But Ian Chandler looked confused.
"My mom is just a government employee."
’What else could she be?’
"Really?"
Leo Hale was skeptical.
When he and Ian had killed those people earlier, Myra Lawson hadn’t reacted like a typical government employee.
"Nina, where are you going?"
Ian Chandler asked, seeing Nina Jacobs take the Fire Roaring Blade out of the car.
"I’m going to kill some zombies."
Nina Jacobs felt like there was nothing left for her to do here.
’Since I’m idle anyway, I might as well go grind some experience.’
"Count me in."
Leo Hale could feel that some of his Superpower had recovered.
Chelsea Walsh wasn’t in the mood, but Ian Chandler planned to go along too.
"You’re going to kill zombies again?"
Seeing the pleading look on Ian’s face, Myra Lawson immediately gave in.
The rescue team was currently killing zombies just outside the parking lot.
Besides, there weren’t many zombies around, so Ian shouldn’t be in any danger.
"Fine, fine. You can go.
I’ll have Owen Lewis protect you."
Watching Ian happily run toward the two people waiting for him in the distance, Myra Lawson suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
She couldn’t forget the feeling of losing Ian in her dream.
The Ian in her dream couldn’t laugh or cry, like a puppet drained of all life.
He must have been sick, but she couldn’t cure him.
But the Ian before her now was so alive. He could laugh, act cute, and even had a sly, mischievous streak.
’This is so much better,’
Myra Lawson suddenly thought.
That same day, Chester Pearson and Myron Sinclair, who were part of the search and rescue operation, led a team to save over ten more people from Ardmore University.
Three of them were members of Rescue Team 3.
Forrest Walsh was among them.
However, Forrest’s condition was critical. His wounds were severely infected, and he was already in a dangerous state of shock by the time he was brought to the shelter.
It wasn’t just Forrest; the other rescued survivors were also in life-threatening conditions to varying degrees.
They had reportedly been without food or water for nearly six days.
"Antibiotics! Inject him with antibiotics, now!"
"The patient also needs rehydration with Electrolyte Water! We need a large supply of medical-grade Electrolyte Water!"
"..."
The infirmary instantly descended into chaos.
"Wayne Warner, what are you doing here? Are you injured again?"
Josie Joyce was running around, completely swamped.
But Wayne Warner’s massive frame was too conspicuous among the crowd, and she spotted him immediately.
Wayne Warner didn’t answer.
He just placed the two boxes he was carrying in front of Josie Joyce.
"This is..."
Josie Joyce cried out in pleasant surprise.
It was the medical-grade Electrolyte Water they desperately needed!
It was the scarcest resource in the shelter, and it would be a huge help to the survivors rescued today.
Josie Joyce was busy for several hours straight.
When she finally remembered Wayne Warner, she realized he had already left the infirmary long ago.
"Nina Jacobs must have sent him,"
Josie Joyce said with a smile, pulling down her mask.
Nina Jacobs hadn’t expected the Electrolyte Water to be so effective.
In a single afternoon, she had already received over ten bottles of Healing Potion from the System.
And there were only a dozen or so survivors who had been rescued by the helicopter.
’Not that surprising, since I added a little something to it.’
Nina Jacobs had already changed into clean clothes.
She had added Healing Potion to the Electrolyte Water, and now she had earned it all back.
The box on the table had just been delivered by Ian Chandler. Inside was a container of cleaned Crystal Cores.


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