Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist

He had a typical white face, but at this moment it appeared particularly ferocious and distorted due to some kind of violent change.

His skin was as rough as sandpaper, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were completely red, devoid of any human emotion, only displaying the ferocity and savagery of a wild beast before it hunts.

He was the leader of this gang of outlaws, Warden, a former high-ranking member of the KKK who had undergone a horrific mutation after absorbing dimensional energy; now, people in the underworld called him "The Butcher."

"So... you bunch of useless trash not only didn't get a single hair, but you were chased back like stray dogs with your tails between your legs?"

Warden's voice was deep and hoarse, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other, each word carrying a pressure that could stop your heart.

The people kneeling on the ground trembled like leaves in the wind, their heads almost buried in the dirty carpet.

“Boss… that guy… that guy isn’t human! He’s a complete devil!” a survivor cried out.

“Yes! The speed… that speed was too fast! We couldn’t even see how he moved! The gun had just gone off when he… he was right in front of Boss Randy, and then… Boss Randy’s head… just like that… was gone!” another added, his voice trembling with fear.

"And his car... that Hummer was practically a mobile fortress! Our rifle bullets didn't even leave a white mark on it!"

The survivors offered their explanations in a cacophony of voices, their voices filled with the terror of surviving a catastrophe, desperately trying to blame their crushing defeat on the inhuman strength of their opponents, rather than their own incompetence.

Warden listened quietly without interrupting, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly, a dangerous glint flashing deep within them.

He didn't react immediately, and this unusual calm made his men even more fearful. Instead, they slowly turned their gaze to another corner of the living room.

There, in stark contrast to the clean and orderly Su Hui villa, it was a scene of utter desolation and chaos.

The expensive handmade carpet was covered in suspicious dark red stains, undried vomit, and various unidentified liquids, emitting a nauseating sour smell.

The once luxurious and elegant furniture was overturned and many pieces had fallen apart. Food scraps, empty bottles, cigarette butts, and used syringes were scattered everywhere.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, alcohol, and some kind of chemical, all mixed together to create an intense atmosphere that symbolized utter depravity and apocalyptic despair.

Several women, barely clothed and with greasy, disheveled hair, huddled in a corner, their eyes numb and empty, like soulless puppets.

They may have once been darlings of the Hollywood spotlight, glamorous models, actresses, or heiresses, but in this cruel apocalypse, they lost all dignity and value, becoming mere tools for these desperados to vent their desires and trample on at will.

Their existence seemed to be nothing more than an insignificant, dirty decoration in this chaotic scene, no different in essence from the garbage scattered on the ground.

Warden's gaze finally settled on his feet.

A woman was kneeling there humbly, her revealing clothes barely covering her vital parts, outlining the curves of her once beautiful body. The fabric was pitifully thin, and her posture was so lowly that she was practically in the dust.

In order to survive, she almost instinctively adopted a fawning posture, like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, gently swaying its hips to silently please the monster-like master at her feet.

Her face still faintly retains the stunningly beautiful features of yesteryear, a face that frequently appeared on the covers of top Hollywood blockbusters and major fashion magazines, hailed by the media and fans as a "sweetheart angel".

But now, all that remains on that face is a deliberately fawning smile and an undisguised deep fear.

Her eyes, which once shone like emeralds and drove countless men mad with infatuation, are now dull and lifeless, filled only with emptiness and despair, as if all hope has been drained away.

Warden seemed to find it somewhat boring. His rough, calloused hands, with purple veins, casually grabbed the woman's long blonde hair and lifted her head as if it were an object, forcing her to look up at him.

"Did you hear that, Eileen?"

He looked at the face that had once haunted the dreams of countless men and asked in a flat tone, but his crimson eyes were devoid of warmth, filled only with icy indifference.

The actress called Eileen froze instantly, forcing a deeper, more humble smile onto her face, her voice trembling noticeably.

“I…I heard it, Master.”

“Someone dared to run wild on my turf, killed my men, and even brought a really hot girl with him.”

Warden's lips curled into an extremely cruel arc, revealing a twisted and bloodthirsty smile, with what appeared to be undried bloodstains between his rough teeth.

