Chapter 235: Cannot Be Spared

She wouldn’t believe a single word of Wyatt Jacobs’s nonsense anymore.

But Wyatt Jacobs misunderstood her.

"I know this whole rebirth thing is hard for anyone to believe,"

"but everything I’m saying is true. In my past life, I really was a Gold Element Superpower User, and I was stronger than anyone else!"

Wyatt Jacobs even struck a few standard poses used by Gold Element Superpower Users.

"I think you’ve really gone crazy,"

Nina Jacobs said.

"I’m not crazy!

I’m not crazy! I’m really not crazy!"

Wyatt Jacobs retorted loudly, until someone knocked on the door.

"Is everything alright?"

The door opened, and a guard poked his head in to ask.

"Everything’s fine. We’re just catching up,"

"he’s just getting a little emotional."

Nina Jacobs said calmly.

"Good. Please call us immediately if there’s a problem."

The door was closed again. Nina Jacobs sighed. "Let’s not talk about that anymore. Why did you want to see me today?"

She didn’t want to agitate Wyatt Jacobs any further, lest he shout something else world-shattering.

After all, walls have ears.

Wyatt Jacobs quieted down for a moment, then leaned in close again.

"Nina Jacobs, you’ll believe me soon enough,"

"because I’m not going to die."

He smiled happily. "Someone’s coming to get me soon."

"I’m going to Keldorn to build the Tomorrow Base with some others."

"Did you know? There are very few living people over there, but tons and tons of supplies."

"Once I get there, even if I’m not a Gold Element Superpower User, people will still treat me like royalty."

"Besides, the three greatest masters of the future all come from there."

"I’m sure I’ll reawaken my Gold Element Superpower one day."

Only she could hear Wyatt Jacobs’s voice.

But Nina Jacobs’s expression was one of utter shock.

She suddenly thought of Heath Chandler, whom she had met today.

’Heath Chandler founded the Tomorrow Base, so Wyatt Jacobs has thrown in his lot with him?!’

"I had no idea you had friends like that."

Nina Jacobs felt she had still underestimated him.

"...Actually, I know he doesn’t believe me either,"

"but he decided to come anyway. He should be arriving soon, I think."

"So, what do you think, Nina Jacobs? A brand-new base."

"I know you’ve always wanted a base of your own, right?"

Wyatt Jacobs was no longer as agitated as before; he seemed to have calmed down considerably.

It was only then that Nina Jacobs understood.

Wyatt Jacobs had also made backup plans.

Heath Chandler had originally held a position in the military.

He only requested a transfer after he and Myra Lawson went their separate ways.

But he always had his people within City D’s military.

Wyatt Jacobs had only managed to contact Heath Chandler’s people after arriving at the shelter.

Before he figured out how to kill Mr. and Mrs. Grant, Wyatt Jacobs had already contacted Heath Chandler and expressed his desire to go to Keldorn with him.

"Do you know what the Tomorrow Base was before?

The City of Zombie! Someone there wanted to hoard all the base’s supplies, so they poisoned everyone and turned them into zombies!

Back then, Heath Chandler found a way to lure out the zombies inside the city,"

"and claimed the territory for himself! Once I see him and tell him about this, he’ll completely believe me..."

"So this is why you asked me to come?"

Nina Jacobs cut Wyatt Jacobs off.

The Tomorrow Base had indeed been the City of Zombie before.

The City Lord’s surname was Liang. After collecting a large amount of supplies, he callously added the zombie virus to the base’s water supply in order to hoard everything for himself.

As a result, all the survivors in the base turned into zombies.

And that City Lord Liang didn’t escape his fate either. The entire base became an ownerless city of zombies...

Myra Lawson had told her this in her previous life when they were talking about Heath Chandler.

She had never revealed it to anyone. She never expected Wyatt Jacobs to know.

In her past life, Wyatt Jacobs had been with her at the City D Base to see Ian Chandler.

’It seems he must have overheard our conversation...’

"After all I’ve said, you still don’t believe me?"

Wyatt Jacobs asked.

He was very sure about this.

Because it had come from Myra Lawson’s own mouth.

He had arrived outside the door early that day to wait for Nina Jacobs, so he had heard their conversation.

Across from him, Nina Jacobs stood up and just looked at him coldly.

"No matter what excuses you invent, you murdered so many innocent people. I won’t help you escape punishment."

"For the sake of you once calling me your sister, I just want to tell you one thing—murdering without cause must be paid for with your life."

She was already planning to leave.

Wyatt Jacobs looked up at her, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"You weren’t like this before. No matter what I did, you never blamed me..."

As he watched the door open and then close again, a tear slid down his face.

"So harsh to outsiders, aren’t you..."

But who was it that had turned him into an outsider to her?

The sky had already darkened by the time Nina Jacobs returned to the small courtyard.

"Wayne Abbott and his group have all moved in. Here’s the personnel list he gave me."

"Three of them are family members."

Chase Gallagher was in the courtyard watching Wayne Warner feed Treasure. Of course, he was also waiting for Nina Jacobs to return.

But he noticed that Nina Jacobs seemed a bit distracted.

"Mm, got it."

Nina Jacobs glanced at the list and went upstairs.

The air was still thick with sweltering heat.

She stood on the top-floor balcony, from where she could see a good portion of the base.

Many streetlights within the base had already been lit.

It seemed the solar-powered equipment brought back by the rescue team was already being urgently installed.

She looked in a certain direction.

That was the direction of the Enforcement Bureau.

’Wyatt Jacobs can’t be allowed to live.’

"Nina, may I come up?"

In the dimly lit courtyard, Ian Chandler had arrived at some point.

He looked up and asked Nina Jacobs, who was leaning on the balcony railing.

Nina Jacobs was a little surprised, but invited Ian Chandler up anyway.

"What brings you here at this hour?"

Nina Jacobs brought a bottle of juice from her room and placed it on the rattan and glass table on the balcony.

’Heath Chandler should have already arrived at the base. That’s Ian Chandler’s biological father. He didn’t go see him?’

But after a moment’s thought, she quickly understood.

She remembered Myra Lawson saying that Ian Chandler had always had a cool temperament since childhood. Coupled with Heath Chandler being stationed at his military post year-round, the time the father and son spent together was pitifully scarce.

"My dad... he’s here,"

Ian Chandler said, looking down.

"That’s a good thing. Where is he now?"

Nina Jacobs asked, feigning ignorance.

"He’s talking things over with my grandfather."

"You don’t want to see him?"

"It’s not that..." Ian Chandler’s eyes held a hint of conflict.

"You must be very happy to know he’s still alive."

Nina Jacobs glanced at Ian Chandler and said with a smile.

"Yes, I am happy."

He just didn’t quite know how to face him, so he had wandered over to Nina Jacobs’s place.

"That’s enough. If you don’t know what to say when you meet, just wait for him to speak. If you don’t know what to do, just wait for him to act. You don’t have to worry about a thing."

Nina Jacobs remembered Myra Lawson saying that her divorce from Heath Chandler had been amicable.

The reason was that they were both too busy, and their feelings had faded over time.

As for Myra Lawson’s next partner, the two of them likely only got together a year after the apocalypse began.

By then, Ian Chandler was already gone...

"You’re right, Nina."

"But it looks like he and my grandfather are going to be talking all night."

Ian Chandler had also just learned that after he went missing, Heath Chandler had deployed a large number of people to search for him across the country.

Including a portion of his people right here in City D.

"Yes, they should have a lot to talk about..."

’If I’m going to make a move, it has to be tonight.’