Chapter 177 The Showdown


    Chapter 177 The Showdown


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    “Who are you calling inhumane?!” Theresa snapped, her voice slicing through the tension like a de.


    Dave turned to her immediately. “Theresa…”


    “Shut up.”


    Everyone turned to look at her, wide–eyed. Did she just admit it?


    Could it really have been Theresa who threw that punch?


    As they thought about it a little more…


    Yeah. That was absolutely something Theresa would do.


    Everyone on the KI Camp team instantly shut up.


    Lucas watched the brewing storm of awkward silence and had no idea how to defuse it.


    He cleared his throat. “Let’s get moving. We’ll try to haul everything back today.”


    Thanks to Lucas‘ smooth handling, the convoy rolled out.


    The weather had held steady for two days straight–sunny skies and cool air. The road was easier now, too, cleared by yesterday’s trip. By the time half an hour had passed, they were once again in front of the same abandoned clothing depot.


    As before, the vehicles were parked right by the main gate before Lucas‘ squad led everyone inside.


    The first floor had beenpletely emptied. They moved cautiously upstairs, where the second floor was just as dark as yesterday.


    Every storefront was sealed shut. Neat rows of shuttered shops stretched in all directions—a maze of abandoned boutiques and empty corridors. The only light came from dim, flickering red emergencymps, casting eerie shadows on the tiled floor. In that hellish glow, a few swaying silhouettes began to -lurch toward them.


    The second floor had even fewer zombies than the first.


    Yesterday, there had been around a dozen downstairs. Up here? Maybe four or five stragglers.


    Zzzzzzt.


    Lucas‘ team made quick work of the remaining undead, then got straight to work hauling supplies with practiced efficiency.


    This floor was filled with cheap women’s clothing. Theresa signaled Kyle to keep loading up, then made a beeline for Lucas.


    “How are we splitting this?” she asked.


    Lucas nced at her. “If you want something, take it. Whatever you carry is yours.”


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    “<b>I </b>can’t carry that much by myself Aren’t I just picking through your leftovers?”


    Theresa was speechless.


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    She red at Lucas, whose eyes practically screamed that he knew she had a space–based ability. She resisted the urge to curse him out.


    “Go ahead,” he said casually. “Take as much as you want.”


    Theresa didn’t reply, but she didn’t have to. With Lucas‘ green light, she quietly moved toward a shadowy corner of the depot. For every ten bundles she moved, nine disappeared into her domain. She left a few behind to keep up appearances.


    At the same time, she kept an eye on Wolfe’s team.


    Wolfe had brought thirteen people. Besides the three she’d roughed up yesterday, eight had abilities.


    Tyger, the dual–ability user, needed no introduction. Three were strength–types, two had speed–type abilities, one could control fire–and then there was one space–based ability user.


    Flynt Lowell. The only space–based ability user in Wolfe’s entire camp. Wolfe’s prized pet.


    Flynt went wherever Wolfe did. He never lifted a finger during missions–just stood dead center in the group, protected by everyone else, waiting to scoop up the loot at the end.


    From what Theresa remembered, Flynt’s domain was about 30 square feet.


    Before each mission, he emptied itpletely so he could haul back as much as possible.


    Now, Theresa had no problem secretly snatching supplies herself.


    But letting others do it?


    That was stealing her loot!


    Especially when she had Lucas‘ tacit permission. Wolfe? He didn’t.


    Sure enough, while Theresa kept watch, she spotted a pile of clothes forming in one corner of the room. Wolfe’s crew had quietly stacked them up, shielding the stash from view. Then, when the coast seemed clear, they motioned for Flynt to absorb it into his domain.


    “Hey! Over here!” Theresa yelled from atop a sales counter, her voice sharp and leisurely. “Wolfe’s crew is stealing stuff!” ·


    Every single head in the room turned.


    Wolfe’s entire team became the center of attention, caught red–handed like a bunch of kids with their hands in the cookie jar.


    “Lucas, I saw it!” Theresa dered, righteously. “That guy has a space–based ability. Haven Camp’s hiding supplies in a pile so he can store them all in his domain!”


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    Wolfe’s crew looked like they were about to burst a blood vessel. Flynt was the first to lose it. “Wolfe, that Woman”


    “Don’t speak,” Wolfe snapped, cutting him off. He turned toward Lucas, who was walking <b>over</b>.


    “Mr. Keaton, it’s not truc. Ms. Hall must’ve been mistaken–all our supplies are right here. We didn’t <b>steal </b>anything.”


    Theresa stepped forward, voice sharp and unrelenting.


    “Then why don’t you tell us–what ability does your teammate have?”


    Wolfe looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. Theresa’s barrage was enough to make his lungs ache from the pressure.


    Yesterday had been the first day, and Wolfe had clearly sensed that Theresa wasn’t someone to mess with- so he’d made sure Flynt kept his ability under wraps.


    But today, they were nning to clean the ce out. Take as much as they could before–the supplies were tallied up back at camp.


    He hadn’t expected that the moment Flynt made a move, Theresa would lock onto them like a hawk.


    Now Wolfe stared at her–equal parts furious and afraid. His face was still swollen like a bruised melon, but he forced a strained smile.


    “Ms. Hall, he’s really not a space–based ability user.”


    Theresa stepped in close.


    “Swear on it.”


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