Chapter 369 Do the World a Favor
Though these ability users were strong, they were nowhere near her level.
<i>Boom</i>!
An invisible shockwave burst through the air.
Like a massive wave, it scattered everything in its path.
The young man who had been striding forward froze mid–step.
He lifted his head, staring at the young woman in front of him in disbelief.
“Who are you?” he asked, stunned.
“She’s my younger sister,” Lucas said as he walked up to stand beside Theresa. “I’m Lucas.”
The young man’s gaze flicked to Lucas, studied him for a moment, then returned to Theresa.
“You just tried to kill our camp’s administrator?” His tone was icy.
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“Are you blind like that old fossil?!” Theresa shot back. “Couldn’t you see we were clearing out zombies? He ran into the crossfire, and now you’re ming me?
Morgan was at a loss for words.
“You… you…” Horace finally snapped out of his daze, his ghostly pale face contorting with rage. “You call that crossfire?!”
“Cur the crap! You’re not just blind, you’re deaf too! What else could it be?” Theresa stepped forward and smacked him. “With all that gunfire outside, you ran straight into it. Deaf and senile, are you? You’re the one causing trouble, and now you’re trying to pin it on me? Blind and deaf to this extent… do the world a favor and crawl into a grave already!”
Horace could only splutter in silence, and so did everyone else.
<i>Fiffi</i><i>! </i>
After barely surviving that life–and–death scare, Dr. Horace coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The researchers around him immediately moved to help
Theresa cut them off with another verbal strike “Don’t you dare touch him! That old fool lives to me people Whoever helps him is the pest scapegoat Are you sure you can handle that?”
Everyone froze, then shuffled back a few steps
Horace spat out more blood and copsed to the floor, a trembling hand reaching toward the retreating
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Finally, Morgan couldn’t take it anymore He stepped forward and helped Horace to his feet, giving a coldman the others. “Get your administrator back
The group scrambled to obey, dragging the half–dead Horace away
Theresa,pletely unapologetic, called after them. “Stay away from him! That old fossil spat so much blood. He’s probably about
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Thatst barb made Horace cough up another mouthful of blood before he passed our cold.
Even after making Horace pass out, Theresa still wasn’t satisfied.
Didn’t even <i>finish </i>off that old fool. So dmn infuriating, she cursed to herself.
Just then, she felt someone’s gaze on her.
Turning her head, she saw the young man who had helped Horace watching her with interest.
“What are you staring at, kid?” she snapped.
Morgan was momentarily speechless.
“You’re the one in charge here, aren’t you?” Theresa took a deep breath and stepped toward him.
“That’s right. I’m the administrator of the fifth floor. Morgan Nellson”
“Alright, Morgan. Hand over the gleamstones and the food.” Theresa didn’t bother mincing words. “Short us even one, and nobody here walks away happy.”
A rescue mission like this called for preparing for the worst.
Either the rescue would fail and put her own people in danger, or it would seed, and these people would try to pull something.
Theresa hade ready for either oue.
Her team was still stationed at the main base. If they lost contact, reinforcements woulde charging in.
On top of that, the five helicopters parked above their bunker were rigged with explosives. If they refused to pay, she’d turn the entire bunker into a fireball.
She had no intention of letting anyone extort her.
Morgan hesitated for a moment, then said, Fine I’ll pay
He wasn’t stupid. Unless things reached a true breaking point, no one in their right mind would risk stiffing
her
The risk was simply too high/Their bunker had resources and strength to rival KI Camp, but they couldn’t afford to lose anything
If he pushed them too far and they retaliated, the bunker couldn’t go anywhere. It would end in mutual a
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destruction an oue no one wanted.
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It was like nuclear warfare: no one dared to make the first strike without absolute confidence they could wipe out the other side.
Petty skirmishes were one thing. Horace had tried to outsmart Theresa’s team once, and she’d almost killed him for it.
Now they were even. Morgan had no choice but to hand over the supplies.
He had resources to spare, so he wasn’t about to risk everything over this.
Before long. Morgan had his men bring up a massive load of goods.
There were twenty bags of gleamstones, each containing ten thousand, and food supplies weighing 100 pounds per bag, totaling four million.
“There’s a lot here. Want my people to help you transport it?” Morgan asked.
“No need.”
Theresa grabbed Quentin and swept all the supplies into her domain.
Morgan’s eyes lit up again as he watched.
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