Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

Chapter 131 Rat Clan

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Looking at Sally's excited expression, David smiled and said, "These war vehicles were modified by Charles and me. They will be a great tool for us to hunt zombies in the future. With these vehicles, our Ember Squad will undoubtedly become the most powerful team in this world." After speaking, David scanned the crowd with a determined look.

The others were moved by David's words, and their gazes became resolute. Next, David asked everyone to take the vehicles for a test drive in the underground parking lot. At the same time, David retrieved various supplies from the warehouse and loaded them onto Charles' pickup truck. After all, this truck was designated as a rescue vehicle, so it was necessary to have some rescue supplies on hand.

Seeing David pulling out a large amount of supplies from seemingly nowhere, Charles was instantly dumbfounded. Each item was incredibly precious in this world. There were iron chains, steel plates, hydraulic presses, small diesel engines, and even a radar system. This made him even more curious about David's identity. Were there still such wealthy people in this society? Looking at his own empty hands and the need to steal a car, Charles couldn't help but bitterly smile.

Meanwhile, on another street in the city, a young man with bleached blond hair kicked over a trash can by the roadside and complained, "Damn it! This place is so poor that not even dogs come here! I'm really unlucky today! Dirk, we've been searching for so long and found nothing. Today's outing is a big loss."

Beside the blond man stood a skinny guy named Dirk, who also wore a resentful expression. "Exactly! If we go back empty-handed today, our boss will beat us to death! Damn it! We should have gone south to scavenge!" Dirk sighed helplessly.

The two brothers had been out for a whole day but hadn't found any supplies. They thought this area would be a hiding place for survivors and planned to search thoroughly. However, to their surprise, they searched through half the city, and there was not even a pair of worn-out slippers in sight. If their boss found out, they would surely be beaten mercilessly. Just thinking about their boss's fierce and ruthless appearance sent shivers down Dirk's spine.

Like David and his team, they were also survivors in this eerie world. However, they didn't directly fight against zombies or come into contact with any strange creatures. Their way of acquiring supplies was simple and brutal—looting.

They often sneaked into the homes of survivors and took all the supplies they had hoarded. Therefore, in this world, they had a name: the Rat Clan. The name accurately described their survival situation—they had no combat power but were everywhere, and they enjoyed entering other people's dwellings to steal their supplies.

Dirk was a member of the Rat Clan in this world, but he was relatively lucky to have joined the main squad. His daily job was to help his boss loot supplies and receive rewards in return. Today, he was following his boss's orders, taking his attendant out to work.

However, to his surprise, they hadn't found any hiding places for survivors after searching for half a day. This made him suspicious. He had been to this area before, and although the situation was unfavorable, he could always find some useful supplies. But today, no matter how he searched, he couldn't find any supplies.

"Damn it! I'm really unlucky today!" Dirk spat and cursed. Just then, he suddenly heard the roaring sound of car engines coming from somewhere nearby.

"Brad! Is that the sound of a car?" Dirk stood still, perking up his ears to listen carefully.

Brad, his younger companion, also listened attentively for a while, then his face lit up with excitement. "Dirk, that's definitely the sound of a car engine! No doubt about it!"I think you should take a look at

Now, the two brothers were completely thrilled. They knew that zombies would never drive cars; only humans, the survivors of this world, could do that.

"Hahaha! It's true that when you search too hard, you find nothing. But when you least expect it, it comes effortlessly! I can't believe I've encountered it here. We won't go back empty-handed now," Dirk exclaimed. He drew a short knife from his waist and held it in his hand, then led Brad in the direction of the roaring car engine.

"David, the thrill of speeding is so exhilarating! It's been a while since I've felt this kind of excitement!" Arnold sat in the off-road vehicle, stepping on the accelerator madly. The modified off-road war vehicle, under his control, raced like a wild horse. David smiled faintly as he watched Arnold's excellent driving skills.

At that moment, Charles, who was by their side, suddenly furrowed his brow and nervously looked at the entrance of the underground parking lot. David also noticed Charles' unease and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Charles continued to stare fixedly in the direction of the entrance, as if his eyes could penetrate through any obstacles and see what was happening outside. After a brief pause, he finally said, "Someone is coming."

Upon hearing that someone was approaching, everyone immediately grew tense. Arnold also quickly got out of the off-road vehicle and assumed a ready-for-battle posture.

"How many people?" David asked with a serious expression.

"Two men," Charles confirmed. His ability allowed him to predict any movement within a radius of ten miles, so their actions couldn't escape his notice.

"Two people? And both men?" David's face showed a hint of confusion upon hearing Charles' words. He initially thought it might be Monica, as only Monica knew about his new base, but when he heard that it was two men, he immediately dismissed that thought.

"Can you predict their strength?" David pondered for a moment before asking again. Charles shook his head helplessly and replied, "As a Level 4 Stargazer, I can't predict their true strength yet. But based on their aura, it doesn't seem very strong."

Upon hearing Charles' response, David breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he looked up towards the entrance and unsheathed his alloy short knife, ready for action. In this world, he had to be fully alert and prepared, regardless of whether the enemy was strong or weak. Otherwise, it would be too costly to make a mistake. The others also positioned themselves for combat, their expressions cautious as they kept a close eye on their surroundings.