Warlord

Alice walked elegantly from the north entrance of the town to the south along the only street in the town. There were more than a hundred of these spikes, and every time a spike was shot out, new members would be able to create even more icicles.

From the moment Alice entered the town, the massacre started. Panic spread rapidly as the first icicle struck the chest of a sleeping man in a shack. Whether it was the elderly, children, or men, none of the residents in the town were able to escape from Alice’s aura. And once they were locked on, the ice pick would drag a blue light with it as it drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, and in the end, no matter where the target was, the ice pick would accurately hit their chest. Afterwards, the Su inside would emit a large amount of cold air, freezing the target into an ice sculpture.

By the time Alice had reached the end of the street, there were no longer any moving objects left. There were hundreds of ice sculptures behind her. They were like works of art created by a master, each ice sculpture perfectly depicting the human expression in the face of despair.

Are they all dead?

Alice suddenly looked towards the gas station on the side of the street. The convenience store in the gas station was quiet, but Alice could feel a faint biological aura coming from it. The aura was not distinct, but it was flickering occasionally. If he were to use his ice pick again, Alice wasn’t 100% sure if he would be able to make it in time.

She headed for the convenience store.

“Why should I hide? To die at my hands is already a mercy. At least I will let you die in a short period of time. The pain will end in an instant. If my other companions were to act, you would know the true meaning of hell. ” Alice’s voice was soft, like a whisper of the wind.

But her words went into the convenience store, across the room, and into old Pete’s ears. To the old man, this was undoubtedly the whisper of a demon.

Old Pete lit a cigarette for himself with a trembling hand and then fiercely smoked a few mouthfuls. The pungent smoke revolved in his lungs, causing Old Pete to feel an intense pain but he regained his focus.

He found a chair and placed it directly opposite the bedroom door. Old Pete bit on his cigarette, held onto his gun and sat on the production chair. He leveled the rifle at the door and pressed his finger to the trigger, deciding that whatever came through the door would be rewarded with a shot.

Following that, Old Pete heard the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were soft and crisp, like a woman’s high heels hitting the ground.

When the sound reached the bedroom door, it suddenly disappeared. The door then opened, revealing a slender figure. When Old Pete saw this figure, he immediately pressed down on the trigger, causing the rifle to explode into a ball of bright flame, and the bullet flew towards the direction of the door. Old Pete roared as he opened fire, as if he wanted to pour out his fear along with the bullets.

But suddenly, Old Pete felt his whole body freeze up. He lowered his head and saw a sharp icicle pierce through his coat and into the mutated tissue before finally sinking into his chest.

The ice awl suddenly melted and released a cold temperature of -20 degrees, stopping Old Pete’s inactive life force in an instant and turning him into the last ice sculpture in the town.

Before his consciousness disappeared, Old Pete saw with despair that his bullet had stopped right in front of a woman. Her whole body was emitting freezing air, and the surface of the bullet had already frozen over. It couldn’t hurt her at all.

Fortunately, Kim was gone. This was Old Pete’s last thought.

Alice walked in front of the old man’s corpse, then she tore off her already frozen and dry clothes, revealing the layer of frozen mutated tissue on Old Pete’s body. Alice seemed to have comprehended something as she said, “So that’s how it is.”

Due to the lack of protection from drugs in the wilderness, it was easy for ordinary people to develop mutated tissues. The extra muscle tissue greedily absorbed the host’s nutrition and vitality like a parasite, but at the same time, because of the existence of such an organization, it allowed ordinary people to move on the surface where radiation was rampant. The price was that their lifespan was shortened by a third, or even by almost half, compared to the humans of the old era.

However, in the new era, what was deadly was not the mutated organizations, but their meagre resources. Humans could evolve in order to adapt to the harsh environment. Although the process of evolution required a price, it could still be endured. And life is wondrous, because the shortening of life, relative reproduction of the cycle of offspring is also relatively reduced, to continue the purpose of offspring. However, resources could not be regenerated in a short period of time. Therefore, even though the bodies could adapt to the environment, countless humans still died every day due to the lack of resources.

The reason why Alice was unable to sense the exact aura of the Old Pete was because the mutated organization had already occupied eighty percent of the old man’s body area and the old man’s vitality was almost gone. Hence, Alice was not able to sense it.

Now, after killing the last person in the town, Alice walked out of the convenience store. She looked at the gas tank in the gas station and thought for a moment before waving her hands. Streaks of blue light streaked across the ground, creating countless ravines on the surface of the street. After doing all of this, Alice threw an ice pick towards the oil can, causing a hole to appear on the surface of the tank. As a result, inferior gasoline flowed out of the hole and extended along the ground towards other corners of the town.

However, there was not much gasoline left, and less than a third of the way through the surface of the ravine, they were completely exhausted. But for Alice, it was enough. She turned around and walked out of the town while throwing a high-energy grenade that had a 5 second delay explosion into the gas station.

When Alice walked out of the town, the grenade exploded and fire shot up into the sky, putting the entire town into a sea of fire.

Somewhere in the wilderness, Jin suddenly felt his heart beating wildly. The motorcycle suddenly skidded to a stop, and King put his foot on the ground. He took off his helmet and looked in the direction of the town. In that direction, he felt a strong sense of unease.

Jin gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed back to the town with all his might. An hour later he returned to the town and saw the ruins still smoldering.

The motorcycle was pushed to the ground by King, who rushed into the town. The gas station was in ruins. The explosion sent the convenience store into the air. The place they were once familiar with had turned into a pile of rubble. Jin stood on top of the rocks and shouted the words of the Old Pete. However, no one replied.

Jin shouted, reaching out his palm towards the ruins. He opened his fingers wide and clenched them into a fist. All the stones in Jin’s sight exploded into powder. The impact of the explosion extinguished the nearby flames. Only metal and other organic matter remained outside of the range of the metal ability but were mostly distorted by the shockwave.

Among the sand, Jin finally saw the Old Pete. Strictly speaking, what Jin found was the Old Pete’s corpse.

Jin held the old man’s body and cried. To him, other than his mother, the Old Pete was the closest person to him in this town. However, this grandfather like person was already dead. What was unacceptable to Jin was that Old Pete did not die naturally, but was instead killed by someone.

The other people in the town did the same. This was a massacre.

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As he was crying bitterly, Jin suddenly found out what was behind Old Pete. He placed the Old Pete on the ground and flipped it over. The clothes on Old Pete’s back had already been torn off, and the words carved on the back of the organizations were: Do you like my present?

Next was a signature.

Zero!

Suddenly, Jin stopped crying and became abnormally calm. However, his tightly clenched fists were making gurgling sounds.