While everyone was preparing for departure, checking their equipment one last time, Alex kept a close eye on one person who, in truth, shouldn’t have been here at all—Kasper Hekmatyar.

This man was better suited for the role of a strategic commander, giving orders from a safe location rather than participating in field operations. However, it seemed Kasper had decided to make an exception, just for the fun of it. Apparently, he’d had enough of his sister Koko over the past few days and was now doing everything he could to stay away from her.

Everyone has already seen how Kasper tried to get on Koko’s nerves several times, and in the end, she resorted to a “secret summoning technique”—calling upon GIR, MIMI, and Stitch, a trio notorious for their ability to cause chaos. If GIR and MIMI simply electrocuted Kasper, Stitch preferred a more radical method—straight-up beating him up.

Alex smirked, recalling those moments from the past few days of travel. At that moment, he wondered whether he should take his motorcycle or ride with someone else. After some thought, he decided the motorcycle was the best option—just in case.

Approaching his “Fenrir,” he opened the weapon compartment and placed his power axe inside so he wouldn’t have to carry it. Sitting on the bike, Alex lit a cigarette, watching the bustle in the hangar. He closed his eyes, intending to relax for a moment, but suddenly, he heard a whistle behind him.

Opening his eyes, he saw Soap, who was eyeing his motorcycle with clear admiration.

“Damn, that’s one hell of a bike! Where’d you get it?” Soap asked, walking around the motorcycle.

“Heh, built it myself. As they say, if you want something done right, do it yourself,” Alex smirked.

Soap nodded with interest and immediately started asking about “Fenrir’s” technical specs. Since there was still time, Alex decided to entertain the conversation. He explained the bike’s key features while Soap listened attentively, occasionally chuckling.

When the topic shifted to the weapon compartment and Rebecca’s “gremlin hands,” Soap couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing. The story about how Rebecca opened the weapon compartment mid-ride, nearly causing an accident, and then got into a fight with an enraged driver, completely delighted him.

Their conversation was interrupted by Price’s shout:

“Soap, get your ass in the Humvee! We’re ready to roll!”

Soap grinned, bumped fists with Alex, and Alex returned the gesture.

“Good luck out there, buddy!” Soap said before heading toward his Humvee, where Price and Ghost were already waiting for him.

Alex was just about to assume he’d be riding alone, but as they say, reality is always disappointing. Before he even realized it, Shigure had already settled in front of him, leaning her back against his chest with a relaxed expression.

There was still one more open seat behind them, and the other girls exchanged glances. Alex had no idea what kind of silent war was going on between them, so he simply watched as they “entertained” themselves. A moment later, Chun-Li hopped onto the bike, wrapped her arms around Alex’s waist, and pressed her thighs against him.

The rest of the girls looked at this scene with obvious dissatisfaction. In the end, seeing no other choice, they got into the Humvee, but not before throwing Alex some clearly resentful glances.

He only chuckled, started the engine, and smoothly drove up to the ramp. As the aircraft carrier fully docked in the port, the platform slowly began to lower.

Riding off the carrier, Alex moved a bit further ahead and stopped, scanning his surroundings.

The city of Roanapur looked like it had just gone through an all-out war. Though, considering this was a place where there were as many weapons as in all of Texas, it wasn’t surprising. Bullet holes riddled the walls, black scorch marks from grenade explosions were scattered around, and bloodstains covered the asphalt—but the bodies were gone.

That was strange.

In all the previous cities they had passed through, mutilated human remains, torn apart by the undead, were scattered everywhere. But here—nothing.

“This place looks like a real war went down here…” Lutz muttered, studying the streets through the scope of his sniper rifle.

“Not surprising,” R responded, glancing around. “Even kids in this city have firearms.”

“Alright, guys, enough talk,” Valmet said, leaning out of a nearby Humvee. “Launch the drones. We need to figure out what’s going on before we move forward. I have a bad feeling about this city.”

“You’re not the only one,” Price murmured, pulling out his binoculars. “Too quiet. Even if there were undead here and the locals fought them off, this silence… it’s just too unnatural.”

Alex agreed with Valmet and Price—the city was way too quiet. Too suspicious. Closing his eyes, he spread his mana throughout the area to sense what was happening. Meanwhile, the others deployed drones, sending them to different districts to scout for possible undead or other threats.

