I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Wang Wei was in a great mood.

By a twist of fate, Qian Mengxun was about to send him a large number of safety points again.

Moreover, and most importantly, they can also harvest a batch of superpowered individuals along the way.

While Wang Wei was happily calculating his earnings, two "laborers" were still working diligently.

One is Zhao Lie, and the other is Fatty Li.

After receiving the mission, Zhao Lie led a group of people westward to capture foreign superhumans according to the list of strongholds given to him by Wang Wei.

On the western border of the Dragon Kingdom, a crimson fog blanketed the area, obscuring only the distant, undulating mountain ranges.

Fortunately, he provided the exact location, so I didn't need to search for it myself.

Zhao Lie led dozens of superhumans from Jiangnan City and swooped down.

The sound of something tearing through the air ripped through the crimson mist, and dozens of figures, like sharp swords, stirred the mist violently.

They landed above an abandoned town at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Lie hovered in mid-air, scanning the dilapidated buildings below.

"Get out here!"

Zhao Lie's voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky.

His lightning-based supernatural power erupted from his body, and a blinding bolt of lightning exploded, instantly evaporating the crimson mist within a radius of several hundred meters.

Suddenly, the view opened up, revealing dozens of foreign superhumans below.

They hid in a half-collapsed building, looking up in terror.

Although the number is small, they are all S-class ability users.

Without saying a word, Zhao Lie immediately went all out.

In recent days, he has witnessed too many tragic scenes with Chen Junjie.

Mass graves, skeletons, stripped human flesh, and rations for captive animals.

He had long since lost all pity for those with supernatural abilities from abroad.

Terrifying lightning power surged from his palm, transforming into a massive electric net that blanketed the sky and earth.

"OMG!"

"Shit!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Dozens of white men, their faces filled with terror, were unable to speak clearly as they fled in panic.

A white woman stood there watching the lightning strike from the sky, her eyes filled with despair.

She had already sensed Zhao Lie's level of superpower.

These people were no match for them, not to mention there were dozens of others who were no weaker than them.

"Too late..." she murmured, closing her eyes and waiting for death.

Those white superhumans who tried to escape fell straight down the moment they touched the electric grid.

One after another, they fell from mid-air.

A few seconds later, the power grid dissipated.

Dozens of superhumans lay on the ground, their bodies charred black and foaming at the mouth.

Zhao Lie glanced at it with disdain and said coldly, "Take him away."

The superhumans from Jiangnan City filed down behind them, using their powers to restrain the half-dead prisoners.

"Next location." Zhao Lie turned around and flew towards the next coordinate.

......

Hundreds of miles north of Jiangnan City, Fatty Li, accompanied by two S-class female superhumans, traversed through ruins.

A crimson fog enveloped everything, reducing visibility to less than ten meters even in open areas.

The three of them weren't greatly affected by their special abilities, but Fatty Li looked worried, as if someone owed him two million.

Where can you find the "living dead" that Wang Wei is looking for?

Fatty Li didn't want to just find some random trash to take back as a report.

He only dared to call someone "Brother Wang" after he demonstrated his value.

This event was undoubtedly an opportunity for him to prove his worth.

So Fatty Li took it very seriously and set off that very day with his two women.

However, after searching all the way, no suitable target was found.

"It's over..." Fatty Li frowned, "Brother Wang needs a batch, but I haven't found a single one yet."

The two female superpowered individuals could only watch helplessly.

Even the women beneath him didn't reveal a single detail; neither of them knew who he was looking for.

The three traveled north, passing by many ruined towns and villages along the way.

As darkness fell, Fatty Li finally stopped amidst the ruins.

"Sir, this looks like a warehouse," the female superhuman beside him said softly.

"Hmm," Fatty Li replied.

Below, a pile of iron frames stood crookedly on the ground, like a skinned skeleton.

Fatty Li's gaze was fixed on a collapsed section of the dilapidated warehouse below. "Follow me."

With that, he flew off first. Two female superhumans followed closely behind.

Fatty Li entered the warehouse, crawled into the collapsed area, kicked aside a few planks and a pile of dry grass, revealing a narrow cellar entrance underneath.

He frowned, bent down, and crawled inside.

The cellar was small, about ten square meters, filled with empty cans and plastic bags, and there were traces of a fire nearby.

The air was filled with the musty smell of decay and a certain indescribable sweet and fishy odor.

In the corner, there were several planks of wood, on which a tattered blanket and several quilts were laid.

A person was lying on the blanket.

To be precise, it was two people.

A young woman lay on her side, her head against the wall, motionless.

She had a little girl, about seven or eight years old, curled up in her arms. Her hair was messy and stuck to her face, and her face was so dirty that you couldn't tell its original color.

The little girl clung tightly to the woman's arm, even as she fell asleep.

Fatty Li took a few steps closer and saw the woman's face clearly.

A face that was extremely pale, with purple lips, sunken eyes, and prominent cheekbones.

There was a trace of dried blood at the corner of her mouth, which stretched down to her chin.

He looked down at the little girl.

The little girl's mouth was moving, as if she was chewing something in her dream.

Her lips were greasy, and she was clutching a small, dark red piece of meat in her hand, about the size of a fingernail, the type of meat indistinguishable.

Fatty Li squatted down and reached out to check the woman's breath—it was icy cold.

He is already dead.

He reached out and lifted a corner of the blanket, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The woman's leg was missing.

Below the knees, the trouser legs clung together loosely, with nothing underneath.

The wound had been roughly bandaged with rags, and the bleeding had long since stopped.

But more likely, there is no more blood to flow.

Fatty Li's brows were tightly furrowed.

"Nonsense...you don't even know what you're doing, why are you blindly imitating things..."

His voice was somewhat disdainful, yet it carried a tremor that even he himself didn't realize.

"Master..." the female superhuman behind him asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Fatty Li did not answer.

He reached out and gently pulled the blanket over the woman's body.

"Bring the little girl out." His voice was a little hoarse. "Be gentle."

A female superhuman carefully picked up the little girl, trying not to disturb her.

The little girl frowned in her sleep, mumbled "Mommy," and then fell into a deep sleep again.

She was still clutching the piece of meat in her hand, refusing to let go, her fingers clenched as if welded shut.

Fatty Li straightened up and took one last look at the woman.

She lay on her side, her eyes not fully closed, leaving a narrow slit as she looked toward the cellar exit.