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The appearance of Han Rui took Zheng Yifan by surprise; he never expected her to be hiding in his convoy. Looking at the beautiful woman who had crossed the line of friendship and become his partner, Zheng Yifan felt a surge of emotion.
After all, a woman is not just a combat Superpowered Individual, and on the battlefield, she could die at any moment, slowly fading away like a vibrant flower.
However, Zheng Yifan was clearly overthinking it. When he saw two girls following him, his eyes sparkled with joy. Li Li was there, along with a female Ace sniper from the Gathering Place. Li Li had taken up the Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, while this girl had always been passionate about Heavy Firepower.
He couldn't help but wonder how these girls had become so fierce. The Machine Gun in her hands weighed dozens of pounds, yet she held it effortlessly. As for Han Rui's appearance, it left Zheng Yifan both amused and bewildered.
Had he ever seen a woman dressed in tight-fitting attire, carrying two Submachine Guns on her back, with holsters strapped to her legs holding two handguns, and an array of magazines adorning her body?
Zheng Yifan had now.
He really wanted to ask Han Rui if carrying so many weapons was tiring. Couldn't she bring more ammunition instead?
This wasn't the Gathering Place where supplies were abundant; out here, only Zheng Yifan could afford to be so extravagant as to carry almost nothing and store all his ammunition in Storage Space.
"Wow! A girl has come out too! We're really hitting the jackpot," Short Fatty exclaimed, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Han Rui's weapons.
They were custom-made, resembling equipment from a game company—so flashy and extravagant. They had seen such things before, but this was real gear. The weapons on this woman were worth a fortune. It was rumored that the leader of Hope Gathering Place's woman had recently developed a fondness for peculiar weapons; not only weapons but also weapon blueprints. Anyone who provided them would receive substantial rewards.
Now, the gear on this woman undoubtedly matched that strange woman's tastes perfectly.
"Hey lady! Hand over all your weapons and equipment, and you can leave. Everyone else better bring me what I want too. I'm a merciful person, but my brothers are not. If you don't comply, you might lose your life," Short Fatty declared.
Meanwhile, the crowd behind Zheng Yifan was already sorting through their supplies. Many had gotten out to rest; it was too cramped inside the vehicle after such a long time.
Taking advantage of this fool's bluster in front, the warriors relaxed their sore muscles.
The robbers in front were starting to feel uneasy; they hadn't expected there to be more people in the vehicle than they had anticipated. But it didn't matter—one Superpowered Individual could handle at least ten ordinary people...
It could also be two of them; anyway, they were just the lowest-level Superpowered Individuals, and some of them weren't even Superpowered Individuals at all. The term "scattered soldiers" fit them perfectly.
Zheng Yifan watched them with great interest.
"What are you looking at? Just hand over your stuff and get lost. I don't have the mood to waste time talking to you," the Short Fatty said, clearly a bit scared, though he kept trying to act tough.
Zheng Yifan smiled calmly. He didn't bother to say much to the Short Fatty. The warriors from the Guard Camp behind him were all elite fighters; just one of them could take out all of these guys. Zheng Yifan was only interested in bantering with him, and the others were just eager to watch the show.
Among the group, only a dozen or so were not from Zheng Yifan's Guard Camp. They were warriors from the Bloodbath Legion, who had come along on this mission due to their decent driving skills.
In the entire team, their status was the lowest—they were merely drivers. Usually, they had nothing to do with combat. It was only now that they could step out for some fresh air. Otherwise, the upcoming journey would be even more thrilling and dangerous. They were all Second-Stage Espers without real combat abilities, and most of the fighting was handled by Zheng Yifan leading the warriors from the Guard Camp.
They were just drivers.
Now, they cautiously helped the warriors from the Guard Camp tidy up their things, even gathering trash from inside the vehicle and collectively tossing it aside on the highway.
This was a basic quality of a soldier. Although there were no garbage trucks anymore, throwing trash on the highway would still affect traffic. As for other places, it didn't matter; the world was so vast and filled with Zombies that they considered themselves the best purifiers.
Zheng Yifan looked relaxed as he observed those in front of him. However, the Short Fatty's expression darkened, especially when his younger brother suddenly shouted loudly, causing him to nearly fall to his knees.
"Super Brother!" It was a shout from one of Short Fatty's younger brothers; he had seen one of Zheng Yifan's drivers using a small amount of shampoo to gently rub his head while another driver poured water for him.
Water resources were no longer scarce; Hope Gathering Place was located by a river, so there was an endless supply.
Now that there weren't as many people around and factories had almost all shut down, a large amount of resources had gradually been abandoned, allowing those in this post-apocalyptic world not to bear too much burden for environmental degradation.
Two years was enough time for nature to purify most of the damaged environment; however, plastic waste would still require a significant amount of time to be cleaned up.
Humanity's time is running out, perhaps only a few decades left, or even shorter. As long as Zheng Yifan can see the dawn, see hope, that is enough.
The few Fellows in front of him were clearly acting strangely. Behind them, a First-Level Esper was so excited he could hardly contain himself, rushing over to Zheng Yifan's side and heading straight for the driver.
No one stopped him; after all, he was just a First-Level Esper. If he could harm a Second-Stage Esper surrounded by a large group of Third-Stage Espers, then they might as well give up on life altogether.
"Who are you?" The driver, who was washing his hair, dared not speak loudly and could only mumble in a low voice.
The person in front of him was merely a young man whose acne had yet to fade. Looking at him was like seeing a Movie Star Before the Apocalypse. His face was filled with admiration.
However, the driver had no idea. He simply dried his hair with a towel and stared blankly at the big boy in front of him. He didn't dare to admit he didn't recognize him; what if he did know him? Most importantly, the leader hadn't spoken yet—how could he dare to say anything?
They could only stare at each other in silence until the young man finally reacted after a minute, scratching his head and saying, "At the Hope Gathering Place, you helped me find a place to buy supplies and even treated me to a bun!"
The young man's words were filled with gratitude, but the driver continued scratching his head in confusion. "Really? You still remember something like that?"
Meanwhile, in the distance, Short Fatty's heart raced! This driver was no ordinary person!!! (To be continued.)
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