When Alex retracted his mana, he frowned slightly. The number of zombies in the city wasn’t very high—not nearly enough to cause serious trouble. The only explanation that made sense was that the majority of the undead had already left, moving deeper into the country, while only a few stragglers remained.

Taking out his phone, Alex linked to the drone cameras and shared the feed with Shigure and Chun-Li. Chun-Li immediately leaned over his shoulder, placing her hands on his shoulders and slightly lifting herself up to get a better view of the screen. The drone footage only confirmed what Alex had already sensed with his mana—empty streets, traces of gunfire and explosions, but almost no movement.

“Looks like we got lucky,” Soap said over the comms. “The city’s practically deserted.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Lehm countered. “We’re not usually this lucky.”

The others agreed—throughout their journey, they had faced many situations where an eerie silence was just the calm before an ambush. Even Alex couldn’t deny it. In a world that had survived a zombie apocalypse, places that were too quiet only brought unease.

But he didn’t dwell on it too much—problems should be dealt with as they come. Their main goal was to meet up with Balalaika and her people, extract them from the city, and continue their journey to Alaska.

“Alright, let’s see what kind of adventure this city has in store for us. Even if there aren’t many zombies, we’d best stay on guard,” Alex said over the comms.

Everyone agreed, and the convoy moved forward. Alex started up his motorcycle and rode ahead, with the rest following behind. A few soldiers took up positions on the Humvee roofs to keep watch just in case.

Leaving the port, Alex, Shigure, and Chun-Li led the group. He carefully observed his surroundings, looking for familiar locations from the anime about this city. Every now and then, zombies would lunge out of the alleys, but they were quickly dealt with.

As they passed by the Yellow Flag bar, Alex couldn’t help but smirk. That bar was always at the center of any chaos in the city. How many times had it been blown up, shot at, or set on fire…? And yet, somehow, it still kept running. Alex seriously wondered how its owner hadn’t gone bankrupt yet.

“What’s with that grin?” Chun-Li asked, noticing his reaction.

“Just remembering how this bar always gets wrecked. I’m honestly amazed the owner hasn’t just packed up and left.”

“That often?” Chun-Li asked skeptically.

“Oh yeah. It’s been bombed, shot to hell, burned down… If I were the owner, I’d have lost it by now and just destroyed the place myself to be done with it.”

In reality, Alex was thinking that if he were the owner, he’d be hunting down every bastard who wrecked his bar and shaking them down for every last cent to cover the damages.

Roanapur reminded him of Night City—only without the futuristic technology. In both cities, gangs, mercenaries, and brutality ruled. The only thing missing in Roanapur was the megacorporations controlling the population, but other than that, there was little difference.

In another vehicle, Rebecca listened to Cammy and Valmet’s stories about the city and came to the same conclusion. Roanapur was essentially the same as Night City, just without corporate control. Weapons, killings, chaos—everything was familiar.

Listening to the conversation, Rebecca couldn’t help but recall her life in Night City. Unpleasant memories began to overwhelm her, but her inner gremlin immediately shook her mind out of it. She wasn’t there anymore. Now she had a family, friends… a cool husband who gave her everything she wanted. Not to mention a space dog-pet, Stitch.

Rebecca smirked. No, there was no need to remember the past anymore. She was where she wanted to be.

Upon reaching the city center, Alex stopped at an intersection, trying to figure out the next route. It was his first time here, and he didn’t know the city layout, so navigating without getting lost was no easy task. The other vehicles slowed down and stopped as well. Some members of the group leaned out of the windows, watching Alex as he surveyed his surroundings, looking for the right path.

Placing his phone on the dashboard, Alex squinted, scanning for the shortest route to their destination—the Moscow Mafia HQ in Roanapur. Alex had originally thought Roanapur was a small coastal town, but now, being in its heart, he realized how wrong he was. The city was much larger than he had expected.

“Where to next, kid? Don’t tell me you’re lost,” Lehm asked with a light chuckle.

“Don’t distract me, I’m looking for the shortest route. Can’t you see the traffic jam ahead of us? We need to find a way around it without taking a huge detour,” Alex replied, pointing at the pile of wrecked cars blocking the path.

No one argued—no one liked taking unnecessary detours. But the central streets looked like they had been through full-scale combat. Unlike the outskirts, where the destruction wasn’t as severe, the city center resembled a warzone.

Burned buildings, overturned and mangled cars, collapsed structures, blood, and charred limbs—all created a picture of chaos and death. The walls were riddled with bullet holes, and spent shell casings littered the ground, evidence that the locals had fought to the last against the undead army.

