The streets at night felt eerily deserted under lockdown. Aside from the occasional stray dog, there wasn't a single vehicle in sight.
Driving the supercar, Xiao Yu was filled with mixed emotions.
Before the apocalypse, he had never even touched such a fine car. Now that he owned one, it felt practically worthless.
He figured he might as well enjoy it for a few days—before the T-Virus outbreak spiraled completely out of control.
Just then, a police Blast-Proof Armored Vehicle brushed past the supercar.
They didn't stop Xiao Yu.
Seemed like they were on a mission of their own.
In less than ten minutes, the supercar arrived at Xinxing Slaughterhouse, the largest meat processing plant in South City. It was the main supplier of fresh pork to the New District.
At the gate, Xiao Yu's car was stopped by security.
"What's your business here?"
"The slaughterhouse has been taken over by the Ministry of Defense. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed in or out."
There were four security guards at the gate.
All of them equipped with riot shields and rubber batons—clearly sanctioned by the authorities.
Places like slaughterhouses and food markets were typically exempt from lockdowns.
After all, without meat or vegetables, the whole city would be surviving on porridge.
"Say something. What are you here for?"
"Do you have a special permit?"
"If not, get lost."
In the car, An Xiaoran looked a bit anxious, but Xiao Yu and Han Kexin remained calm.
Just then, another four security guards approached, fully geared up.
But at that moment—
One of the guards suddenly went berserk, hugging his colleague and slamming his head into him with terrifying force.
The thud was bone-crunching, like stones smashing together.
Both guards collapsed, unconscious.
"What the hell just happened?"
"Why would he attack like that?"
"Are they infected or something?"
"Doesn't seem like it. They're unconscious, not biting anyone."
"Quick, drag them inside!"
Panic spread instantly. In times like these, even a gust of wind could set people on edge.
But the strangeness didn't stop there.
Another guard suddenly lunged at his teammate, ramming their heads together.
Crack!
It was like a spark flew out from the impact.
Undeniably, both of them were knocked out cold.
The security captain was horrified. He pulled out his baton and raised his shield, clearly on high alert.
"What the hell is going on?"
No sooner had he spoken than his eyes lost focus. He dropped his baton and shield, grabbed the nearest guard, and headbutted him.
At the same time—
The last guard did the same.
With a chorus of thud, thud, all four lay unconscious on the ground.
It was downright supernatural.
Xiao Yu looked at Han Kexin and smiled. "Kexin, nicely done."
He knew that those final headbutts were Han Kexin's handiwork.
Being praised by Xiao Yu made Han Kexin beam. Unlike An Xiaoran, who had been Xiao Yu's colleague before the apocalypse, she was new to the team.
She needed to prove herself—and she never forgot the warning under the Team Info panel:
[If you are kicked from the team, or if the Captain dies, you will lose all your powers.]
That line stayed ringing in her head like an alarm bell.
"Let's go."
They parked the supercar in the slaughterhouse garage. The three of them got out and entered the processing area.
A strong stench of blood mixed with pig manure filled the air.
The workers had already gone home for the day.
Only two night-shift managers were present. When they saw Xiao Yu and the others, their expressions were filled with confusion.
A good-looking man and two beautiful women—what were they doing in a slaughterhouse?
But before they could react—
One of the men's eyes glazed over. He suddenly grabbed the other and slammed his head into him.
Thud!
Both collapsed as if their spines had turned to noodles.
Han Kexin smiled faintly.
"Captain, leave small stuff like this to me from now on."
Xiao Yu nodded approvingly.
He hadn't used Mental Enchantment—Han Kexin had.
Smart move.
An Xiaoran now realized that the Occupational Skill "Mental Enchantment" listed in the Team Info panel belonged to Han Kexin.
"Sister Kexin's ability is amazing!"
That's what she said out loud.
But inside, she was chanting the same line over and over: Hurry up and find the cold storage! I want to show off my space ability too!
With Han Kexin already shining, An Xiaoran didn't want to fall behind.
Xiao Yu searched the unconscious managers and found the key to the cold storage.
"Kexin, stay here and keep watch."
"Xiaoran, come with me."
He grabbed two work uniforms from the control room. He and An Xiaoran changed and headed to the cold storage.
As the doors opened, a wave of icy mist rolled out.
Under the lights, rows and rows of fresh pork halves hung neatly from hooks—dense and endless.
"Whoa, so much meat!"
"We hit the jackpot!"
Xinxing Slaughterhouse was the largest supplier of pork in the New District.
The amount of meat stored here was unimaginable.
And all of it had been freshly butchered—split clean down the middle. The freshness was undeniable.
"Xiaoran, start collecting!"
"Yes! I've been dying to do this!"
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