Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

The Base deployed a hundred–man squad. Almost every single one of them was a Super.

June was the star of the team. Everyone flocked to her.

Over half the supers in the squad had been healed by June at some point.

One Tier–2 Pyro was especially hooked. He’d even dumped his girlfriend just to follow June around like a lost puppy, catering to her every need.

June was just stringing him along. She never made the first move, never said no, and she definitely didn’t take any responsibility for him.

June, hop in my ride the Tier–2 Pyro Super, Grant, called out, sounding way too eager.

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The other Supers weren’t about to let him have her all to himself. They all started vying for her attention. “Ride with me, June! I’ve got plenty of room!”

Watching all these “top–tier” guys swarm her, June’s ego hit an all–time high. She loved being the center of their world.

But she didn’t actually want any of them.

Their potential was average at best. Mid.

They weren’t even close to being on her level.

June scanned her options, picked the most luxury ride in the fleet, and hopped in.

The moment she stepped inside, someone was already handing her hot milk tea, snacks, and fresh fruit.

Even in the apocalypse, the elite didn’t suffer. If you had power, life was just as good as it was before the world went to hell.

For those with no skills, hunger was a way of life.

The convoy rolled out, heading straight for the Agri–Science Institute.

They hadn’t been gone from the base long before eyes were on them.

It wasn’t the Undead. It wasn’t the Mutants, either. It was a pack of survivors living on the fringes.

They weren’t base–dwellers.

No food, no gear, no entry. The base didn’t take charity cases–if you were broke, you were out.

They were left to rot in the ruins, scratching out a living any way they could.

When the storms hit, they’d hunkered down in a thirty–story skyscraper.

The place was massive, with more than enough rooms to fit a crowd like that,

As long as the gates were locked tight, the Undead couldn’t get in.

Even the Mutants couldn’t touch them.

The only problem? They had nothing. No food, no gear, nothing.

That building had been a living hell for the past month. The things that happened inside were too sick to even talk about.

Now that the storm had finally let up, the survivors crawled out to scavenge, only to find that most of the supplies were trashed. Everything was either waterlogged or rotting with mold. It was all inedible.

f they wanted a real haul, and they wanted it fast, there was only one way: they had to take it.

Who was the target?

Easy. You hit the ones with the deepest pockets.

And right now, the Base had everything.

It didn’t take long for the scavengers to lock onto the group of Supers.

“Boss, look at ‘em. Check out those clothes,” a scruffy–looking guy hissed, crouching behind a crumbling wall. “While we’re out here starving, never

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