enough to store food in ordinary warehouses.
This kind of refrigerated warehouse indicated that there was a high possibility of food inside.
The cold storage area was quite large, and as the few of them stepped inside, their clear footsteps imdiately echoed in the enclosed space.
With the Light Mage’s light, rows of shelves appeared before Vikram’s eyes.
Even though the factory building was six or seven ters high, these tal shelves occupied three-quarters of its height.
In the open space of the cold storage, several forklifts for loading goods could occasionally be seen.
He wondered if they were still usable.
Most importantly, the majority of the shelves were filled with various cardboard and foam boxes.
Phanty and the others kept Vikram and Anjali in the middle, guarding against zombies that might rush out of the surrounding darkness, while following Vikram’s footsteps.
Through the faint green glow of the Night Vision device, the group slowly approached the shelves piled high with cardboard and foam boxes.
The ’l Donte Foods’ logo on the boxes was dimly visible in the gloom, its emblem an asymtrical shield with unique gothic-style wing curves at the top.
The others showed no reaction to this logo, but Anjali seed to recognize it and imdiately spoke up, "Oh my, look, Vikram, isn’t this brand familiar? Isn’t it the one from Earth before?"
Anjali took a box of goods from the shelf and showed it to Vikram.
Taking the cardboard box from her hands, its heavy feel stirred sothing in his heart.
Without rushing to open it, Vikram glanced at the brand and asked Anjali, "Are you sure you haven’t mistaken it?"
"Of course, Divya and I used to eat a few of this brand’s self-heating rice when we were on Earth, and it tasted pretty good."
"But the homade foods were better than this, so we didn’t like the canned food."
Upon hearing this, Vikram looked at the Anjali’ certain gaze and nodded thoughtfully.
He had long wondered where these resource points ca from.
He had also considered that these resources were products from Earth that were transferred to the Wasteland World, but he had never found evidence.
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