It had been a long time since the start of the zombie apocalypse, and finding survivors here would be a real miracle. Especially considering that the zombie hordes were getting stronger with each passing day.

The others didn’t even suspect that among the mutants, there were creatures resembling demons—and it wasn’t just their appearance. Fortunately, Alex had already crafted a legend that these “demons” were the result of experiments with fragments of the Black Marker.

Alex gestured for the drones to be launched into the air to survey the situation. When the drones soared into the sky, he connected to their cameras to find the shortest path, bypassing the debris. However, it soon became clear that the center of Roanapur was in a deplorable state. A vast number of abandoned cars blocked the roads, and driving between them without making significant maneuvers was nearly impossible.

Alex thoughtfully tapped his finger on his chin.

“Chun-Li, can you ride a bike?” he suddenly asked, coming up with a rather unconventional solution.

“Yeah, I can. What are you planning?” she asked, glancing at him with curiosity.

Instead of answering, Alex simply flashed a wide grin. Under the surprised gazes of his comrades, he dismounted his motorcycle and walked over to the first car he saw. Then, swinging his leg, he kicked it hard. The car flipped with a metallic screech, moving out of the way and clearing part of the road.

At that moment, Alex felt a childish joy. The feeling was so pleasant that he immediately wanted to repeat it. Walking over to the next car, he delivered another powerful kick, sending it flying to the side.

The others watched the scene with undisguised confusion. Only Rebecca, whose eyes sparked with excitement, couldn’t resist. She jumped out of the Hummer, ran up to the nearest car, and kicked it as well. The car soared into the air before crashing onto the sidewalk.

“I knew Alex was strong, but this girl…” Soap’s surprised voice came over the comm channel. “How does she fit so much power into such a small body? She just kicked a several-ton car, and that’s definitely not a plastic toy.”

“According to Alex, Rebecca’s muscle density is higher than that of ordinary people. That’s where her strength comes from,” Lehm explained.

“Good thing she didn’t kick anyone of us. I, for one, don’t want to end up like that car,” Lutz said, clearly not hiding his fear of Rebecca.

“She doesn’t need to,” Valmet interjected. “GIR, MIMI, and Stitch will take care of that for her. Now, enough talking. Alex and Rebecca are clearing the way for us.”

The whole team watched silently as the two enthusiastically kicked cars, clearing the path to Hotel Moscow…

The guys could only agree with that—Rebecca really wouldn’t need to move a muscle to kick someone. If anyone wronged her, they’d immediately have three troublemakers attacking them, or Alex himself would handle the problem.

Clearing the road from cars with Rebecca, Alex occasionally looked back to check on the others’ progress. At one point, he turned around and met Shigure’s gaze, which showed a slight hint of annoyance. The reason was obvious—Chun-Li, sitting behind her, was pressing her chest against the back of her head. Smiling, Alex shook his head as if to say, “What can you do?”

Having cleared the obstacles, he and Rebecca returned to the transport. The girl quickly jumped into the Hummer with the others, and Chun-Li, sighing, made room for Alex on the motorcycle. As soon as he sat down, Shigure immediately pressed her head to his chest, getting comfortable.

Now that the road was clear, they could finally continue their journey. Only a short distance remained to the Mafia HQ of “Hotel Moscow.” Within minutes, the group arrived at the desired location.

Shutting off the engines, Alex signaled with his hand for everyone to take defensive positions. The others quickly responded and signaled that the area was clear. Now, all that was left was to check the building and reach the shelter that the Balalaika group had built. I wonder who she managed to shelter during the zombie apocalypse?

“I thought only people in our country built bunkers for the end of the world,” Soap smirked, looking around.

“Heh, yeah right,” Alex snorted. “Though, I think Texas had a real fireworks show when it all started.”

“You bet,” R hummed. “Some of the guys there were definitely waiting for that day and probably let loose big time.”

Smirking, Alex pulled an axe from the motorcycle’s weapon compartment. He approached the door and, without ceremony, kicked it open, clearing the way. The girls, Lehm’s group, and Price, Soap, and Ghost followed him inside. Itami and Chikita with their squads stayed outside, keeping watch.

Entering a spacious lobby, Alex scanned the room, taking in the details of the interior.

“Check the first floor,” he said, lighting a cigarette.

