The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 712

A few of the others grinned. "Don't worry, Vince. We'll take very good care of her."

However, at least one of them still had some common sense.

"That woman's armed, and she clearly knows how to handle herself. You don't even have your gun anymore. Isn't this a little reckless?"

He barely finished speaking before someone kicked him.

"If you're scared, get lost!"

A lackey in a floral shirt pulled out a gun and handed it to Vince with a flattering grin.

"Anyone who disrespects Vince disrespects all of us. We're taking care of those women today."

Vince took the gun and checked it. There were only two bullets, but that was enough.

He wore a bulletproof vest and brought plenty of people with him. No matter how tough that woman was, he figured she couldn't take on all of them at once.

Last time, he only got hurt because he let his guard down. This time, he was going to make her beg.

"Once it gets dark, we'll surround the place. We'll make her cry and beg for…"

Before he could finish, the man in the floral shirt suddenly crumpled to the ground. A bullet went straight through his forehead, and his eyes stayed wide open.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

The others stared in shock. A clean headshot from that distance was no ordinary shot.

They froze for a second before someone screamed, "Run!"

All their earlier arrogance vanished. They scattered in every direction, abandoning Vince without a second thought.

But they couldn't outrun bullets.

One after another, they dropped before they could even scream. It was as if Death himself was hunting them down, cutting them down one by one.

Vince shook so badly that he couldn't even hold the gun. It slipped from his hand and hit the ground.

Nicole looked cold and unreadable, while Poppy still looked sweet and harmless. One was like a black widow, the other an angel.

But now Vince knew better. They were the real monsters.

Realizing he had no chance of escaping, he suddenly spotted the handgun lying nearby. He rolled toward it, desperate to grab it and shoot them first.

He almost made it. His fingertips brushed the gun just as a foot came down on his hand.

Pain shot through his fingers, and he screamed.

Poppy bent down, picked up the gun, and smiled at him. She twirled it easily around her finger.

His eyes widened. He had seen people who knew their way around guns before, but none of them came close to her.

Only then did he finally understand. It had all been an act. The sweet, innocent girl he'd seen before was never real.

This was the real Poppy.