"Captain Pearson, you’re being too polite.
If you suffer any serious injuries in the future, Renee will still do her best to treat you, so there’s no need for thanks today."
Liam Grant left the infirmary, dragging a reluctant Renee Strong with him.
"Is he cursing me?"
Chester Pearson asked, stunned.
"That’s right."
Nina Jacobs hadn’t expected Chester Pearson to speak up for her, but she felt a bit of sympathy for him at that moment.
Liam Grant knew Chester Pearson’s fate, just as she did.
That’s why he didn’t take Captain Pearson seriously at all.
"That guy, Grant, got promoted to detachment commander today.
I heard from Justin Lawson that he usually performs well and his Superpower is quite exceptional.
But if you ask me, he’s no good."
Daniel Hale was on speaking terms with Justin Lawson, so he knew a few things about what went on in the shelter.
"No wonder. His Superpower is certainly impressive.
What can I do? I’m not talented enough and have no one to teach me.
Maybe this old-timer is about to be surpassed by the new generation!
Sigh!"
Chester Pearson had a helpless, bitter look on his face. Although he seemed to be joking, Nina Jacobs could see his envy.
’Liam Grant’s Superpower only seemed so impressive because most Superpower Users didn’t know how to use their abilities yet.’
’He just had the advantage of information and practice.’
"It’s too late today. You can come find me in the next couple of days if you have time."
As soon as Nina Jacobs said this, Chester Pearson’s eyes lit up.
’Nina Jacobs is really willing to teach me?’
"By the way, about that Forrest Walsh you were looking for earlier..."
"I might have some news about him,"
Chester Pearson said.
Chelsea Walsh and Leo Hale had been waiting near the shelter all day.
But Forrest Walsh still hadn’t returned.
When they heard Captain Pearson had news, their first reaction was disbelief.
"Among the survivors we rescued today, a few university students said they were saved by members of the third detachment."
Chester Pearson had been invited to their residence, and both Leo Hale and Chelsea Walsh had rushed back.
Forrest Walsh was the captain of the third detachment.
But so far, not a single person from the third detachment had returned.
"Where did they see them?
Did anyone see my brother?"
Chelsea Walsh asked immediately.
"At Ardmore University. Someone rescued those students and claimed to be from the third detachment.
But after they got out, they lost track of the rescuers."
"They said one of the rescue team members had a shoulder injury. Maybe that was your brother."
This was all Chester Pearson knew.
He wanted to say that it was unlikely the third detachment would make it back.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
The number of zombies in the Ardmore University area was enormous. In his opinion, the fact that Forrest Walsh had managed to lead the third detachment in there and even rescue some people was already pushing their limits.
"I have to find my brother."
Tears welled up in Chelsea Walsh’s eyes.
"But didn’t Captain Pearson say that area is extremely dangerous?
Maybe we can think of another way."
Daniel Hale strongly disapproved of Chelsea Walsh’s decision.
The entire campus was crawling with zombies. Anyone who went would be committing suicide.
"What other way is there?
I believe Forrest is still alive. He wouldn’t die that easily,"
Leo Hale said.
In his heart, Forrest Walsh was like an omnipotent big brother. He had never imagined he could die.
"Our mission route tomorrow actually passes by that area."
Chester Pearson looked at the group, his meaning obvious.
Perhaps going with his rescue team would be safer.
"Can you take us with you?
We can kill zombies too!"
Chelsea Walsh said immediately upon hearing this.
"If we go with Captain Pearson’s team, it would indeed be much safer."
Daniel Hale could see that his son was determined to find Forrest Walsh.
Since they were going anyway, it was better to go with Chester Pearson.


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