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The obstacles were nothing but a pile of junk cars and various scattered items, making it impossible to pass through. As for going around, that was out of the question. The ground within a few hundred meters was covered with sharp objects like nails and triangular iron pieces. The only things that were easier to clear were those on the highway, where the obstacles were all tightly bound together. They could simply be lifted by a nearby crane and moved aside.
A dozen Superpowered Individuals slowly approached in front of Zheng Yifan's car, wielding menacing weapons that made them look like the local bullies of a wealthy tycoon. However, in Zheng Yifan's eyes, they were nothing more than a bunch of lowly thugs.
The most awkward one among them was Li Ning. He had spent a long time at the Gathering Place, responsible for many tasks, one of which was ensuring the highway remained clear. Yet now, a few people were setting up obstacles and charging fees right here; it was utterly outrageous.
"What are you all doing? Get lost!" Li Ning shouted loudly, brandishing his weapon.
"Hey! There's even a band here! What’s this big horn?" one of the Superpowered Individuals laughed mockingly.
"Have you heard? Let me tell you, this road is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass through here, leave behind some toll!" A short, stout figure stepped out from the crowd, holding two gym balls that clanked together noisily.
His voice was grating, yet those around him showed no reaction; instead, they respectfully made way for him.
He was a rotund man, and if it weren't for his words, Zheng Yifan would never have imagined he was a top-tier Mountain Bandit.
"Are you sure you want to rob us? Take a good look at what kind of car we have," Zheng Yifan pointed at his vehicle.
It was an extravagant car with a somewhat futuristic design but equipped with an array of weapons. It even had a Missile Launch Tower—an authentic war machine.
Was it useless against them? Could it be that brute force no longer instilled fear in these people?
"Don't joke around. That thing can fire a couple of rounds when the apocalypse hits, then it goes silent. When the apocalypse first came, I had several Missile Vehicles too; after using one for just over a week, I discarded them all! Don't try to scare me! It's worthless!" The stout man patted his belly, showing no sign of worry whatsoever.
The people around him laughed uncontrollably.
"Enough talk. It costs zero dollars for one life; for every car and cargo, each person must pay zero to let them go. If you don’t pay, none of you will leave alive!" He finished speaking and gestured for more people to bring out some equipment.
Zheng Yifan's face darkened at first glance. This was a Flamethrower, a product used by the Hope Gathering Place. He never expected to encounter it here, aimed directly at him.
"Li Ning! When we get back, I want an explanation. Whoever is responsible must be held accountable; we need to investigate thoroughly!" Zheng Yifan gritted his teeth in anger. In the real world, he despised arms dealers who sold national resources.
Now, it was even worse; such a situation had appeared in his own territory. Zheng Yifan was practically seething with rage.
"Don't worry! I will get to the bottom of this and find out who did it. If I find out, they'll pay for it!" Li Ning's expression was even worse. Just stepping out for a bit, and who knew so much trouble would arise?
And it all fell into his lap; this kind of phenomenon was becoming alarmingly common!
"Enough talk! Pay up or die. Choose one!" The two Flamethrowers nearby bolstered their courage. These were weapons of mass destruction! A few sprays from them could easily take down a Third-Stage Zombie, let alone these people in front of them.
Although they looked somewhat elite and dressed coolly, ultimately, they were useless! Did you see their weapons? They looked like something out of an old video game. It was downright laughable. Yet in their hands were real guns and knives.
When they had entered the Hope Gathering Place some time ago, they had envied those explorers wielding real weapons. Now that they had acquired such equipment, unfortunately, they were unaware of what the strongest group within the Hope Gathering Place actually used.
Psychic Weapons were not something ordinary people could access; only those who truly joined the Hope Gathering Place could enjoy such privileges.
"Boss! After this job, let's head back. I've saved enough money to apply for formal membership in the Hope Gathering Place!" A young man with fuzz on his chin whispered to his leader from behind.
"Don't worry! We will all have identities as members of the Hope Gathering Place. Once I become a member, I won't be doing this dangerous work anymore!" Short Fatty reassured his subordinate, but he thought the same way—who would want to risk their life when they could safely earn a good income?
They had no idea when they might offend a powerful individual and end up dead.
The main reason for threatening and extorting Zheng Yifan was that their equipment looked impressive. Although its appearance had reached Military Merit standards, Military Merit was still just that; it wasn't something modified by Superpowered Individuals in this apocalyptic world.
Although Zheng Yifan's vehicle was a fully equipped Superpowered Individual vehicle, in their minds, the vehicles used by Superpowered Individuals were always specially modified, lacking any firearms launchers, and were purely ramming vehicles.
It was a car outfitted with long guns at the front, charging through and treating Zombies like mere obstacles.
Since Zombies would turn into Zombie Fluid upon death, they wouldn't remain stuck on the vehicle, making the manufacturing process much more convenient and efficient.
Now, many Hedgehog Vehicles had appeared, crafted by artisans who once built house cars. Their teams had grown larger and were now focusing on civilian vehicles.
It was a case of upgrading from birdshot to cannon.
"You still don't worry about your safety, nor do you care about our combat capabilities. Such behavior is truly inappropriate for a leader," Zheng Yifan gently shook his head.
"Leader? I'm not any kind of leader. In this Post-Apocalypse, I'm just an ordinary factory Boss. It’s the end of the world that forced me into this role. Everyone here has a story; who in this apocalypse doesn’t? Let’s skip the useless chatter—money exchanged means we’re all good. We still need to apply for formal membership in the Hope Gathering Place," Short Fatty said, his nervousness evident on his face.
He was definitely worried that Zheng Yifan might not have enough money, which would prevent them from applying for membership in the Hope Gathering Place.
Suddenly, a series of sounds came from Zheng Yifan's vehicle.
Zheng Yifan paused for a moment, then was startled! It was Han Rui's voice. How did she end up here? (To be continued...)
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