No one knew how much time had passed. The sound of passionate moans had gradually quieted, leaving only the soft murmurs of scolding, mingled with a voice full of satisfied roguishness.
Wallflower lay sprawled across Memphis's chest, her lower body still impaled by that unyielding object. Yet, he had finally let her rest, saying that even though he wasn't moving, this position was very comfortable, as if dozens of tongues were continuously licking and sucking inside her.
Such vulgarity, how could she bear to listen? Yet, the sensation of him anchored within her kept her in a state of perpetual ecstasy, her mind floating in the clouds, lost and entangled, unable to distinguish one thought from the next, leaving herself to his whims.
Memphis took off his backpack and placed it on the shelf by the door, then casually walked over to the sofa by the large window and asked:"Has anyone come looking for me since yesterday?"This new apartment was nearly four times the size of his old one, with a full bedroom, living area, work area, kitchen island, and bathroom. There was even a massive safe in the corner. The room's location was ideal, with two large windows and curtains, and nearly all the furniture was new and luxurious, giving the space a dignified and refined feel—exactly to his taste. How Amanda had known to design it this way, he had no idea.Hearing his question about work, Sarah quickly adjusted her hair and clothing before heading to the desk, retrieving a thick stack of documents. She pulled out a sheet of A4 paper and softly said:"Master, these are the people who came looking for you yesterday. Here’s the detailed list along with their purposes."As Memphis glanced over the list of visitors, Sarah provided
Memphis had no intention of saying a final goodbye to these people. He quickly made his way out of the base gates. As usual, on the left was the new recruit training area, where Kathy—despite choosing to leave—was still professionally instructing a group on basic combat techniques.The methods of slashing with a blade, evading strikes, falling to reduce injury, crawling, hiding behind cover, following a commander’s orders, hand signals, recognizing different types of zombies, basic responses, and maintaining psychological stability… almost everything a new recruit needs to know.This woman was exceptionally professional, maintaining this attitude until her last working day.To the right was the shooting training area, primarily for team members who had experienced combat. This area was originally led by Dante Mole, but the responsibility had now been handed over to Lazarus. Lazarus even managed to persuade four other soldiers to stay with him at Hope Town, which was quite a windfall f
Through the gaps in the iron cage, Memphis could see a decaying, blackened figure with a body swollen with cracked muscles, brimming with explosive strength. This creature had its limbs severed and was bound tightly by a substance made from tire glue. Fresh blood and foul-smelling marrow occasionally seeped from its wounds, leaving only its mangled torso and a head as large as a 20-liter water jug somewhat intact."Ding! Strength-Type P2 level 25..." A mechanical voice quickly echoed inMemphis's mind, informing him about the creature.This monster was once a Manipulation Type M2, level 24, which Memphis had crippled with grenades, cutting it in half. Now, it was imprisoned here, its Gravity Manipulation ability harnessed for humanity's benefit.Around the P2 level 25 creature, a constant gravitational field of 6G hovered. The farther one moved from its body, the weaker the gravitational field became, perfectly creating a training zone for superhumans, ranging from the weak to the st
Inside the military jeep, a woman with blue hair and eyes was idly gazing out the window. This was Starla, one of the strongest extraordinaries in Lakeside County. She was still mulling over yesterday's battle, where she had no choice but to flee from that terrifying monster.“The more I think about it, the more frustrated I get… Ugh…”She sighed with boredom and asked the man next to her: “How much longer until we get there?”Sitting beside her was a man around 30 years old, with an intellectual appearance and gold-rimmed glasses. Seeing this important figure finally speak, he couldn’t help but exhale in relief and quickly replied: “Commander Sears, we’re about 1 kilometer from the Lakeside Bridge. Once we cross, we’ll reach the center of Renaissance County.”Starla Sears acknowledged with a faint “hmm.” resting her pale hand on the window sill and closing her light blue eyes, as if preparing to nap, seemingly uninterested in the world around her.The man with glasses dared only glan
However, its body was still covered in numerous droplets of blue water scattered all over, which acted like magnets, constantly emitting an attractive force toward the water sphere behind, ensuring it could precisely follow its target.Starla unleashed four more water spheres in quick succession, all of which furiously chased after the F2 level 25. The sound of splashing water echoed like waves crashing on a sweltering summer day. No matter how far the opponent ran, the water spheres kept closing in, even surrounding it from all directions. There was no escape, neither up nor down; it couldn’t shake them off.The reconnaissance-based skill of the Water Manipulation Master class: "Water Flows to Low Places!" In the vehicle, the man with gold-rimmed glasses had a deeply gloomy expression. The weapons depot had already been taken by someone else. He couldn’t help but grind his teeth and curse aloud:“No wonder those bandits could wipe out the zombie horde in Renaissance district. Damn it... what a day filled with bad luck.”From being hunted by F2 to having obstacles thrown in his path, and now having his long-sought prize snatched away, how could he possibly be in a good mood?Earlier at the warehouse, he found nothing. All the supplies had already been moved, leaving only a few straggling guards watching over a disassembled BMP-1 and some ordinary survivors harvesting wild vegetables and fishing by the docks.He asked around and learned that Memphis, the leader of Hope Town, had seized the military equipment there long ago. Any further questions only got him answers like "I don’t know” "I’m not sure” or "I don’t understand""How am I supposed to report back... Damn it!"The man with gold-Apocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 426:
Starla frowned deeply, looking in that direction. A level 23 mutant dog was already terrifying, but what was even more unsettling was the attitude of the soldiers from Hope Town around them.They didn't display any sense of panic or fear, as if they were accustomed to the dog "chasing" people...No, it was more accurate to say that the mutant dog was raised by Hope Town, and what had just happened was merely playful banter. A level 23 mutant dog's speed was definitely not that sluggish, and it certainly wouldn't display such a carefree, excited demeanor.How could this be? Mutant animals living alongside humans. It was truly hard to believe, at least for Starla, who thought it was nearly impossible, yet it was happening right before her eyes.Recovering from the shock, they reached the entrance of Hope Town's base.Two BTR-60 armored vehicles and four BTR-152s were moving slowly, seemingly practicing some tactical maneuvers. A BMP-1 with a powerful 73mm 2a28 turret stood quietly besid
Had Memphis proudly claimed credit for the achievement, Richard would have gradually pressed the narrative of the "greater good” cornering him, or at least finding an excuse for future actions.But now, by shifting the credit to others, Memphis had effectively told the government: “The heroes you're looking for are over there—more than 30 of them. Go ahead and honor them. I'm just a regular guy."An inflation of heroes, a surplus of good citizens.But Richard was quick-witted. If he couldn’t indirectly take power, he'd try a more direct approach, though first, he had to put on the mask of righteousness.He walked over to the excited group of 30 people, delivering a long speech full of praise, commendation, and heartfelt emotions, concluding by promising that they would be protected and rewarded by the government.Of course, if the government wanted to make inroads here, it had to project an image of justice, loyalty, and benevolence. Richard's display wasn’t just for Memphis—it was fo