Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Helpless? I’m Here.

Forget those people; even Miles Finch and Adam Zane were drooling with envy.

They had stockpiled supplies too. Back then, they sold their company and split the 1.4 million. Nobody took their share; they pooled it all to gather supplies.

In other words, they once had days filled with piles of supplies, feeling fearless and eagerly awaiting the apocalypse’s arrival. But...

But!

That woman, Maeve Walsh, disappeared!

No, she didn’t just disappear—she jumped into the sea. And of all the damn times, she did it when it was over ten degrees below zero. If she wanted to die, fine, but her spatial inventory was still packed with everyone’s supplies!

1.4 million! That’s enough to host one or two thousand banquet tables! Several years’ worth of supplies, and all of it gourmet food, just gone! Gone!

Adam Zane was on the verge of a breakdown.

"This Sue Lawrence... she actually stockpiled supplies in advance?"

He couldn’t believe it. "Didn’t Tiana Lynch say that Sue Lawrence was an idiot who didn’t know anything?"

Miles Finch was also drooling. Their supplies had vanished along with Maeve Walsh, so now they had no choice but to follow Jason Sterling. But there’s no such thing as a free lunch. They had to work for their provisions, which meant they couldn’t just eat whatever they wanted. What they got to eat depended entirely on how Jason Sterling decided to distribute things.

On top of that, the C-rations in the bunker were completely bland, with no oil at all. The stir-fried dishes had no flavor besides salt. Their mouths were so tired of the tasteless food that seeing a group of people on the screen cooking instant noodles and eating self-heating hot pots... really, it was enough to drive anyone mad.

"It’s possible. After all, their family donated so many supplies. The government must have given them something in return."

The thought brought them some comfort. No matter how you looked at it, this didn’t seem to be Sue Lawrence’s doing. It was Old Master Vincent Lawrence who had the foresight!

Meanwhile, in the first-floor lobby of the hospital, Sue Lawrence was cooking instant noodles.

When the aroma wafted out, even the well-trained soldiers couldn’t help but glance over.

They didn’t move, all of them diligently carrying out their orders, but their eyes still darted in her direction from time to time.

Sue Lawrence looked at Silas Hawthorne with a grin.

?

Silas Hawthorne didn’t know what she was up to.

"What is it?"

"Your robot, where is it now? Can it see the situation on the first basement level?"

Silas Hawthorne: ...

"Can’t see. The signal was blocked once it reached the second basement level. We can’t even find it ourselves now."

A miniature robot like that, once it tucked itself into some nook or cranny, was as good as permanently lost. The kind you could never find again.

Sue Lawrence smiled.

She slowly finished cooking the noodles, gave everyone a small bowl, and then she and her brother ate straight from the pot.

No one thought there was anything wrong with what she did. In fact, everyone felt that Sue Lawrence wasn’t stingy. At a time when supplies were scarce, she at least knew to share a little with them.

However, Sue Lawrence was far more clear-headed than they were.

’When we go down there, who knows what will happen? Bullets and blades don’t have eyes. If this little bit of food can get a few people to look out for us even slightly, it’ll be worth it.’

’I’m not worried about myself, just my brother. After all, I’ve been reborn, but this is his first time experiencing something like this.’

"Bro, when we go down later, stick close to Silas Hawthorne! Right behind him!"

Silas Hawthorne: ...

Elliot Lawrence: ...

Elliot Lawrence: ’Wait a second... Silas Hawthorne is sitting right next to us. Even if you whisper, he’s definitely going to hear you, right?’

He turned to look and, sure enough, the man wore a faint, unreadable smile. His dark, cold eyes swept over Elliot Lawrence’s face.

Elliot Lawrence: ...

The pressure was instantly immense.

’I’m screwed. He definitely heard her. You can’t just ask someone to be your human shield; they have to be willing!’

While Elliot Lawrence was still agonizing, Sue Lawrence had already turned and placed a hand on Silas Hawthorne’s shoulder, whispering, "Your men should stay within five meters of me. I have a Healing Skill!"

Now it was Silas Hawthorne’s turn to be silent.

A Healing Skill.

Even if it was only B Level, it was genuinely useful.

Silas Hawthorne began to seriously consider whether he should act as Elliot Lawrence’s human shield.

"If something happens later, let me talk to those people."

Silas Hawthorne finally looked at her properly. "Why? Do you have a better understanding of the situation inside?"

Sue Lawrence was perfectly calm. "Oh, I also have a few other Skills. They’re called Persuasion, Chain Tricks, and Substitution."

Silas Hawthorne: ...

He suddenly looked up at the space above her head. The densely packed text stacked there seemed to confirm her words, with fragments of the Skill names barely visible.

"Then I’ll leave it to you."

’This is a good chance for me to see what these Abilities of Sue Lawrence’s can do,’ he thought, ’and then I can decide what kind of mission to assign her.’

Silas Hawthorne’s gaze darkened.

’No matter what, we have to survive this apocalypse.’

After they finished eating, everyone quickly got ready.

As for Elliot Lawrence, there was still a bit of broth left in the small pot, but he was too full to eat any more.

He figured it would be a waste, with supplies so scarce, and was contemplating loosening his belt to finish it. But then Sue Lawrence stopped him. "Bro, don’t force yourself. Give it to me."

She took the pot from him and, holding it with both hands, slowly followed the group, falling in line behind Silas Hawthorne.

Everyone: ...

Whether they were in the hospital or watching from a screen, everyone fell silent.

Miles Finch: ???

"Is she crazy? Why is she going down there holding a pot?"

"She’s not planning to take it down there for those people to drink, is she?"

"Could she be any more outrageous? She eats the noodles and lets them drink the broth?"

The crowd started cursing Sue Lawrence for being shameless. It was one thing for her to hoard and eat her own supplies, but what was she doing carrying a pot downstairs? A pot that was filled with nothing but leftover broth!

Amidst the chorus of curses, someone couldn’t help but swallow hard.

"I’d drink the broth, too!"

That’s instant noodle broth! Instant noodles! A savory, fragrant soup! I want some, AHHH!

After that one muttered comment, the hall fell completely silent.

After all, he wasn’t the only one who wanted to drink the broth.

Meanwhile, the group had already started to slowly descend the stairs.

The first basement level was the high-radiation examination area. MRIs and CT scans were all on this floor, mainly for outpatients, though inpatient scans would also be scheduled here if their own department was too busy.

It was a little warmer here than upstairs, but there were also more bodies on the ground.

You could tell that many of them had been hiding here before they were found and killed one by one. Most of them were ordinary people who had been trapped in the hospital.

Silas Hawthorne’s robot was useless now. The signal here was blocked. High-tech gadgets were useful, but if they couldn’t transmit information, they were just a pile of scrap metal, good for nothing.

Victor Keller and the others were waiting for Silas Hawthorne’s orders. However, the layout of the first basement level was like a maze. The staircase opened up to corridors on both the left and right, and you could see that both corridors had winding hallways.

"This way leads to the underground parking garage."

Victor Keller pointed in one direction, his voice low. Silas Hawthorne’s expression was grim.

The area was too large. They had already split their forces, shutting down the elevators and sealing the stairwells, but the situation here remained complex.

’So, what should we do?’

’Corridors to the left and right. Should we split up?’

’What if we get ambushed from behind?’ 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Splitting up was a bad idea in this situation, as it was pretty clear that the group they were after was concentrated downstairs.

Just as everyone was at a loss, Sue Lawrence suddenly spoke up.