"Hey, you two are really here."
A voice called out. Shirley Lucas saw the two of them and walked straight over.
"I can’t believe they actually let you two out."
"Yeah, it was all a misunderstanding."
Nina Jacobs didn’t know how to explain.
That woman, Miss Quincy, had been kicked by Wayne Warner. She probably died on the spot.
She had only meant to teach the others a lesson.
She just hadn’t expected them to be discovered so quickly.
"A misunderstanding?"
Noticing the people around them looking over, Shirley Lucas quickly lowered her voice.
"But anyway, you two are pretty capable.
I heard Cole Dempsey is planning to take you out to look for supplies?"
Shirley Lucas leaned in and asked.
"You hear things fast,"
Nina Jacobs said, smiling at Shirley Lucas. "I also heard all the Space Superpower Users were taken in for questioning."
’Shirley Lucas is a Space Superpower User too. How did she get out so quickly?’
"I have an alibi.
Besides, I only just got here a few days ago. They know I don’t have any accomplices.
I’ve only been hanging out with you for the past couple of days.
It’s just that we hit it off so well."
Shirley Lucas sat down next to Nina Jacobs and affectionately linked her arm with Nina’s.
She was wearing light makeup today, and her nails were beautifully done. Her long hair was braided into several long pigtails that hung on either side of her face, giving her a youthful and lively look.
"Is that so?"
’Nina still felt Shirley Lucas wasn’t as simple as she seemed.’
"Last night, Scott Stone had me moving supplies.
Every day, supplies are brought in from the outside, and they always need to be moved to the warehouse.
We Space Superpower Users are basically born to be tools."
Shirley Lucas released her arm and sat back down across from Nina, a helpless look on her face.
"This place has a warehouse?"
Nina asked.
"Of course. It was probably built recently, though.
I heard that a large batch of supplies went missing here a while back.
They were meant for the initial establishment of The Alliance."
Shirley Lucas chuckled as she spoke.
"If you ask me, this place must have been targeted a long time ago.
Otherwise, why would one thing go missing today and another tomorrow?
Don’t you think?"
"I think you’re right."
Nina’s mind began to wander.
’If those truckloads of supplies she took back then were meant for the initial establishment of the Superpower User Alliance...’
’...does that mean the masterminds behind this Superpower User Alliance are Liam Grant and Renee Strong?’
"I guess they’re scared. I hear they’re preparing to move the remaining supplies out of the park now."
Shirley Lucas’s words brought Nina back to her senses. "Move them out?"
"To the headquarters, I suppose.
That’s what they said when they were moving the supplies."
Shirley Lucas gave a scornful laugh. "But it seems they don’t really trust Space Superpower Users."
There have been a few cases these past few days of Space Superpower Users loading up with supplies and then bolting.
Plus, there are a lot of incidents on the road. Once a Space Superpower User dies, all the supplies disappear along with them.
"That’s true. Moving supplies is definitely a hassle,"
Nina said.
"We Space Superpower Users have it rough.
It’s bad enough being treated like tools, but the moment something goes missing, we’re the first to be suspected.
There’s no way to clear our names. Ugh!"
Shirley Lucas’s words drew sympathy from some of the people nearby.
"It’s not a big deal, just losing a bit of gold.
What good is gold these days, anyway? Is it really worth making such a fuss?"
"Yeah, exactly. It’s not like we lost supplies. As long as there’s food to eat, we’re fine."
"I heard someone at headquarters is hoarding gold.
Probably thinking of getting rich off the apocalypse, hahaha."
"Headquarters is hoarding gold? Who did you hear that from?"
Shirley Lucas asked, turning her head.
"I forget. I think a Space Superpower User who came from headquarters mentioned it.
They’re collecting gold over there, too. If that’s not hoarding, what is?"


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