"Boom, boom, boom—boom, boom."
The promised knock on the door sounded again, short and clear, like the beat of a heartbeat hitting the nerves of everyone in the abandoned shop.
The sound echoed in the room filled with the stench of sweat and cheap tobacco, further tightening the already tense atmosphere.
Sitting on the only wooden bench, Yao Zhuo, a burly man known as "Boss" by everyone, slowly raised his eyelids and nodded slightly.
The muscular gold-type mutant standing guard at the door immediately understood and activated his powers again, silently melting a gap in the door that was temporarily sealed by a metal plate.
As soon as the gap appeared, three figures quickly slipped in sideways like loaches.
As soon as they entered the room, the three of them immediately felt the gazes of hundreds of people in the room.
The three of them did not dare to delay and quickly came to Yao Zhuo.
The short, thin man in the middle spoke first: "Boss, after Wanmei and the others evacuated, most of the people in Yanxin Village retreated back to the base! Now there are only about ten people left in the field!"
Old Fu, with a frown on his face, asked anxiously, "Old Ma! Are there only about ten people left near the inner gate?"
Lao Ma nodded: "Yes! It's those people!"
Lao Fu: "Boss! Those ten or so people are the legendary fourth-level psychics from the Sharp Blade Base!... They took down the Sharp Blade and killed Mu Jin's men!"
Wan Mei sneered disdainfully.
"Boss! Listen to this! Old Fu is always hesitant and only knows how to boost others' morale while destroying his own prestige!
To put it bluntly, isn't it just fear of death? Before, when there were 90 people guarding us, we still had to think twice, but now? God has fed us food!"
She opened her arms and instigated the people in the room whose eyes were glowing green.
"Ninety people turned into ten! What do you call this? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! A godsend!
We have over a hundred brothers, all of whom are superpowered. It's easy for us to defeat those ten or so people. Those supplies are like free gifts!"
"Yes! Boss! Sister Wanmei is right!"
"Quick victory, kill those dozen or so people, grab the supplies and run!"
“Opportunity is fleeting!”
"Let's do it! The brave ones will die of overeating, and the timid ones will die of starvation!"
Wan Mei's words were like sparks falling into an oil barrel, instantly igniting the greed and luck of most people in the room.
Thinking of the abundant supplies that were within their reach, many people's breathing became heavy, and the fear in their eyes was replaced by fanaticism.
Lao Fu: "Boss! Be extremely cautious! The people of Yanxin are not fools. How could they leave such important supplies exposed there with only so few people?"
Wan Mei: "Kill people, rob goods, as long as we're fast enough, there will be no problem. As long as we grab the supplies... the pile of gunpowder given by the base commander, we can just throw it in!"
Yao Zhuo was silent, tapping his knees rhythmically with his fingers.
He looked around at his men, and finally, his gaze fixed on the anxious face of Lao Fu.
He slowly stood up from the wooden bench, and a strong sense of oppression naturally emanated from him.
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone: "Old Fu, I understand your concerns."
He tried to appease her at first, but then changed the subject: "But, this time, we have no choice but to go!
Everyone knows what's going on at the base...
If we can't get enough supplies back, even if we return to the mainland unscathed one day, will Huang Pan and his gang still give us a place to stay if they exaggerate the situation in front of the base commander?
By then, you will be in a desperate situation and will be doomed!
Furthermore, if we want to start a new business on our own, this batch of supplies will be the foundation of our business!
It's a knife in every direction, so why not risk it all and fight for a better future! Brothers, tell me, do you want to do this?
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