Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

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The girls behind her, whose eyes had been brimming with hope, felt their hopes dim upon hearing these words.

But none of them spoke up, clearly following Claire's lead.

Su Hui listened quietly, observing the women behind Claire without any change in expression.

Seeing that no one actually spoke up to object, Su Hui realized Claire's status in everyone's hearts.

"can."

He finally spoke.

Upon hearing this, Claire and the women behind her all showed a hint of joy in their eyes.

But Su Hui's next words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing their enthusiasm.

“However, the only one I have my eye on is you, Claire Fallon.”

Su Hui's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through people's hearts.

"As for the others..."

He glanced at the women who looked uneasy.

“They can come with me, but their life or death is none of my business. I will not protect them or provide them with any resources.”

"If you want to survive, if you want to get food and shelter, you must show your worth."

Su Hui's tone carried an undeniable cruelty.

"In this apocalypse, there is no shortage of beautiful women."

"I, Su Hui, only care about people who are valuable."

Every word he uttered struck Claire and the other women like a hammer blow, making them clearly aware of the coldness and pragmatism of the man before them.

"it is good!"

Claire looked firmly into Su Hui's eyes and said, "I understand."

At this moment.

Claire turned around and grasped the trembling arm that was supporting her, calmly conveying confidence to them.

She knew that what the other person said was true.

In this dog-eat-dog world of the end times, those who have no value don't even have the right to beg for pity.

Even getting a chance to follow is a luxury.

Next, Su Hui arranged for the women to get into the Marauders' pickup trucks. Tina, feeling sorry for them, volunteered to be the driver. The convoy of several vehicles followed Su Hui's Hummer and headed towards the villa.

Inside the Hummer.

The warm breeze dispelled the chill from the outside.

Claire Fallon leaned back in the back seat, her wounds bandaged with Mary's help, and the gunshot wound on her thigh stopped bleeding.

"Hi, pink-haired girl."

Harley Gwen, sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head to look at Claire in the back seat. Her delicate face was adorned with her signature sweet smile, but her eyes darted around Claire.

"You poor little bastards, where did you come from?"

Claire's blue eyes calmly met Harley's gaze, without giving an immediate reply.

Her gaze swept over Su Hui's cold, hard profile in the driver's seat, and over Harley's all-seeing eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Can you tell me? For example, how did you get involved with that bunch of trash?"

Harley shook her head, her golden twin tails swaying as if anticipating an interesting story.

Claire was silent for a few seconds before her hoarse voice slowly broke through.

"We... escaped from the official shelter."

Her voice was low, tinged with weariness, yet strangely clear.

"CryptoNet Arena?"

Harley raised an eyebrow. "Wow~ That's an official federal safe zone. How did you manage to escape from there?"

Claire's eyes dimmed for a moment, as if she were recalling some unpleasant memory.

"Safety?"

She repeated it softly, with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm in her tone.

"Perhaps for some people."

"But for us women... there's not much difference between there and those raiders' camps."

"If you don't want to be a plaything, if you don't want to live like livestock, the only option is to escape."

"Hehehe, not surprising at all!"

Harley shrugged, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Do you know a police officer named Saran Johnson?"

Su Hui suddenly asked.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down Claire's spine, making her body tense for a moment.

How could he know about Saran?

Claire's gaze instinctively drifted towards Su Hui, but she only saw his profile as he focused on driving, as if his earlier remark had been just a casual remark.

"know."

Claire suppressed her surprise and continued.

"Saran Johnson, she was a star officer in the Los Angeles Police Department before the apocalypse."

"She organized a group of people who refused to submit. We were originally a large group, dozens of people. The plan was to leave New York and find a place in the suburbs where we could truly live safely."

Claire continued, her voice tinged with weariness and resentment.

"But unexpectedly, the unlucky fellow's whereabouts were discovered by the looters, leading to his capture?"

Harley blinked and casually replied.

Claire nodded and continued, "Last night, those raiders captured our companion, tortured him, found the abandoned warehouse where we were temporarily staying overnight, and launched an attack!"

Claire clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Officer Saran and a few leaders set fire to flammable materials and some of our supplies in the warehouse to create chaos and break out, in order to cover the evacuation of most people."

"The firelight did attract their attention, but because there were so many people, they got separated in the chaos."

Claire chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“Me and a few others were the unlucky ones. We went astray when we broke through, and they caught us again this morning.”

"If I hadn't met you all..."

She didn't say anything more, but the meaning was clear.

Su Hui's fingers, gripping the steering wheel, twitched almost imperceptibly.

The fire I saw outside my hotel window last night was actually related to them.

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

The sound of snowflakes hitting the car window and the tracks rolling over the snow were exceptionally clear at that moment.

Finally, Claire broke the silence, looking frankly at Su Hui and saying:

Why...did you choose me?

This question had been lingering in her mind ever since she was rescued.

She had witnessed firsthand the power of Su Hui and his group.

He said he only cares about people who are valuable.

The power displayed by Harley and her two companions left a deep impression on Claire. Could it be...?

"You have the potential to achieve extraordinary things."

Su Hui still didn't look at her, his voice flat and emotionless.

Those five simple words stirred Claire's emotions.

potential?

Could it be that I, too, could possess that superhuman power, just like them?

Claire clenched her fists tightly, her breathing became slightly rapid, and a bright light flashed in her eyes.

"Can I...can I become as strong as you?"

Her voice carried a barely perceptible longing as she stared intently at Su Hui's retreating figure.

Su Hui did not answer.

He merely glanced at Claire indifferently through the rearview mirror.

That look,

It was cold and sharp, as if it could pierce through her soul and instantly bring her back to her senses.

"Giggle..."

Harley giggled, breaking the silence in the car.

"Little sister Carlisle, not just anyone can win Honey's favor, you know?"

Harley reached back and pinched Carlisle's cheek, her voice flat but carrying a stern warning, "And that's what people mean when they say it's a power that can achieve extraordinary things."

"I think you've seen how powerful and disgusting those mutants are, and then look at us."

Harley stretched out her arms and waved them in front of her, feigning smugness. "Not a single anomaly! With your intelligence, you should understand its value, right?"

"If you want to gain something, you have to learn to give something in return. Even if Honey appreciates you, it only means that you have potential."

Finally, Harley's smile vanished, replaced by a cold and indifferent expression. "Without power, you're no different from an ant to me, let alone someone we saved. Understand?"

"understood!"

The excitement on Claire's face faded, replaced by a more complex emotion.

This may be her only chance to change her fate.

"Mmm! Good girl."

Harley smiled happily again, resting her head on the chair cushion, "Come on, call me 'sister' and let me hear it!"

"elder sister!"

Claire shouted expressionlessly.

"Sweeten it a little, don't be so cold! One more time~"

"Sister~"

“Hehehe~ Next to you is Mary,” Harley gestured to Claire’s side.

“Sister Mary.” Claire smiled kindly at Mary.

Compared to Harley, she had a better impression of Tina, who took care of her fellow refugees, and Mary, who bandaged her wounds.