Apocalyptic Invasion: I Activated the Apocalyptic Points System

Qin Xu drew the dagger from his waistband, slowed his breathing, and listened intently.

The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps approached from afar, indicating at least two people who seemed to be talking in hushed tones, but it was difficult to hear clearly through the fire door.

Fortunately, the person outside was just passing by and had no intention of coming in; the footsteps gradually faded away.

However, Qin Xu did not rush out the door. Instead, he waited for another minute to make sure there was no noise outside before finally pushing the door open and going out.

After the power outage, the underground parking lot was so dark and thick it felt almost tangible. The musty smell of mold and unknown rotting matter clung to one's stomach like a cold hand.

Qin Xu raised one hand to cover his mouth and nose, while gripping the dagger tightly in the other, cautiously observing his surroundings, especially some dark corners.

Besides preventing the presence of people or monsters, it is even more important to observe whether there is spatial distortion and that eerie mist that can turn people into monsters.

Compared to people and monsters, the eerie fog that respawns without any pattern is the most dangerous!

If the spatial ripples and the barely perceptible gray mist cannot be detected in time, contact with them will result in a direct invasion of the mist virus, turning one into a terrifying monster.

The unknown and the unpredictable are the most dangerous!

A few minutes later.

Qin Xu carefully followed the entrance to the underground parking lot to the ground floor. After looking around, he walked towards the commercial street on the other side of the community.

After arriving at the corner of the commercial street.

He stopped and peered into the street, but didn't see any of the monsters; they must have returned to the mall.

However, just a few dozen meters away, in front of a small supermarket, two men were squatting on the ground, using hydraulic pliers to pry open the lock cylinder on the roller shutter door.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized the two men; they were Zhang Haiyang and Feng Wenlong.

"Tsk~ What a small world! I didn't expect to run into them here. Could these be the two people in the underground parking garage?"

Seeing the two people trying to pry open the door, Qin Xu subconsciously gripped his dagger tighter, his eyes gradually turning cold. These two people were full of malice towards him.

One of them stood outside the car window and stared at him for a long time in the middle of the night; it would be absolutely impossible for him not to have any bad intentions.

He didn't act rashly, but secretly observed the two men's belongings, pondering how to send them to have tea with the King of Hell.

At the entrance of a small supermarket.

Feng Wenlong was squatting on the ground using hydraulic pliers to pry open the lock, while Zhang Haiyang squatted beside him, holding a machete, occasionally looking up to survey the surroundings.

When he looked up at the street corner, Qin Xu quickly hid back and was not discovered.

Snap!

The lock cylinder on the roller shutter door was pried open. Feng Wenlong then reached into his pocket, pulled out a screwdriver, removed the broken lock cylinder, and turned the screwdriver a few times.

Then, he grabbed the handle of the roller shutter door and pulled it up with force, raising the roller shutter door more than a meter high with a whoosh.

"Done!"

Feng Wenlong bent down and crawled inside. Zhang Haiyang looked around and followed him in, pulling down the roller shutter door behind him.

The lights in the supermarket dimmed instantly.

The two glanced at the shelves; the supplies on them had dwindled considerably.

"Could someone be hiding here?" Feng Wenlong muttered to himself, picked up a ham, tore open the packaging, and started eating.

"How can someone be hiding in the supermarket every time?" Zhang Haiyang frowned slightly, thinking it couldn't be that coincidental that he could always pick a supermarket where someone was hiding.

"If there's anyone, just kill them!" A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he reached for a large square ham on the shelf and bit open the packaging.

He ate the ham in big bites as he walked inside, looking at the goods on the shelves and the layout of the entire small supermarket.

The entire small supermarket is only about 20 square meters. There is a staircase at the back leading to the second floor. If it is not a warehouse, the upstairs should be where the owner lives.

"Could there really be someone there?" Zhang Haiyang subconsciously gripped his machete, stood at the top of the stairs, held his breath, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from the second floor.

"Haiyang, we're rich now! This food is enough to last us a while..." Feng Wenlong was excitedly speaking when Zhang Haiyang raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Don't make a sound, there might be someone hiding upstairs."

"Someone else is here again?" Feng Wenlong muttered to himself as he approached Zhang Haiyang.

"Shh!" Zhang Haiyang raised his hand to signal Feng Wenlong to be quiet, pointed upstairs, gripped the machete in his hand, and walked up the stairs step by step.

Seeing this, Feng Wenlong raised his hand and made an OK sign, stuffed the hydraulic shears into his backpack, and then pulled out a machete.

As the apocalypse began, most people wanted to run away but had nowhere to go. Those with ample supplies hid at home like ostriches, turning a deaf ear to everything outside their doors.

They believed that the authorities would soon resolve the massive rift in the sky, eliminate the terrifying monsters and the eerie mist, and restore social order.

This was the true thought in the minds of most people in the early days of the apocalypse, and the owners of this small supermarket thought the same way.

You can't just abandon a supermarket you've invested hundreds of thousands of yuan in, can you?

They couldn't take all of these supplies with them.

Moreover, the area around the neighborhood is safe for the time being, and the streets are just a bit deserted, which makes the two young couples in their thirties think that the situation is not serious.

But the huge crack in the sky, the monsters roaming the streets, and the completely paralyzed network communications and water, electricity, and gas systems proved that this was the end of the world!

When they heard the sound of prying open the door, the shop owners, a couple, hid in their second-floor bedroom. The chubby man nervously gripped a kitchen knife.

A young woman in casual clothes huddled under the bed, trembling, her hand tightly covering her mouth, her peach-blossom eyes filled with terror.

"Xiao Qing, no matter what happens, you must not come out!" The man whispered to the young woman under the bed, pulling the sheet down a little.

Zhang Haiyang's foot creaked softly on the old stairs, a sound that made your teeth ache.

The sound was like a thunderclap in the dead silence. The young woman under the bed trembled and bit her hand hard to suppress the scream.

The man behind the door had cold sweat beading on his forehead, and the kitchen knife was trembling slightly.

Soon, Feng Wenlong and Zhang Haiyang, each holding a machete, arrived at the bedroom door on the second floor, stopped, and listened intently.

At that very moment, Qin Xu appeared like a ghost, clinging to the outside of the small supermarket's roller shutter door.

Inside, Feng Wenlong's excited whispers and Zhang Haiyang's footsteps going upstairs could be faintly heard; upstairs, however, there was a deathly silence of fear.

He gripped a dagger, his eyes cold, a clear plan forming in his mind—this was not a rescue, but a predatory killing.