Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

"You're asking for it! How dare you lay a hand on my honey!"

Harley sneered, and with a flick of her hand beneath her cloak, the "Goodnight" baseball bat whistled down towards the man in front of her!

With a 'thud,' the black man holding the gun fell to the ground and died!

Following closely behind, Tina and Mary also moved.

Tina's movements were swift and elegant. The two sisters moved extremely fast, and their enhanced physical abilities were far superior to those of the black men. With the added protection of their clothing and energy gauntlets, they could practically kill one with a single punch.

The group of guys surrounding Su Hui and his three companions were cleared out in the blink of an eye.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The once snarling and ferocious desperados were now all lying on the ground, some groaning in pain, others unconscious.

The crowd fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at the four people with wide eyes in terror, not daring to linger any longer, and quickly scattered and crawled into the tent.

They never expected that these seemingly unremarkable people would be so powerful and ruthless.

Ignoring the horrified stares around him, Su Hui walked over to one of his underlings who was lying on the ground, not yet fully unconscious.

He grabbed the other person by the collar and lifted him up like a chick.

“Take me to your leader.”

Su Hui's voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The henchman, meeting Su Hui's icy gaze and glancing at the bald, black man's miserable state on the ground, trembled with fear.

"Okay, okay...I'll take you there!"

He answered in a trembling voice, a damp warmth emanating from his crotch.

Su Hui snorted coldly and carried the man like a piece of cargo.

"Let's go."

He said it casually, then turned to Harley, Tina, and Mary.

"Follow."

The man being carried, under Su Hui's oppressive presence, trembled as he pointed out the direction.

They walked through a more crowded and filthy area toward a large tent.

48. Emma's Dinner Invitation [7.2k]

Just as Su Hui caught the black man and was preparing to find someone to get some information about the official shelter,

Not far from Raytheon's headquarters.

In another luxurious room in the elite area, completely isolated from the outside world's filth, the air was filled with the mixed scents of rich cigars and expensive perfumes, completely out of place with the cold, snowy July outside the window.

This suite is less like a temporary residence in a post-apocalyptic shelter and more like a presidential suite in a luxury hotel before the disaster.

The thick Persian carpet insulated the cold ground, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, the smoke of rich cigars, and the complex fragrance of fine red wine after it was opened.

In a corner outside, a portable diesel generator hummed, providing luxurious heating and bright light to the interior.

Several core board members of Raytheon are currently enjoying a rare moment of indulgence in the apocalypse.

The fat, big-eared Green stuffed a sizzling steak into his mouth with a knife and fork. The rich grease dripped down his fat chin, but he didn't care at all, just humming contentedly.

Beside him, a scantily clad blonde woman, barely covered by a few pieces of silk, was giggling as she wiped his mouth, her eyes filled with eagerness and ingratiation.

In a corner of the room, Director Morton, with a sinister look in his eyes, was lounging lazily on a leather sofa, a thick cigar between his fingers, the scarlet flame flickering in the dim light, just like the cold glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes.

He had a young woman nestled in his arms, wearing a silk slip dress that barely covered anything, her exposed skin flushed an unnatural red in the warm light.

The woman was carefully cutting the fruit on the plate for him. As she moved, the suspenders kept slipping down, revealing more of her snow-white, smooth skin.

Meanwhile, Director Markton, sitting on a single sofa, seemed somewhat out of place.

He wore a well-tailored wool sweater, gold-rimmed glasses, and held a glass of red wine in his hand. His posture was elegant, as if he were at a high-class cocktail party rather than in a post-apocalyptic shelter.

He wore a gentle smile, but that smile didn't reach his eyes; behind his glasses, his gaze was sharp and cold.

A woman dressed in a thin veil, with curvaceous figure, knelt quietly at his feet like a dog. Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders, obscuring her face. Only her occasional lowered head could be seen sucking on her lips, making smacking sounds.

The room was blasting warmth, making it feel like a completely different world from the freezing temperatures of nearly minus twenty degrees Celsius outside.

"Shit! Emma, ​​that little bitch is really lucky."

Green swallowed a large mouthful of meat and mumbled incoherently, his chubby face jiggling.

"They actually let her return with the research team and that thing. Why didn't she die out there and benefit those monsters, saving us a lot of trouble?"

"It's such an eyesore!"

Morton exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which made his triangular eyes appear even more sinister.

He sneered, pinched the chin of the woman in his arms, eliciting a soft, feignedly coquettish gasp, but his eyes were icy cold. "However, now that she's back, we'll have to move up our previous plans."

"Morton is right."

Markton reached out and stroked the girl's long hair, forcing her to swallow more, his gaze sweeping over the other two behind his glasses.

His voice was gentle, but his words carried an undeniable killing intent: "The situation is already irreconcilable. She understands that, and we won't give her a chance to breathe."

“That woman Emma is no pushover. She’s learned most of her father Grace’s methods, and she’s probably thinking about how to deal with us now.”

Green gulped down a large mouthful of wine, slamming his glass down with a loud thud.

"However, this is an official security zone after all, and there are military personnel everywhere. If the commotion gets too big and a large-scale conflict is created directly within the security zone, it may be difficult to handle."

