Nina Jacobs didn’t know how Wayne Warner was still hanging on by a thread.
She had never been so thankful that Wayne Warner was a Strength Element Superpower User.
Only a Strength Element Superpower User could have such a tenacious Life Force.
When she examined him, she found that even the nails on his ten fingers had been peeled off, his palms had been pierced, and the bones in his fingers had been smashed...
There wasn’t an inch of skin on his body left unscathed.
She had never seen anyone so grievously injured.
She knew the best thing to do was find a doctor for Wayne Warner, but the shelter was nowhere near here.
For now, she could only rely on Healing Potions.
Nina Jacobs poured several bottles of Healing Potion onto medical gauze pads and carefully applied them as wet compresses to his wounds.
She hoped it would at least stop Wayne Warner’s bleeding quickly.
"Don’t worry," she murmured. "I won’t let you die."
After Nina Jacobs finished,
she pulled up the system map.
Dylan Quinn’s destination this time was a golf course.
The location was somewhat remote, even close to City J.
Nina Jacobs left the safe house and took out a van in the withered forest.
This was the same van that Cole Dempsey had "contributed" before.
Its advantage was that it was large enough.
She folded down the van’s rear seats and laid out several layers of soft cushions and thick bedding on top.
When she returned to the safe house, she noticed that the blood seeping from Wayne Warner’s body seemed to have lessened.
She called Wayne Warner’s name several times, but unfortunately, he still didn’t respond.
Fortunately, the bed he was on was a movable, folding cot.
Still, it took quite an effort to push him into the van.
"Let’s go. I’ll go meet him for you."
Nina Jacobs drove the van straight out of the withered forest.
She set the golf course as the destination on the system map.
The route planned by the system map would take about four hours to drive.
Nina Jacobs wasn’t worried about Dylan Quinn and his group arriving first.
According to the information she’d heard, the shipment of weapons and ammunition wouldn’t arrive until the next day.
In other words, even if Dylan Quinn’s group got there first, they would have to wait until the following day.
...
Under the scorching sun and intense heat,
a group of people was digging up Crystal Cores from the road.
These came from the zombies they had just killed.
They had also lost a few Superpower Users in the process.
"Mr. Quinn, do you think we should take a break?"
his assistant, Gideon Ulrich, asked.
They had been killing zombies for nearly two hours in the high heat, and everyone was exhausted.
Besides, it was already afternoon, and they hadn’t had a chance to eat lunch yet.
"A break?
Don’t even think about it.
You’ll earn the right to rest when we reach our destination."
Dylan Quinn’s words made the faces of everyone around him pale slightly.
But no one dared to say a word and just continued silently digging for Crystal Cores.
"Mr. Quinn, there’s a vehicle behind us!"
a man carrying a pair of binoculars ran over and shouted.
"A vehicle?"
Dylan Quinn took the binoculars.
He felt the vehicle looked somewhat familiar.
"The Alliance has this type of vehicle too,"
"Could we have run into our own people by chance?"
Gideon Ulrich said.
"There are no missions scheduled for this road today."
Because it was one of The Alliance’s vehicles, Dylan Quinn, though suspicious, did not prepare to attack.
The van quickly approached.
However, it showed no signs of stopping.
"I’m sure it’s one of our Alliance’s vehicles!
It even has the same logo sticker on it!"
Everyone watched blankly as the vehicle drove past them.
But they couldn’t see who was inside at all.
The Superpower User Alliance’s vehicles all had privacy film on the windows.
You couldn’t see inside from the outside.
Dylan Quinn frowned.
"Get the license plate number. We’ll run it back at base."
’This van looks really familiar, but I just can’t place it.’
He thought that was the end of it.
But just as everyone finished digging up the Crystal Cores, one of the lookouts spotted something else:
"Mr. Quinn, that van... that van,"
"That van is coming back!"
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