Chapter 92: Chapter 92: I Have a Share in These Supplies Too

Use nurses and doctors to block bullets?

His men below instantly cheered. "That’s our boss!"

"We’ll go right now!"

With that, some of them already started heading out.

Blade looked at the figure in the corner. "Rex, has your Instant Teleportation Superpower advanced yet?"

If Sue Lawrence saw Rex, she would definitely recognize him as the man who had cornered her outside a hospital room that night.

However, Rex’s sixth sense was unusually sharp. He had instantly sensed the danger and teleported away, giving Sue Lawrence no opportunity to act. As a result, she had failed to obtain his Instant Teleportation Superpower.

Rex nodded. "It’s advanced to C Level. My teleportation range has increased to two meters."

Blade was clearly thrilled. "So, in other words, you’re untouchable within a two-meter radius now?"

"Yes, Blade. Don’t worry, I’ll always be by your side to protect you."

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Blade could no longer hold back and burst into loud laughter.

"Now we’re set! If those people want to try something, we’ll make sure it’s a one-way trip! It’s the apocalypse, who gives a damn about rules anymore? From now on, this hospital is our base, and we’re the ones in charge!"

Blade reveled in his future prospects. He couldn’t help it; he was a Reincarnator. In his past life, he had personally witnessed the most vicious criminals organizing their own people, establishing bases, and acting like local warlords. They enslaved others while expanding their own power. Although some were eventually wiped out, most were left to develop freely. After all, back then, even the government’s resources were stretched thin. How could they have the energy to deal with all these motley bases popping up everywhere?

In his past life, Blade had followed a crime lord and helped establish a base. He knew the whole process, had even been through conflicts with other groups, so he was well-versed in these matters and completely unafraid.

Soon, a group of medical staff was shoved inside. They were all incredibly disheveled, their white coats filthy and tattered. One of Blade’s men brought over a pile of white coats and glasses and handed them out. Everyone put on the dirty coats, disguising themselves as doctors of the hospital.

"Dr. Jensen."

Blade looked at the doctor leading the group. "Outsiders will be here any minute. I advise you to be smart about this. After all, your son is still in our hands."

William Jensen’s expression instantly turned grim.

It had been a terrible coincidence. He was on duty that day. His wife’s grandfather had passed away, and she had gone home for the funeral, so their son was brought to the hospital to stay with him. He’d bought the boy dinner and told him to wait in the on-call lounge. But who could have predicted that the apocalypse would strike that very night? By the next morning, the snow was ten meters deep. Forget his son leaving—no one was going anywhere. Then, to make matters worse, these thugs had appeared out of thin air. They’d swiftly seized control of the hospital, killing the director and the party secretary, taking the vice director hostage, and capturing his son. They had rounded up the remaining staff and kept them alive for two reasons: one, they didn’t know where the medical supplies were, and two, they could use the staff to turn away any potential rescuers. In short, the only reason he and the others were still alive was to serve as human shields.

And now, William Jensen understood. The "outsiders" Blade said were coming must be a force to be reckoned with. Otherwise, Blade wouldn’t be so afraid that he’d drag them here personally to act as human shields.

William Jensen even felt this might be their only chance to escape these fiends. ’But... but my son... What would happen to my son...?’

William Jensen’s expression grew anguished.

He hesitated. ’When the outsiders get here, should I tell them everything, or... should I just obey and endure?’

As his thoughts raced, the sound of a window shattering echoed from upstairs. Blade sneered, "They got here quick. Everyone, get ready!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, everyone scattered.

William Jensen, of course, stayed with Blade. Blade put on a white coat, and Rex changed into an intern’s uniform. One of Blade’s men lay on a hospital bed, posing as a patient. Dr. Jensen stood by Blade’s side, who had even convincingly stuck a pen in his coat pocket to look the part.

Everyone was ready.

At this moment, the fifth-floor window was shattered.

A wave of sub-zero air instantly surged in, carrying billowing clouds of white, icy mist. In moments, the entire room was coated in a layer of frost. Even a glass on the table froze and cracked in an instant.

CRACK...

A faint, shattering sound.

The frost spread rapidly along the walls, soon creeping out the doorway and down the corridor, but its advance gradually slowed.

Victor Keller was the first to jump in. He warily scanned the room, then peeked out the doorway. There was no one outside; it was as quiet as a ghost town.

"Clear!"

Hearing Victor Keller’s voice through their helmet comms, the rest of the team entered one by one.

Sue Lawrence’s Perception reached its peak in this instant.

It was indeed quiet all around, without a single sound or movement. She didn’t sense any danger, either. Her A Level Observation Power pushed her vision to its absolute limit.

"Where are they right now?"

Victor Keller, who had been operating a robot, suddenly cursed through gritted teeth after a moment. "The signal’s been cut..."

’The people here know how to jam signals?’

Sue Lawrence immediately asked, "Does that mean the signal to our helmets is..."

Instantly, Silas Hawthorne was the first to remove his helmet.

The biting cold immediately nipped at his exposed face, and frost quickly formed in his hair. He pulled a hat from his pocket, tugged it on, and put on a pair of goggles.

"Mark Lowell!"

A young soldier stepped forward. Silas Hawthorne ordered calmly, "Collect all the helmets."

"Yes, sir!"

Then, Sue Lawrence watched with wide eyes as Silas Hawthorne’s helmet disappeared from Mark Lowell’s hands.

’Another Space Ability. Let me check with my Eye of Barrier Breaking... It’s a C Level Space Ability. Not very big, a hundred meters in length, width, and height. Hmm, it’s fine as a small, mobile warehouse, but a little too small for stockpiling large amounts of supplies.’

Silas Hawthorne continued to give orders. "Switch to walkie-talkies!"

Mark Lowell pulled a stack of walkie-talkies from his dimensional space, handing one to each person and tuning the channel. Silas Hawthorne looked at Sue Lawrence. "You’re with me. Victor Keller, you take one person. We’ll split into two-person teams. Mark Lowell, you stay here. If anyone appears on this floor, fire a warning shot. If they don’t comply, shoot to kill!"

"Yes, sir!"

Mark Lowell affirmed in a low voice. Soon, everyone had shed their heavy winter gear. Although the air was frigid, they knew it would be warmer deeper inside the hospital.

"Victor Keller, you and your partner head upstairs. Sue Lawrence, with me, downstairs!"

They split into two teams.

One team up, one team down.

Hearing that he would be separated from his sister, Elliot Lawrence couldn’t help but glance over. "Sue..."

"I’ll be fine, Bro. You be careful."

No one understood the situation here better than she did—not the man with Instant Teleportation, nor Blade, who had hunted them before.

She’d wanted to declare it last time, and she was thinking it again now: she would be claiming her share of the supplies in this hospital.