"What do you think I should do with him?"

Eileen's body trembled even more violently, cold sweat soaking her thin clothes. She knew that if she answered carelessly, she might suffer inhuman torture that was worse than death.

She forced her unfocused gaze to refocus, looking directly into those terrifying crimson eyes that seemed to burn with hellfire, and spoke in the softest, most submissive voice she could muster.

"Master...Master, you are invincible! Here, no one can challenge your majesty!"

"That reckless yellow-skinned monkey and his slutty woman will become your spoils! Their flesh and bones will be the best nourishment for you to become even stronger!"

Her words were full of deliberate flattery and malice.

In order to survive, she had long since abandoned her dignity.

"Hahahaha!"

Warden let out a shrill, unpleasant laugh, like polishing rusty iron, and roughly slapped Eileen's soft cheek with his large hand, so hard that a trickle of bright red blood immediately spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Well said! That's fucking well said! No wonder it's my favorite pet dog!"

He abruptly released his grip, letting Eileen fall back onto the cold carpet like a rag doll. She immediately curled up, lying prone like a real dog, not daring to make the slightest unnecessary movement.

Warden's gaze returned to his trembling subordinates still kneeling on the ground. In his crimson eyes, greed and savagery shone brightly, growing ever more intense.

"A yellow-skinned monkey with some brute strength, driving a well-modified Hummer?"

"And he brought along a pretty hot girl..."

He stuck out his rough, thick tongue and slowly licked his chapped lips, his expression like that of a hyena that had been without water for three days in the desert and had finally found its tender and juicy prey.

fear?

The word had long since vanished from his mind, which had been distorted and swollen by the erosion of dimensional energy.

The erosion of dimensional energy not only caused terrifying distortions in his body and a geometric increase in his strength, but also amplified the most primal brutality, greed, and sense of racial superiority deep within him.

In Warden's distorted perception, he believed himself to be the chosen one by God.

The superior white race is a race specially blessed by God, and he will become a god-like ruler in this cruel, dog-eat-dog new world of the apocalypse!

Therefore, he was not afraid of the "neighbor" who suddenly appeared; on the contrary, he developed an extremely strong interest in everything Su Hui owned.

A strong opponent likely possesses some unknown secret or a special evolutionary path.

That sturdy war machine is the perfect tool for him to expand his power and crush all resistance in the future.

As for women... he never has too many, especially these wild "little wildcats" who dare to rebel in the apocalypse. It's more fun to capture, tame, and ravage them by hand.

"It seems our new neighbor has brought us a special welcome gift."

Warden muttered to himself, a cold and malicious glint of calculation flashing in his crimson eyes.

He gave the order to a subordinate who looked slightly calmer and less limp.

"Pete, you take two smart guys and send out those modified 'Predator' drones to keep a 24-hour watch on that villa."

"I need to know exactly how many of them there are, what weapons they have, and when that yellow-skinned monkey and his hot girl will show up."

"Remember, stay at maximum altitude, use thermal imaging, and don't fucking get too close and get spotted! If you're exposed, I'll crush your heads and shove them into the toilet!"

The subordinate named Pete hurriedly nodded and bowed, forcing a fawning smile on his face.

"Yes, boss! Don't worry! I guarantee the mission will be completed! There won't be any problems!"

Warden then swept his fierce gaze across the others.

"Get out of here, you bunch of useless trash! Get all the brothers who can still breathe in place, clean their weapons, and load them up!"

"Once Pete has figured out the situation, we'll go and visit our new neighbors ourselves."

A hideous smile spread across his face, filled with bloodlust, as if he had already tasted the blood of his prey.

"That car, the supplies inside, and that woman... I want it all!"

"Especially that new girl, I heard she's got a pretty face and a great figure? Perfect, let's grab her and let the brothers have a taste of the good life!"

His gaze swept over the numb, zombie-like women in the corner again, filled with naked possessiveness and sadism.

The few survivors kneeling on the ground seemed to have heard a pardon, and they scrambled away, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be torn to pieces by their boss on the spot.

Soon, only Warden and his humble "pet" Eileen, who was as insignificant as dust at his feet, remained in the living room.