A hint of worry flashed across his face; his obesity made him more afraid of death than the average person.

Morton chuckled and stubbed out his cigar in the crystal ashtray.

"Green, you're still so timid. The authorities? They're too busy dealing with their own problems right now. As long as we keep things clean, who would risk offending the Thor Corporation for a little girl from the Grace family?"

He paused, a glint of greed and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "Don't forget, we're not the only ones eyeing this juicy piece of meat, Raytheon."

"Which of them doesn't want to take advantage of our internal strife and grab a bite?"

“Emma’s return is also a significant variable for them,” Markton interjected at the opportune moment, his voice steady.

"Both Universal Group and Titan Industries have contacted me recently. They are very optimistic about Raytheon's future."

He deliberately emphasized the words "future" and "expectation".

"Since everyone wants a larger share of the Los Angeles pie that belongs to Raytheon, they would be happy to see us 'clean house' and would even offer some 'favors' if we took the initiative to 'clean house' ourselves."

Morton gave a gloomy laugh, his face crinkling into wrinkles like a hyena poised to pounce.

"Speaking of Huanyu Group, I've received some interesting news."

He lowered his voice, with a hint of mystery.

"Their secret 'Pandora Project' seems to have made a breakthrough. There are reportedly successful cases of inducing and controlling an 'Alpha-level Aberrant'."

"A mutant?"

Green and Makton's expressions both changed slightly.

This term represents absolute destructive power and terror.

"Yes."

Morton nodded smugly, enjoying the shock the two had brought him.

"A powerful monster with intelligence and the ability to receive commands. If we could use this power to 'assist' us in handling some... internal affairs, it would be extremely efficient and clean."

He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Will Huanyu Group agree to this? Their asking price must be quite high."

Green licked his greasy lips.

"There will naturally be a price to pay, but if we can gain complete control of Raytheon, it will be worth it."

Markton added calmly, as if discussing a routine business deal, "Titan Industries has also hinted that if we can control Raytheon, they are willing to give us greater autonomy in the subsequent profit-sharing."

“Especially our construction project in the ‘Torrance Security Zone’, the allocation of resources for everyone can be discussed at the table.”

"In that case, there's nothing to hesitate about."

Green's eyes lit up immediately when he heard "Torance Safe Zone." The interests involved there were enough to make him temporarily forget his fear.

"We must act quickly! We can't give Emma any chance to breathe or fight back!"

Morton chuckled sinisterly, "That's what I meant too. Things could get complicated if we delay. Why don't we use the excuse of discussing how to hand over the research findings she brought back to hold an emergency board meeting?"

"At the meeting, in front of all the board members, launch a direct attack. Either force her to relinquish all power and become a puppet, or..."

Markton pushed up his glasses, a refined cruelty playing at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

"Or send her to see her deadbeat father!"

Green replied viciously, his face twitching with rage.

The three exchanged glances, all seeing the same greed and murderous intent in each other's eyes, and immediately reached an agreement.

at this time,

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Markton: "Come in."

A subordinate dressed in a black suit, with a respectful expression, walked in and bowed slightly.

“Mr. Morton, Mr. Markton, Mr. Green… we just received a notification from Miss Emma’s secretary, Linda.”

The subordinate's voice was somewhat hesitant.

"Ms. Emma has decided to convene an emergency board meeting at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow to discuss the company's future development direction, as well as... important personnel appointments in the near future."

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

The expressions on Morton, Green, and Markton's faces shifted from astonishment to confusion, and then to an indescribable strangeness.

The three exchanged glances, and a surge of rage, a mixture of fury at being provoked by their prey and a cruel, intense smile rose within them.

"Ah……"

Morton broke the silence with a low, cold laugh.

"This little bitch actually dared to make the first move."

A cold glint flashed behind Markton's glasses as he slowly said:

"It seems she's even more eager to die than we thought."

Green grinned maliciously, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"Good! Very good! Since she's come to us of her own accord, we can't let her down!"

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It was evening.

Su Hui, along with Harley, Tina, and Mary, had already left the tent area filled with despair and filth.

They walk within a more strictly managed elite area.

Compared to the chaos on the outskirts, the order here was clearly much better, and the soldiers patrolled more frequently.

After an afternoon of observation, and by seizing the local tyrant as a breakthrough point, Su Hui obtained a lot of information through questioning, which gave him a deeper understanding of this official refuge.

Because of the presence of the military, order is maintained on the surface within the safe zone.

However, in the face of the apocalypse, various problems inevitably arise, and the shortage of supplies in the official shelters remains an undeniable reality.

Su Hui learned from the leader of the small gang he had previously found that there was a black market in the shelter, and that transactions were being conducted almost openly.

Some small gangs collude with certain elite figures to sell various scarce resources they have plundered.

Besides food and weapons, one of the projects was human trafficking, with the largest buyer being the global conglomerate, Universe Group.

Upon hearing this news, Su Hui had some unpleasant thoughts.

It's worth noting that Ryan and his group left with the Universal Group's armed forces back then, so now they can only hope that the other party hasn't forgotten their warning.