Chapter 183 The Man From Ember Camp


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    Explosions lit up the snowy terrain, sending waves of white into the air. The zombies nearest the st were blown sky–high, flying through the air like ragdolls.


    The convoy took advantage of the brief opening, tires spinning as they elerated away from the approaching horde.


    But just then, thest vehicle in the line lost traction on the icy road. The tires skidded, and the car mmed into a utility pole. Within seconds, the zombie horde caught up.


    Theresa watched, wondering what they’d do. But before she could think further, the wrecked vehicle detonated in a fiery explosion.


    From the inferno burst three men in ckbat suits, sprinting toward the rest of the convoy. None of the leading vehicles stopped. The only support they offered was a few ropes tossed from their windows once the men were within reach.


    The three caught the ropes, tied them around their waists, and let themselves be dragged through the snow. Even as they were being hauled forward, they spun around, shouldering their weapons and unleashing bursts of gunfire at the oing zombies. It was a daring retreat, one man firing while the others reeled him in.


    <i>Boom</i><i>! </i>


    Another rocketunched from the frontmost vehicle, tearing a path through the horde and clearing their way again.


    “D*mn… that’s bad*ss,” Theresa muttered, eyes lighting up.


    Now <i>that </i>was what a real fight looked like–like wild beasts wing their way through chaos. It was raw power, violent instinct, and absolute control.


    But the only problem was… those beasts were headed straight for them.


    The lead vehicle gunned it toward the mall’s rear entrance.


    <i>They’re </i><i>not </i><i>seriously </i><i>thinking </i><i>of </iing <i>inside</i><i>, </i><i>are </i><i>they</i><i>? </i>Theresa thought. But sure enough, the first truck screeched to a halt right at the back door.


    <i>They </i><i>really </i><i>are </i><iing </i><i>in</i><i>! </i>


    “We’re heading down,” she said at once, racing toward the first floor.


    By the time she reached the ground level, Lucas and the rest were already positioned at the back entrance.


    “Boss, looks like someone’s out there,” one of the guards reported.


    As the convoy members stepped out of the first truck, one of them–a man whose entire face was wrapped except for his eyes–gave a cold, lethal nce toward the building. “Anyone gets in our way… we kill.”


    But before anyone could react, the mall’s rear shutter rolled up with a loud <i>ng</i>.


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    Chapter 183 The Man From Ember Camp


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    A dozen armed men in matchingbat suits stood waiting, rifles raised. Lucas stepped forward from the center and waved them in. “Get in–now!”


    The man with the covered face hesitated for a split second–long enough for the gunfire to start again..


    Rat–tat–tat! Rat–tat–tal! Rat–tat–tal!


    Laicas and his team opened fire, covering the retreat as the new arrivals rushed inside. Once thest soldier was in, Lucas barked an order, and the shutter mmed down behind them.


    Bam!


    Bang, bang!


    Bang, <i>bang</i>, <i>bang</i><i>! </i>


    Zombies mmed into the shutter in quick session. Crates and nks were stacked against it in seconds, barricading the entrance tightly. Everyone inside finally exhaled.


    “You just had to drag a whole horde over here! Now we’re surrounded because of you!” a member of Haven Camp snapped.


    Among the new arrivals, the same masked man turned and shot him a chilling re before looking toward Lucas. “One of yours?”


    “No,” Lucas replied calmly. “He’s from a partner camp.”


    “I’m responsible for him. Wolfe Ledger, administrator of Haven Camp. My man spoke out of turn–please don’t hold it against him. And you are…”


    Wolfe had sharp instincts–he could tell at a nce these men weren’t ordinary. Their gear alone screamed elite, and their aura was nothing like Lucas‘ upright squad. These new arrivals radiated something darker. Something bloodier.


    As Wolfe tried to recover the situation, the masked man responded with a voice like frozen steel. “Only reason you’re not dead is because of Lucas.”


    Wolfe fell silent.


    The killing intent that rolled off the man was bone–deep and ice–cold. Even Theresa, who was standing a distance away, felt it crawl over her skin like a storm front.


    <i>Who </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>is </i><i>this </i>guy? she wondered, more intrigued than afraid.


    That was when Lucas finally spoke./”Theron. It’s been a while.”


    Theresa’s heart skipped a beat. <i>Theron</i><i>… </i><i>Theron </i><i>Yorke</i><i>?! </i><i>The </i><i>administrator </i><i>of Ember </i><i>Camp</i><i>?! </i><i>The </i><i>one </i>who <i>topped </i><i>the </i><i>list </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>ten </i><i>most </i><i>ruthless </i><i>men </i><i>alive</i><i>? </i>


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