Argus initially didn’t understand what the other person was saying, but when Vikram pulled out the homemade explosives unique to Green Wind Shelter, he immediately understood the identity of the person in front of him.
"So, you’re Vikram, you little brat! Good, good, good."
Due to the accumulated numerical advantage in the early stages, coupled with their physiques and blueprint explosives, Green Wind Shelter’s oppression of other Shelters was almost always successful.
Only with Vikram, Snape sent people again and again, yet it always ended in failure.
As a result, the name Vikram was well-known among the high-ranking members of Green Wind Shelter.
"Today, not only have I gained such a large resource point, but I also didn’t expect to have an unexpected harvest."
"I originally wanted to personally go and meet you, but I didn’t expect you to deliver yourself to my doorstep."
The words had barely left his lips when ’Argus,’ with a speed value of forty-two, instantly appeared before Vikram.
Seeing Vikram show no reaction, he grinned ferociously, "Do you think you can live forever relying on your turtle-shell Shelter?"
"Today, I’ll let you know the chasm of strength between you and me."
Immediately after, as if certain Vikram couldn’t resist, he didn’t even bother to use the long saber in his hand.
His arm muscles bulged, veins throbbing, as he threw a punch fiercely at Vikram’s expressionless face.
Clearly, Green Wind Shelter only knew that the people they sent out had died, but didn’t know the specific way they died.
They subconsciously believed that Vikram had only escaped several calamities because of the defensive advantage of his Shelter.
The punch whistled through the air, and the Survivor called Argus’s face had already shown the joy of victory a step earlier.
But he was destined to rejoice too soon.
Just as the punch was about to hit Vikram, Argus realized that the other party had no intention of dodging at all.
Just as he finished his harsh words, he noticed Vikram’s eyes shift, casting a gaze his way.
In that gaze, there was disdain, contempt, but not a single trace of fear.
Due to his high physique, he had fought many survivors, so he had extensive combat experience.
Seeing Vikram’s reaction, Argus felt a chill down his spine.
He secretly thought, ’Not good,’ and tried to retract his thrown punch prematurely.
However, by the time he realized something was wrong, his entire fist was already firmly gripped by Vikram’s palm.
"You..." Argus still wanted to say something.
But Vikram was already too lazy to waste any more words and slightly tightened his grip.
Under his opponent’s shocked and angry gaze, "Crack! Crack!"
The fist in Vikram’s palm gradually shrunk with a series of crisp sounds.
"Pfft!" Only when the fist in his palm could no longer bear the pressure, and flesh and blood splattered out onto the ground, did Vikram slowly release his hand.
It revealed what was left inside, a messy, bloody pulp that had been squeezed...
"Ah!" A desperate roar echoed through the crowd.
Argus clutched his fist, a cold sweat breaking out on him.
The confident and arrogant expression that usually adorned his face had long vanished.
All that remained was endless fear of the man before him.
Argus’s summoned subordinates and Silas were all retreating.
It was laughable; as the second-in-command of the Shelter, upon seeing Vikram’s strength, not a single person dared to step forward and help Argus leave.
How could you be so strong?
Argus, whose physique was nearing 50 points, had even used several mutated crystals.
He truly couldn’t understand why the gap between them was so vast.
Unfortunately, this was something he would never know in his lifetime.
Vikram had already walked over slowly.
With his impressive speed of hundreds of points, he delivered a kick. Not only did the victim not react in time, but even the onlookers only felt a gust of wind.
When they saw Argus again, he had already flown seven or eight meters away.
At this moment, his spine protruded backward in an extremely twisted manner.
His upper body and lower body were almost folded together like a shrimp.
Lying motionless in the snow, it was clear without even looking that he wouldn’t survive.
When Silas and the reinforcements he had brought saw this scene, their souls nearly fled their bodies.
Arguswas one of the top two combat powers in the Shelter, with a physique almost reaching fifty points.
Yet, such a Survivor, someone who would be eagerly sought after wherever he went, was now kicked to death like a dead dog by the man before them.
Realizing he had stirred up a huge mess today, Silas’s face changed color, his lips pale and bloodless.
Trembling, Silas pushed the several Survivors behind him forward.
With a gap-toothed voice, he said, "You guys hold them off. I’ll go back to the shelter to get reinforcements to save you."
His first reaction, once he recovered, was to use these useless Survivors to buy time so he could escape first.
These Survivors, who had already witnessed Vikram’s strength, were naturally extremely unwilling.