It was pretty clear where to look for the bunker. Who would build a shelter on the upper floors? Of course, the entrance should be in the basement. But before heading down, it made sense to check if there were any surprises left on the other floors.

“Where to next?” Lehm asked, lighting up.

“I think it’s best to split up. The building’s not too big, so clearing it won’t take long. Meanwhile, I’ll head down to the basement—I want to know how many people are down there,” Alex replied, taking a deep drag.

Everyone agreed with the plan. The girls also decided to help and not follow Alex around. So, Chun-Li, Cammy, Renka, Shigure, and Saeko formed one group, while Miou, Valmet, Beatrix, Rei, and Saya formed another.

The guys also split up, and with Alex, Rebecca and Ghost remained. Alex was surprised that Ghost chose to go with them, but after thinking it over, he realized that Ghost probably started to see him as a comrade. Nodding to Ghost, Alex motioned for Rebecca to follow, and the three of them headed to the basement, where the shelter was supposed to be.

“Hey, skeleton-face,” Rebecca suddenly addressed Ghost, walking alongside Alex. “Do you ever take off your mask? Or, like that guy with the mohawk said, do you even sleep in it?”

“No need,” Ghost replied calmly.

“Or maybe you never take it off because you’re ugly? Or you’ve got a scar across your whole face? Or are you just shy?” Rebecca kept on, ticking off fingers. “Or… maybe you’re like Batman, hiding your identity, and actually you’re rich, and being a soldier is just a cover?”

Alex sighed heavily and tugged on her cheek to calm her down a bit. He knew Rebecca wasn’t the first person to ask Ghost those kinds of questions. But Batman… Ghost probably hadn’t heard that one before.

Alex smirked, imagining Ghost as a secret billionaire, with his service merely a disguise.

Ghost turned his head, looking indifferently at Rebecca.

“Becca, stop bothering him,” Alex interjected. “He’s our teammate. And who cares if he wears a mask or not? Besides, he doesn’t look like Batman. He doesn’t say in a gruff voice, ‘I am Ghost.'”

Alex purposely said the last part in a low, gravelly voice, imitating the Dark Knight.

Ghost glanced at Alex, who, still copying Batman’s voice, repeated the same words, but with the gravelly undertone of the dark knight. Ghost sighed and regretted going with these two, who were clearly spouting nonsense. But there was no turning back now, and he had to endure their antics. Alex mimicked a few more of his lines in Batman’s voice before finally falling silent.

“So, he’s ugly?” Rebecca asked, tilting her head.

“Where did you even get that idea?” Alex asked skeptically, shaking his head.

“More like the opposite,” Ghost remarked calmly.

“Even if you’re not ugly, your skeleton face still can’t compare to mine, cupcake,” Rebecca smirked.

Ghost just gave her a tired look and didn’t bother commenting. Alex gave him an apologetic glance, silently saying, Don’t take it personally—Rebecca just says whatever pops into her head. If you ignore her, there won’t be any problems… maybe. Ghost just shook his head and kept moving, not wasting time on pointless conversation.

Alex smiled and followed him. He knew enough about Ghost to understand what kind of person he was.

When they reached the lower level, the trio switched on their flashlights to look around. Alex listened to the sounds of the basement while scanning the area for the massive doors of the bunker. Suddenly, he felt Ghost tap him on the shoulder. Alex turned and saw him signaling to be quieter, then pointing to a spot.

Following his gesture, Alex noticed several jumpers in a dormant state. Without hesitation, he swiftly grabbed Ghost’s knife and threw it at one of the creatures’ heads. Before the others had a chance to wake up, Alex activated his power axe and swiftly cleaved through the remaining two. He then pulled the knife from the jumper’s head and wiped the blood off.

“Thanks,” Alex said with a smile, handing the weapon back to Ghost.

“No problem. But next time, ask before taking my knife,” Ghost replied, taking his weapon back.

“Next time, I definitely will,” Alex smirked.

Ghost just gave him an assessing glance and shook his head. Alex stopped smirking and looked around for Rebecca. However, before he could think, the green-haired gremlin had already disappeared somewhere.

Squinting into the darkness of the basement, Alex felt for the light switch and flicked it a couple of times, checking for electricity. However, no light came on, so they continued on, lighting the way with their flashlights.

“Alex, Skeleton Face! I found the iron doors!” Rebecca’s voice rang out.

Alex and Ghost exchanged a glance and moved toward the sound. Along the way, they noticed a couple of dead zombies with bullet wounds in their heads. No need to guess who had taken care of that.

