My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Rita bit her lip and said, “It was my husband who told me to come and tell you.”

Ray was a little surprised. “Your husband actually sent you here?”

“Yes, yes!” Rita nodded, her cheeks flushing bright red.

At first, her husband had been furious, wishing he could have torn Ray to pieces. But after a few days of hunger, Snarky Guy gradually changed his mind.

They were on the brink of death; what was there to care about?

So he had even taken the initiative to send her to Ray.

But could she really admit that? That would be too embarrassing!

“My husband believes Lauren could never beat you, so he had me warn you instead. Consider it him trying to curry favor with you,” Rita added.

Because of the blackout, the entire garage was pitch black day and night. Ray didn’t wait until evening–he took Leo out for a walk at noon. After half an hour, Leo, too sensitive to the cold, couldn’t bear it anymore, and they returned to the villa.

But just as he approached the passage, Ray froze.

He stepped back a few paces and shone his flashlight ahead.

Two bodies were missing.

Ray was certain–he had personally killed them, so he knew exactly how many corpses should have been there. Two were gone.

Corpses don’t grow legs and walk away, and the toxins in the hail only killed people–they didn’t turn them into zombies. So those two bodies hadn’t turned and run off.

There was only one possibility: someone had taken them.

Why?

Food.

In his previous life, Ray had been betrayed by his ex–wife’s family, dismembered and used as food. That had made him extremely sensitive to situations like this.

Considering the time–this was already the twelfth day of the apocalypse–it wasn’t surprising that so many people had run out of food and had turned to scavenging corpses.

After all, when people are starving, they would eat everything and anything.

Ray sighed. The grim scene of humans eating humans was unfolding once again.

In the face of survival, both men and women abandoned dignity and morality, reverting to a primal state.

Shaking his head, Ray led Leo back to the villa.

That night, in Bruce’s apartment, over twenty people had gathered.

Bruce sat in a chair, smoking the last cigarette in the pack. Even though it was down to the butt, he couldn’t bear to throw it away. In fact, he had been incredibly frugal to make a single pack last this long.

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“Prepare to move,” he finally said, flicking the cigarette butt away.

“Yeah!” everyone responded in unison.

Bruce was smart, influential, and most importantly, he had four highly skilled bodyguards. Everyone respected him, creating a cohesion that people like Thomas or Wesley had never managed.

They grabbed their tools and headed out. Even Bruce’s mistress came along, carrying her child.

The goal for tonight was to take over Ray’s villa. Once they had the villa, what did they need this house for?

The group quickly arrived at the villa–but they didn’t enter through the passage.

“Smash it,” Bruce said coldly.

Immediately, two men stepped forward, carrying large sledgehammers.

Over the past few days, Bruce had done more than recruit people–he had prepared carefully. He had collected big sledgehammers, conveniently provided by a nearby family doing renovations.

Knowing that the villa’s sprinkler system in the passage could spray poisonous water under Ray’s control, Bruce wasn’t about to make a rookie mistake by entering the passage.

There were no doors? Then they would break the wall.

The two men started hammering the wall.

Soon, the first pair grew tired, setting down the sledgehammers. “Switch!”

They were exhausted.

The next wave continued. The sledgehammers were designed for breaking walls, so soon they had created a hole big enough for one person to squeeze through. They had gone through five shifts of workers.

Sebastian Arby, one of the bodyguards, laughed. “Ray has probably heard this, but we aren’t doing things the conventional way. We aren’t entering through the passage–he can only stay in there and wait.”

Another bodyguard, Owen Kirby, laughed too. “That’s exactly why Bruce is our boss. Rules? Who needs ‘em. Why use the door when you can just smash through a wall? Seriously, change your thinking, and the whole world opens up.”

Bruce smiled reservedly but felt proud inside. He was already calculating the potential gains of this operation.

The worker swung for a final strike, intending to fully break the wall–but the force reverberated through his hands, cracking his palms. Every bone trembled and his insides shook violently.

What was happening?

“Why is it making this sound?”

“Sounds like metal hitting something.”

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