"What are you afraid of? Don’t you still have homemade explosives? No matter how powerful he is, he can’t be immune to bombs. If you can take care of him, when I get back, I’ll have my uncle give you a high-ranking position."
Upon hearing this, several of them took a deep breath, seemingly swayed by Silas’s persuasion, and exchanged glances before pulling out the explosives from their backpacks.
But before they could act, they found several bullet holes had appeared in their arms.
The bullets also simultaneously struck the calf of Silas, who was about to run away right in front of Vikram.
For a moment, screams erupted again.
However, upon seeing the Truth in the hands of Vikram and his two companions, the people present no longer had any thought of escaping; all hope was lost.
Seeing that the few people had finally settled down, Vikram smiled and walked towards Silas.
Snape’s nephew?
"You... don’t come over. I warn you, if I die, Snape will definitely not let you go." As if seeing a devil, Silas endured the pain, dragging his injured calf and constantly retreating.
"No rush, I don’t plan on killing you. Those of you who want to live, come with me into the factory to collect metal. If you want to die, say so now, and I’ll grant your wish immediately."
With that, Vikram, along with Luna and Anjali, entered the factory without looking back.
At this point, being able to live was good enough. Seeing this, the people present dared not utter another word.
Even Silas limped into the factory.
There was a little less metal in the factory than yesterday, which must have been what they took.
Vikram had Silas and the others stay put to collect supplies for him, while he took the two women deeper into the factory.
He wasn’t worried about Silas escaping; he had a vehicle and biological detection. If he could still escape, then Vikram might as well give up on survival.
There were many metals piled in the corner of the cold storage. This included several forklifts.
Vikram arrived at the deeper section, he discovered that there were still many Survivors from Green Wind Shelter collecting metal here.
Among them were quite a few women and some elderly people of nearly 60. (No one was above 60)
Most of them wore cotton masks on their faces, presumably for protection against gas.
However, according to the system, these masks offered no protection against the black mist’s toxins.
Vikram noticed that these people, unlike Silas’s group of Survivors, only had some red spots left by the black mist’s toxins.
They already had noticeable purple or black festering wounds on their bodies.
Some even had such large wounds that even basic standing and walking were extremely difficult.
A 40-50% toxicity invasion rate also proved that they were not far from being poisoned to death.
As the three passed them, a few numb gazes would occasionally sweep over, but they would quickly retract their eyes.
However, the stench of decay emanating from their festering wounds would occasionally waft into their noses.
"Vikram, you said they’re all survivors from the same Shelter, so why is there such a big difference?"
"The people outside are all fine, but these people look like they won’t live much longer."
Because of their masks, the two women did not attract attention with their stunning beauty on this outing.
Anjali looked at these Survivors, covered in wounds and still tirelessly collecting metal, her eyes full of confusion.
"Do you think everyone is a high-ranking official? Most people struggle daily just to get a bite to eat."
"Now you know how difficult it was for Vikram to create such a comfortable territory, don’t you?" Luna walked along, sighing with emotion as she looked at those who were likely the laborers of Green Wind Shelter.
Anjali, deep in thought after hearing this, pondered for a long time before finally uttering, "Hehe, you’ve worked hard, Vikram. From now on, whatever you tell me to do, Vikram, I’ll do it. If you say east, I’ll never go west!" Vikram just smiled at this.
He had no pity for these poor laborers. In the Wasteland, weakness was already a sin. Although it sounded unfair, it was that cruel.
There were no obstacles along the way. It seemed that the person standing beside Silas was the one in charge of managing this group, so Vikram smoothly arrived at the cold storage.
The supplies in the corner were all put into their spatial storage by the three of them, just enough to fill their backpacks.
The three returned to the van and waited for a while. Silas and the others no longer thought of escaping and arrived before them as promised.
At Vikram’s signal, several people opened their backpacks, which were filled to the brim with metal supplies.
Nodding in satisfaction, Vikram immediately knocked out all seven people, including Silas, and tied them into the van.
Fortunately, the car was large enough. With the removable middle seats taken out, it could barely fit four people.
The remaining three were crammed into the trunk.
Vikram drove away from there.
Throughout, the laborers in the factory never noticed that their high-ranking officials had been kidnapped by Vikram and continued to work numbly.
Vikram wasn’t worried about them taking all the metal from the factory.
He and Snape would definitely have a battle later, and it wouldn’t be too long.
It wouldn’t be too late to find a way to kill the other party and then retrieve it.
He would just consider these laborers working for him.
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