Chapter 193 The Apocalypse Queen’s Fortress
Chapter 193 The Apocalypse Queen’s Fortress
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Forty feet high and crackling with high–voltage electricity, the wire fence bristled with razor–sharp barbs. Behind it stretched a yard full of thriving crops–and even poultry. A row of metal prefab homes stood near the back, and behind those loomed a massive bunker, its gates tightly sealed.
“This chick built herself a d*mn pillbox,” Theron muttered.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
“Woof! Woof!”
“Woof!”
A pack of dogs–at least a dozen–came charging out of the side gate and circled them. Theron’s grin widened. He was finding Theresa more interesting by the minute. “Go tell your leader I’m here to visit. The name’s Theron Yorke.”
A man with thick sses peeked out from the chicken coop, eyeing them warily. “She ain’t home. I’ll have to ask for permission.”
About ten minutester, Theron and Lucas were riding in a car driven by Elias, who personally took them toward the residential area.
As the bunker faded in the rearview mirror, Theron nced back. “What, wasn’t that your camp there?”
“Of course not,” Elias scoffed. “That’s just our leader’s house. The camp’s further in.
<i>That </i><i>was </i><i>just </i><i>her </i><i>house</i>?! Theron’s eyes widened in surprise. What <i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>monster </i><i>is </i><i>her </i><i>camp</i><i>? </i>
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Just ahead, the terrain opened into a sweeping in at the foot of the mountains. Thend had been neatly divided into ten massive farms–every inch cultivated. Altogether, it had to span tens of thousands of acres.
Tens. Of. Thousands.
Theron was stunned, and so was Lucas.
But what left thempletely speechless was the fact that Theresa didn’t have many people at her camp. Every inch of those tens of thousands of acres had been cultivated by machines.
No <i>way</i><i>… </i><i>Other </i><i>camps </i><i>haven’t </i><i>even </i><i>restarted </i>basic farming, and <i>she’s </i><i>running </i><i>full</i><i>–</i><i>scale </i><i>automated </i><i>agriculture</i>?!
ck high–tech greenhouses coveredrge sections of the farnd. Beneath them, a staggering variety of fresh vegetables, fruits, and grains were growingpletely untouched by the winter cold.
When their car finally came to a stop, they were hit by the unmistakable sound of mechanized industry.
A rich aroma drifted out of a nearby vi. Several female residents were hauling out tubs of dried vegetables, stacking them beside crates upon crates of instant noodles.
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Chapter 193 The Apocalypse Queen’s Fortress
Theron and Lucas froze again. <i>What </i><i>the </i>hell?! Theresa’s camp has <i>already </i><i>started </i>industrial <i>production</i><i>! </i>
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While other bases couldn’t even manage basic food cultivation, she had already jumped to the industrial- era. At this point, it wasn’t just that the other campsbined couldn’tpare–it was that even multiplied by ten, they still didn’te close.
Lucas was the most shaken of the two.
He’d known Theresa for a long time, yet he’d had no idea what her camp actually looked like. She’d told him she had one, sure–but she’d always been so absurdly low–key about it, never boasting, never broadcasting it over the radio. Everyone–including Lucas himself–assumed the zing Sun Camp was some small, struggling outpost.
But now he was looking at a megabase. A monster of a stronghold.
He’d always thought Theresa was impressive on her own, but now he realized–what stood behind her was a fortress. Her strength wasn’t just personal–it was structural.
Theron let out a breath. “Lucas, you once told me she was strong. You were wrong. She’s not strong–she’s insane. This chick’s next level.”
Lucas offered no argument in response.
Just then, a clear voice called out from the fields. Theresa hopped up from between the rows, brushing dirt off her hands. “Hey, you made it.”
She looked them over with a teasing smile. “Wee to my camp. Sorry if it’s a little shabby–hope you don’t mind.”
Both men were dead silent. <i>Shabby</i>? <i>Lady</i>, <i>are </i><i>you </i><i>serious</i><i>? </i><i>Wanna </i><i>cry </i><i>poverty </i><i>a </i><i>little </i><i>harder</i><i>? </i>
Theresa casually led them on a brief tour. Overhead, unmanned aerial vehicles circledzily through the sky.
Theron spotted them immediately. “Multifunctional unmanned aerial vehicles?”
“Yup.”
He turned toward Lucas instinctively, and Lucas shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I can’t get my hands on those either.”
Theron fell silent. Just ncing at this one patch of sky, he counted at least a dozen unmanned aerial vehicles, and his thoughts spiraled.
<i>This </i><i>girl </i>isn’t <i>just </i><i>rich</i><i>–</i><i>she’s </i><i>terrifying </i><i>If </i><i>anyone </i><i>dares </i>to <i>mess </i>with <i>her </i><i>camp</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>won’t </i><i>even </i><i>get </i><i>close</i><i>. </i><i>The </i><i>drones </i><i>will </i>wipe <i>them </i><i>out </i><i>before </i><i>they </i><i>set </i><i>foot </i><i>here</i>. <i>And </i><i>then </i><i>there’s </i><i>her </i><i>ridiculous </i><ibat </i><i>ability </i><i>and </i><i>that </i><i>wild</i><i>, </i><i>fierce </i><i>personality</i>… <i>She’s </i><i>the </i><i>d</i><i>*</i><i>mn </i><i>queenpin </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>apocalypse</i>. <i>Absolutely </i><i>unstoppable</i>.
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