Post-Apocalyptic: Unlimited Resources, Neighbor's Wife and Sister Beg for the Door to Open

Chapter 157 Arresting people requires evidence? Do you think I'm made of clay?! (Please continue reading)

Ji Muxue is considered a celebrity at the Tianquan Base.

After all, that suit of armor was so cool, and she herself was a top-tier beauty; even with an extra scar, she was still extremely charming.

He could be considered a superstar in the apocalypse.

Behind her was a white-haired man carrying a corpse.

This is absolutely something to be incredibly excited about.

A large crowd of onlookers quickly gathered.

After all, in this kind of apocalypse, most people do have nothing to do.

There were hardly any entertainment options; everyone just came to watch the spectacle.

Those who knew some of the details quickly relayed the information to everyone, and soon everyone knew what had happened.

Some of those who had been bullied by Dou Xiujie looked at Ji Muxue with expectant eyes, as if they were looking at a great hero.

The biting wind whipped up dark gray dust from the ground, which lashed against Ji Muxue's cold purple dragon armor, making a soft rustling sound.

The white-haired man held his girlfriend Xiaoxi's body, wrapped in an old blanket, tightly in his arms. His knuckles were white from the force, and he was breathing rapidly.

Their figures stopped in front of the gate of the Tianquan Base military control area, which was welded with menacing iron spikes, like two stones thrown into stagnant water.

The gate was lined with sentries, and the soldiers, dressed in worn-out uniforms and carrying guns, looked wary yet numb.

In the distance, some base civilians, wrapped in tattered burlap and emaciated, huddled in a sheltered corner, looking at this place with complicated expressions.

They arrived slowly, as Dou Xiujie's henchmen had already informed him of the matter beforehand.

Ji Muxue's gaze pierced through the visor of the armor and locked onto the person who was hurriedly escorted out by guards.

Dou Xiujie, a young man in his early twenties, was wearing a brand-new, warm woolen military uniform. His hair was slicked back, and his face was plastered with a pretentious look of astonishment and a polite smile, but deep in his eyes lay contempt and mockery.

"Hey! Isn't this our Purple Dragon Goddess from the Backing Mountain Society? What's with all this fuss at my doorstep? Oh, and who's she carrying..."

Dou Xiujie exaggeratedly dragged out the sound, her gaze sweeping over the blanket in the white-haired man's arms as if it were a pile of garbage.

"Someone died? Tsk tsk tsk, what bad luck. Doesn't someone die every day at this base? Instead of burying them, you come to the military-controlled area to block the gate? Isn't that a bit inappropriate, Vice Chairman Ji?"

The white-haired man's chest heaved violently, and a suppressed growl escaped his throat:

"Dou Xiujie! Did you kill Xiaoxi?! She was dead last night..."

"Hey—stop, stop, stop!"

Dou Xiujie immediately raised his hands, making an innocent surrender gesture, his smile widening. He would never admit to such a thing.

There are some things he can do, but he can't admit to.

"Brother, you can't just spout nonsense! Who do you think I am, Dou Xiujie? My father is a commander of ten thousand men, and my second uncle is the captain of the base's combat team! I'm an upright man, why would I look up to people like you... Heh!"

He glanced at Qin Feng's old coat, not finishing his sentence, but his contempt was palpable.

"I don't even know your Xiao Xi! Besides, where's the evidence? These days, corpses are everywhere. Who knows if she died from insect bites, starvation, freezing, or... hehe, was defiled by some blind stray dog?"

He spread his hands, his voice rising, as if addressing an invisible audience:

"Arrest people based on evidence! This is the apocalypse, but our Tianquan Base still has rules! Vice President Ji, you're a person of standing, you can't be ignorant of the rules, can you? Just because this madman is holding a mangled corpse, trying to pin this on me? Who would believe that?"

The air was filled with the faint stench of rust, substandard fuel, and decaying corpses.

Dou Xiujie's every word was like a barbed whip, lashing at the white-haired man's bleeding wounds.

The crowd was deathly silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the tattered tarpaulin.

Ji Muxue remained motionless.

Behind the mask, the eyes stared at Dou Xiujie's pretentious face, watching his chin slightly raised as he "reasoned" with him, and the uncontrollable, victorious smile on his lips.

He was enjoying the feeling of trampling on other people's dignity and pain; that was his greatest pleasure. Enough.

Just before Dou Xiujie spoke again, intending to crush Qin Feng's last shred of dignity with even more vicious words, Ji Muxue made a move.

There was no roar, no warning.

"sulfuric acid--!"

The Purple Dragon Armor seemed to come alive suddenly, transforming into a purple-red afterimage that tore through the air.

It was so fast that it produced a sharp, piercing whistle!
"Protect Young Master Dou!" "Stop her!" "Fire!"

The guards' exclamations and the sound of a gun being cocked had barely begun when Ji Muxue's spear transformed into a purple dragon.
Lightning-fast thrusts, precise and heavy strikes, and fierce swirling sweeps.

The cold tip of the gun sparked blindingly, and the heavy force sent the soldier blocking the way flying, gun and all.

Screams, the clanging of guns falling to the ground, and the muffled thuds of bodies hitting the metal door filled the air in an instant.

A fighting instinct seemed to be ingrained in her blood. Her footwork was ghostly, each twist and turn precisely avoiding thrusting bayonets and bullets at tricky angles.

She had only one target—Dou Xiujie, who was still in shock and trying to back away!
"You bitch! How dare you!"

Dou Xiujie's composure finally shattered, replaced by a ferocious look of terror. The reason he was so arrogant was that he thought Ji Muxue wouldn't dare to do anything in the end, after all, he had the military control area behind him, and his father was a commander of ten thousand men.

As he backed away, he frantically tried to reach for the pistol at his waist.

late.

A hand covered in cold armor plates reached out like an iron clamp and gripped his wrist tightly before he could even touch the gun handle.

The other arm precisely tightened around his neck!

"Uh!"

Dou Xiujie felt an irresistible force coming at him. His neck tightened, and a suffocating feeling, accompanied by a chilling aura of death, instantly seized him, making him forget how to activate his pitiful superpower.

Then he was knocked unconscious.

"go!"

Ji Muxue's voice, coming through the mask, was deep, resolute, and left no room for doubt.

As she spoke, the spear in her hand vanished, flames rose beneath her feet, and she grabbed the white-haired man's shoulder with one hand. The latter was tightly holding his girlfriend's corpse when they were lifted into the air.

The Purple Dragon Armor's built-in Purple Dragon Escape Technique allows her to unleash flight speeds comparable to those of a fifth-tier superhuman.

Although it was only a very brief moment, it was enough for them to break out of the base.

A moment later, in a small building in the military-controlled area.

"What did you say?!!"

A deafening roar shook the dust off the roof.

Dou Wanshan, a tall man with white hair and beard, slammed the purple clay teapot in his hand to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

Scalding hot tea and shards splashed all over the floor, and also onto the face of the guard kneeling on the ground to report.

"That bitch Ji Muxue!!"

The veins on Dou Wanshan's forehead bulged, and his eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with a ferocious rage that seemed ready to devour anyone in its path.

"They snatched him! They injured the sentry and broke out of the base? Very well! What a powerful backer! What a Ji Muxue! Do they really think I, Dou Wanshan, am made of clay?!"

He suddenly kicked over the broken wooden table in front of him, and the sound of the table leg breaking rang out loudly.

"Messenger!!"

(End of this chapter)