Warden picked up a nearly empty crystal whiskey bottle from the low table next to him, tilted his head back, and poured the last bit of cloudy liquor into his mouth.

The alcohol seemed to further fuel the ferocity in his bones. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the silhouette of the brightly lit mansion on the opposite hilltop, as if he wanted to devour it alive.

"Anyone who dares to mess with me, Worden, in Beverly Hills... no matter who you are, you and your men are dead..."

He hissed in a low voice, his voice filled with impending violence and greed.

His fist clenched slowly, his knuckles making a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and the dark purple veins on his arm throbbed even more violently.

It seemed to foreshadow an impending bloody storm.

In this apocalypse, only one king is allowed.

That's him, Warden!

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Tina and Mary ultimately decided to follow Su Hui.

Seeing that the two had made their choices, Su Hui nodded and stood up.

Under the girls' watchful eyes, he reached out and gently ruffled Mary's hair, speaking softly:

"Come with me. You won't have to hide in the underground shelter anymore. I'll protect you."

"By the way, my name is Su Hui. Mary, if you'd like, you can call me brother from now on."

After saying that, Su Hui nodded to Tina, and without waiting for their reply, turned and walked towards the exit of the shelter.

Tina and Mary exchanged a glance, suppressed their complicated thoughts, and followed closely behind.

After climbing the upward metal stairs, the three returned to the study on the first floor.

Su Hui led the two out of the study and casually pointed upstairs.

“Mary, now that this is your home, you can go back to your own room. Tina, the same goes for you. There are plenty of empty rooms upstairs, so find a place to rest.”

"As for other things, we'll talk about them tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Su Hui."

Tina bowed slightly.

Nodding, Su Hui ignored the two and headed straight for the master bedroom.

Tina watched Su Hui's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

This man is powerful, mysterious, and cold, yet he also seems... not entirely heartless.

At least, he didn't do anything to them immediately, as she had feared most.

Silent all night.

The next morning. Mei is here, you're free, Lin is here...?

When Harley came downstairs yawning, she was only wearing a loose white t-shirt by Su Hui, the hem swaying with her movements.

The loose fabric couldn't conceal her curvaceous figure, barely covering her upper thighs.

As she moved, the snow-white skin hidden beneath her clothes was dazzling and elastic. Her full breasts stretched the letters on the front of her t-shirt so much that they were slightly deformed, outlining an amazing curve. Her two smooth, well-proportioned, and straight long legs were exposed to the cool morning air without any cover.

She had just woken up and was in a lazy posture. Her blonde hair was messily draped over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks and neck. She stretched out with a big yawn, her body relaxed, and the hem of her t-shirt rode up, revealing a small section of her flat and firm abdomen, as well as a faint outline of her waist.

Her appearance, a blend of girlish innocence and mature womanly charm, exuded a languid yet deadly sexiness.

Feeling a bit dazed, I arrived at the first-floor living room and saw two unfamiliar figures standing by the kitchen bar, looking somewhat at a loss.

With her black hair tied in a ponytail, tall and well-proportioned, wearing a fitted sportswear outfit, she exuded a gentle yet slightly heroic air – it was Tina.

The other was Mary, who was petite and dressed in a black gothic lace dress. She hid behind the tall girl, only revealing her timid big eyes.

Harley froze, her sleepiness instantly vanishing.

Her gaze swept back and forth between Tina and Mary, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by intense interest.

Tina noticed Harley's gaze, her body tensed instinctively, and she pulled Mary closer behind her, wearing a polite but distant smile.

Good morning, Miss Harley.

Mary buried her face even deeper, only daring to steal glances at the beautiful older sister who had suddenly appeared and was dressed "strangely" from the corner of her eye.

Seeing Harley reminded Mary of the crazy scene between her and Su Hui last night, and Mary's face turned bright red.

Harley smiled knowingly and strode over.

Ignoring Tina's greeting, she instead walked around the two of them with great interest, her gaze boldly sweeping over them.

"Wow, a gentle older sister and an adorable little girl!"

Harley's voice was slightly languid and hoarse as she made her own assessment.