As they moved further, Alex wondered why anyone would build such complicated basements with so many rooms. When they finally found Rebecca by the massive iron door, Alex smiled, placed his hand on her head, and ruffled her hair lightly.

Now that the bunker door was found, all that was left was to knock. Alex cleared his throat, paused for a moment, and loudly said:

“Good day! This is the rescue team from the ‘Zombieland Corporation.’ We have an order to rescue Sofiya Pavlovna Irinovskaya. Please open the door, we need your signature!”

With a wide grin, he began tapping on the metal surface, making sure the people inside could hear him.

Ghost just stared at Alex with an empty gaze and finally stopped being surprised by his bizarre behavior. Rebecca smirked and, inspired by the idea, started pounding on the door as well, loudly repeating his words.

They both glanced at Ghost, who was standing off to the side, doing nothing. However, he simply shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t going to join in on this ridiculous fun.

Suddenly, movement could be heard behind the door. Alex froze and signaled Rebecca to stop.

“Who’s there? And what do you need?” came a hoarse voice with a heavy accent.

“We have an order from Yuriko Takagi to rescue Ms. Sofiya Pavlovna Irinovskaya. Open the door, and we’ll discuss everything,” Alex replied in a professional tone.

Behind the iron door, voices could be heard discussing the situation. The name Balalaika recognized immediately—it belonged to Yuriko. As soon as she heard that name, she understood what was going on, though she hadn’t expected things to be quite so extravagant. Deciding to contact Yuriko before opening the door, she raised her hand, signaling her people to be quiet, and dialed the number.

“What happened, Sofiya?” Yuriko’s voice came through the speaker.

“I don’t even know how to say this… A group of people showed up at my door, calling themselves the ‘rescue team’ from some corporation. Are these your people by any chance?” Balalaika asked calmly.

Sigh

“Alex and his jokes again… Yes, they’re our people. Don’t take it to heart. He likes to have fun sometimes,” Yuriko replied with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Balalaika raised an eyebrow slightly but, realizing that Yuriko’s people were outside the door, nodded to her deputy, Boris, signaling him to open the door. However, her people kept their weapons ready, just in case of any potential threat. Those who were holed up in the bunker also prepared for a possible conflict, raising their weapons.

Boris drew his pistol and headed toward the entrance. Nodding to the man standing beside him, he raised the gun and ordered the door to be opened slowly. A click sounded, signaling the unlocking of the lock, and the heavy iron doors began to creak open. Boris peeked through the opening and saw three armed people. One was wearing a skull mask, another was a tall young man with unusual eye color, and the third was a girl with green hair.

“What’s taking so long? A little more and I would have grown old here,” Alex said with a smirk as the door opened.

“Where are the others?” Boris asked with a strong accent.

“They’re checking the building, and a few people are securing the perimeter outside. Now let us in. I need to know how many people you have to arrange transport if necessary,” Alex replied, rudely shoving Boris, who was still aiming his gun at him.

Ignoring the bunker dwellers’ wariness, Alex, Rebecca, and Ghost entered. As they moved further inside, they found themselves in a spacious room where everyone who had taken refuge was gathered. The first thing that caught their eyes was Balalaika, sitting surrounded by her people.

She was a tall Russian woman with blue eyes, light hair tied in a long ponytail, and pale skin. Scars were visible on her neck and under her eye, and there was a mole beneath her left eye. Balalaika wore an elegant wine-colored skirt suit, black tights, and high-heeled shoes. A military cloak with captain’s insignia draped over her shoulders.

When Alex, Rebecca, and Ghost entered, all eyes turned to them. While the people inside examined the newcomers, Alex, in turn, surveyed the people in the bunker. He noted that Balalaika had taken in quite a few people. Among them, he recognized Revy, Dutch, and Benny, but he didn’t see Rock, who should have been with Laguna’s team.

Shifting his gaze, Alex spotted Roberta and young Garcia, which puzzled him slightly. Roberta, a maid who had previously served the Garcia family, stood beside her charge. As he continued to observe, Alex realized that the leaders of various gangs from Roanapur had also gathered here.

“So this is your ‘rescue team’?” Balalaika’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “I expected to see more people, not just a young guy, a girl, and a man in a ghost mask.”

“I thought it would only be you and your subordinates here. As they say, you can’t predict everything,” Alex replied with a slight smirk, locking eyes with her.

