Chapter 43: Kill Them Again

BANG!

Sierra Sullivan fired without the slightest hesitation.

In the quiet warehouse, the gunshot was deafening.

The people who had just been thinking Sierra Sullivan wouldn’t shoot were all scared stiff.

Though they couldn’t see her face, just from the sound of her voice, they knew she was a young woman.

Young women like that were usually all bark and no bite.

When it came to actually shooting someone, they figured she wouldn’t have the guts for it.

But they never would have guessed.

Sierra Sullivan had fired the moment she said she would, without any hesitation.

Her clean, decisive action made them think she must have been an executioner in a past life.

Otherwise, how could she be so cold-blooded and merciless?

They only thought of Sierra Sullivan as cold-blooded and merciless, completely forgetting how many people they themselves had killed.

These people could only see the faults in others, never in themselves.

Unlike the shocked and terrified men, Winston Lowell burst into laughter.

"Report me? You’ll just die faster! You idiot!"

Watching Winston Lowell, who was on the ground roaring with laughter and practically rolling around, Sierra Sullivan’s brow furrowed slightly.

The next moment, her gun was aimed at Winston Lowell.

After another gunshot, a red flower blossomed on Winston Lowell’s body, and he went still.

Jayce walked to Sierra Sullivan’s side and took her gun hand. "Sierra, leave the rest to me!"

’These people deserved to die.’

’And Sierra was no delicate damsel.’

’But he still hoped he could do everything in his power to keep Sierra’s hands from being stained with any more blood.’

Jayce smiled gently. "These men aren’t worth wasting so many bullets on."

His words instantly convinced Sierra Sullivan.

’Jayce is right!’

’It’s not worth wasting bullets on scum like them!’

The men were quickly dealt with.

The sight of the bodies covering the floor made everyone frown.

But no one else present said a word.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Dominic Crawford said, "I’ll go check the situation in the basement."

The man from before had said there were a dozen or so women in the basement.

Although he knew there was little chance any of them were still alive, Dominic Crawford still wanted to go and see for himself.

Sierra Sullivan immediately said, "Let’s go together!"

Before Jayce could say anything, Sierra Sullivan cut in, "You stay up here and stand guard. In case something happens and we get trapped down there."

Jayce swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and nodded in agreement. "Okay!"

’Just as Sierra said, what if they let someone else stand guard and something happened, trapping them all downstairs?’

’He absolutely could not let an accident like that happen!’

’He had to stand guard up here himself. Only then could he be at ease!’

Dominic Crawford led Sierra Sullivan and the others down the steps into the basement, while Jayce stood guard above, vigilant of his surroundings.

As they descended the stairs, it grew darker and darker.

Fortunately, they were all carrying high-powered flashlights.

The basement wasn’t very large.

So many flashlights shining at once lit up the interior as if it were broad daylight.

Naturally, the scene in the basement was laid bare before everyone’s eyes.

The entire basement was indescribably foul.

Human excrement was piled in a corner, emitting waves of a nauseating stench.

Not far from the waste, several bodies were strewn about haphazardly.

Yes.

They were corpses.

The exposed skin had already begun to decompose.

Even without a closer inspection, it was clear that they were all dead.

From their physical features, it was obvious they were all women.

They were the dozen or so women.

"They..."

One of the girls started to speak, but trailed off.

"Why..."

She couldn’t continue, her voice trembling.

Sierra Sullivan also found herself unable to speak.

The rage filling her chest made her want to go back and execute those men all over again.

The exposed parts of the women’s bodies were all pitted and gouged.

It was clear that pieces of their flesh had been carved off.

The reason why was self-evident.

Even Dominic Crawford hadn’t expected the scene below to be so brutal.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have let Sierra Sullivan and the other two girls come down.

The sight made even him, a grown man, feel sick to his stomach, let alone three young women.

Dominic Crawford sighed. "No survivors. Let’s go back up."

Sierra Sullivan said nothing, turning and quickly walking back up the stairs.

Jayce had been waiting.

Hearing movement, he immediately looked over.

"Sierra!"

Jayce was worried.

Even though he couldn’t see Sierra’s expression, he could clearly sense her emotions.

Her emotions were telling him that right now, she was furious.

Dominic Crawford followed close behind Sierra Sullivan and softly explained the situation downstairs.

After hearing Dominic Crawford’s account, Jayce understood why Sierra was so angry.

He materialized dozens of Water Arrows and shot them toward the corpses on the ground.

Killing them all over again.

Seeing Jayce’s actions, Sierra’s eyes stung, and she almost started to cry.

’Jayce understood her so well!’

’She didn’t need to say a thing, they didn’t even need to meet eyes, and he could guess what was on her mind.’

Sierra Sullivan reached out and took Jayce’s hand. "Alright! Don’t waste your Superpower on this scum!"

’We still have to get back to the base.’

’No one knows if we’ll run into danger on the way back.’

’Conserving stamina, preserving our Superpowers, and being ready for anything is what’s most important!’

Everyone got straight into the vehicles, but they didn’t leave immediately.

Only after a simple meal in the vehicles did they start the journey back.

They had set out at dawn, and it was now past three in the afternoon.

Because of the sandstorm, it would get dark earlier than usual.

They didn’t have much time left.

If they couldn’t get back to the base before five, they’d have to travel in the dark.

The sandstorm already affected visibility.

At night, with no streetlights, only headlights, and the sandstorm, they would be able to see even less, and the danger would multiply.

Everyone understood this, and with what had just happened, they couldn’t help but feel tense.

No one in the car spoke; the only sound was the wind and sand lashing against the vehicle.

After half an hour, Sierra Sullivan spoke up, her brow furrowed. "Do you guys feel like... the sandstorm is getting stronger?"

Even though the sandstorm had been blowing the whole time and visibility was poor, before they could still vaguely make out the towering buildings on either side.

But now, the silhouettes of the buildings were gradually disappearing.

Clearly, the sandstorm was intensifying!

This was not a good sign!

Dominic Crawford nodded, his expression grave. "I just had the same feeling, but I thought it was just a hallucination because I was so tense."

"It’s not a hallucination." Jayce shook his head. "Our vehicle’s speed has clearly dropped. The wind is affecting our momentum. At this rate, we probably won’t make it back to the base before dark."