“You’re right. So, is it a problem if there are more of us than you expected?” Balalaika asked with a slight smile, leisurely taking a drag from her thin cigar.

“Not really a problem. It’s just best to clarify the rules for those who are going to leave with us,” Alex answered calmly.

Balalaika raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. Alex didn’t waste time on preliminaries and got straight to the point, explaining the rules of his group. He made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate idiots who caused trouble due to inflated egos or attempts to compensate for something more urgent.

Alex knew how to talk to people like them. If he were too soft, they would perceive it as weakness and begin to press, trying to bend him to their will. That’s why he spoke their language right from the start.

Balalaika watched the situation with a smirk, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the gang leaders, who were listening to Alex with squinted eyes. She knew these people well and was curious to see how Alex would handle the situation.

When he finished speaking, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked at the gathered people with an unflappable demeanor.

“Go fuck yourself!” a rough voice suddenly shouted. “I’m not going to listen to a kid who doesn’t even have hair on his balls!” Verrocchio, the leader of the Cosa Nostra gang, sneered.

At that moment, the sound of a gunshot rang out, and a thin scratch appeared on Verrocchio’s cheek, from which blood began to trickle. Everyone instantly turned their gaze to the girl with green hair, who had fired without a word. Rebecca looked at him as if he were already dead, and if he dared to speak another word, the next bullet would go straight between his eyes.

Members of the Cosa Nostra gang immediately reached for their weapons.

“Sit down in your fucking seat, you bastard. Or the next bullet goes straight to your forehead,” Rebecca said coldly, continuing to aim at Verrocchio.

Alex placed his hand on her head, gently pressing down as a silent signal for her to calm down. Ghost also aimed his assault rifle at the Cosa Nostra members, warning them of the consequences.

Balalaika raised her hand, stopping her fighters and preventing them from drawing their weapons. Mr. Chang, the head of the Hong Kong Triad, followed suit, also raising his hand to keep his people from escalating the situation.

Roberta silently shielded Garcia, her eyes fixed on Alex and his team.

“Let’s calm down,” Alex spoke quietly but distinctly. Then his voice grew cold, and his smile turned unnervingly sweet. “And if any of you bastards dare to aim at my Rebecca again…” He activated his power axe, and in that instant, the air was filled with an electric hum. “…then I’ll gut you like pigs.”

The tension in the air was palpable.

Alex had already mentally added these idiots to the “rehabilitation” list. If they agreed to join him, he had a special “entertainment” planned for them.

“Alright, enough arguing. We’re not here for no reason,” Balalaika interjected, shifting her gaze from Alex to the gang leaders.

“Correct,” Alex deactivated his axe. “I’ve already laid out the rules. If you want to come with us, fine. If not, that’s your choice. We’re here only for Balalaika and her people.”

The people exchanged glances. Everyone understood perfectly well: staying here wasn’t an option. Once the food supply ran out, the real fight for survival would begin.

But the Cosa Nostra members still didn’t realize that their upcoming journey would be quite an adventure… to a behavioral rehabilitation center specially organized for idiots like them.

At that moment, Alex’s communicator beeped.

He touched it, accepting the call.

“Listen, Alex, I don’t want to distract you from your rescue mission… but something’s started happening in the city,” came Itami’s panicked voice.

“What happened?” Alex frowned.

“I don’t know how to explain it… But hurry up,” Itami hastily ended the call.

Alex frowned even deeper. His premonition about the city had been confirmed.

Rebecca and Ghost exchanged concerned looks, but Alex just shook his head—he didn’t know the full situation yet.

He turned his gaze to the others.

“Alright, the situation has changed. We don’t have time anymore. Take everything you can carry, and follow me quickly!”

“What happened?” Balalaika asked, noticing the shift in his mood.

“I don’t know,” he answered grimly. “But something’s happened in the city. Those who want to leave, get ready. The rest can stay here… and die. It’s up to you.”

The tone in Alex’s voice made it clear: the situation had worsened rapidly.

While the people hurriedly gathered their belongings, Alex, Rebecca, and Ghost were the first to head toward the exit.

When they reached the hall, Lehm and his group were descending to meet them, followed by the girls. No one knew exactly what was happening, but Alex’s troubled expression said it all.

He quickly scanned them, making sure everyone was there and unharmed.

But as soon as Alex stepped outside, he instantly furrowed his brows.

To be continued…

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