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  Boom—

  The door of the shelter was blown off, and snow and sand rushed inside, hindering the guards who came to block the way. The security personnel of the Remnants of Humanity barely had time to raise their guns and use holographic sights tet the figures in the snowstorm before a screw whizzed through the sights, pierg a skull and carrying brain matter and blood with it.

  Thud.

  The body fell to the ground, followed by a burst of gunfire as the security personnel of the Remnants of Humanity were suppressed by the fierce firepower.

  "Anton—damn, where did these enemies e from?!"

  "The arm has been souhe doctors will be here to support us soon. Just hold on a bit longer!"

  The security personnel enced each other, taking cover behind the shelter's walls and using the terrain to terattack the enemy. After a while, the gunfire from the other side noticeably thinned out.

  "They're out of bullets!"

  The security personnel of the Remnants of Humanity felt a surge of relief. It seemed the attackers didn't have as much firepower as they had thought. Sihey were indoors and not affected by the snow and sand, it looked like repelling the attackers wouldn't be too difficult.

  Just as they were about troup and terattack, a low, hoarse voice emerged from the icy sandstorm:

  "Zonia, you go."

  The moment, through their sights, the security personnel of the Remnants of Humanity saw a strange se: a small, thin, frail figure slowly walked out of the freezing storm.

  It was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, wearing a thick military coat, walking barefoot, her feet covered in frostbite and purple bruises. The exposed skin was ed in dirty bandages. She walked slowly into the shelter's corridor, her right hand clutg the coat's colr, while her left sleeve huy, indig she was an amputee.

  She raised her head, her face tightly ed in bandages, revealing only a pair of lifeless, hollow eyes. As her gaze focused, the security personnel of the Remnants of Humanity saw her eyes turn from bd white to red and bck, filled with violent rage. At the same time, a suffog power seemed to brew in the air.

  "She's—an ied!"

  Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!

  The security personnel of the Remnants of Humanity finally reacted, pulling the trigger instantly. The dense line of bullets turhe girl into a sieve. Some reacted quickly, switg to armor-pierg indiary rounds, and the girl's body was instantly riddled with holes by modern teology. The impact of the bullets made her body sway like a boat in a storm, maniputed and trolled by the power of sce.

  Click—

  After a round of trated fire, the girl called Zonia k on the ground, her body full of holes. The yellow bullet gs were squeezed by her muscles, steaming from the residual heat as they popped out of her thin frame.

  What was shog was that no blood flowed from the numerous bullet holes, as if the girl in front of them was just ay puppet. Even more uling was that the suffog pressure in the air didn't dissipate with her fall but instead became almost tangible, turning into bck shadows that poured out of Zonia's body!

  Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, bang!

  The shadows strustantly, ign cover, pierg the exoskeleton armor of the security personnel with the force of a train, smming several of them against the walls. Before they could scream, their heads were crushed by the irresistible force, turning into gruesome pulp against the wall.

  All seven heavily armed security personnel were wiped out.

  Whoosh...

  The frosty sandstorm delivered a group of figures dressed in mismatched armor and winter clothes. They ehe shelter and removed their skull-like masks, revealing pale faces uhe e lights, giving off an eerie glow.

  The leader, a thin man with a face covered in pockmarks and scars from the snow and sand, lifted his prosthetic left arm and lightly patted Zonia's head, saying softly:

  "Good dog, money well spent."

  One of his men, carrying a homemade spiked club, disdainfully kicked the bodies of the security personnel on the ground and sneered:

  "Boss, is this the legendary Remnants of Humanity that ducts evil experiments and creates geic ons? They're pathetically weak! With our White Fang gang, we could storm in and sughter them all without even needing to unleash the dog."

  "Why waste bullets when you save them? Wasteful idiot."

  The leader ughed and patted Zonia's face, disfigured by the bullets, and sighed:

  "Get up. I didn't buy you to fall here."

  Zonia's body trembled slightly. She pushed herself up with her hands, recalling the shadows that had poured out of her. They re-entered her body through the wounds and bullet holes.

  "Ugh..."

  She groaned in pain. Recalling the shadows seemed to hurt her severely, and her skin quickly developed patches of rot, emitting a strong stench of decay that made the White Fang gang members cover their noses.

  Bang!

  The leader unceremoniously punched her in the face, knog her to the ground.

  "Get up." His bloodshot eyes showed ion. "I haven't allowed you to die yet—or do you want your brother to repce you?"

  Zonia raised her thin arm, supported herself on the ground, and slowly stood up. The bck bloinally flowing from her mouth and nose was reabsorbed into her body as she silently rose, ag as if nothing had happened.

  "Pack up, keep moving."

  The leader grinned, showing a mouthful of bck teeth, his eyes full of fanaticism and anticipation:

  "Look! Electricity, purified water, carbon fiber materials, heating, fluorest lights—these doctors who viote humanity are sitting on such good resources, yet they use them for evil research. What a waste!"

  The White Fang gang members sheathed their guns and pulled out melee ons like swords and clubs, lig their lips with greed.

  They didn't io just destroy and loot. A well-equipped shelter like this was valuable if left intact.

  The surveilnce cameras captured the White Fang gang members advang but couldn't stop the hurong horde from flooding underground like wolves.

  Their equipment was signifitly better than the White Fang gang's, even rivaling regur armies.

  But pared to the bandits who had been fighting and robbing in desperate situations for years, the bat ability of the Remnants of Humanity was too weak. Most of the anization's members were doctors and nurses, g the bat will and ruthlessness o rationally front enemies.

  The shelter's medical and rescue teams were sughtered, blood flowing like rivers.

  "Look, white bread! I've never eaten white bread in my life!"

  "There's vegetables in the cafeteria, and ed food."

  "We're rich! They even have greenhouses. We eat our fill!"

  "Take whatever you want, boys! Everything here is ours!"

  The leader crossed his arms, satisfied with the raid. The money he spent on Zonia had paid off in battle.

  The nurses and doctors were no match for Zonia. Whenever she approached, the medical staff hesitated to harm a severely injured girl. In that moment of hesitation, the shadows struck, turning the merciful doctors into bloody pulp.

  The defenders were quickly overwhelmed. The defenseless nurses and doctors were soon targeted by the ruthless bandits, dragged iy ers.

  'We still o keep some alive. Doctors are precious, and these delicate flowers look quite pleasing...'

  'But isn't this defeoo weak?'

  As he pondered keeping some female doctors and nurses for their eai, a chilliio up his spine.

  Boom!

  The reinforced crete wall was smashed to pieces. Head Nurse Nordri's fierce punch shattered the bodies of the bandits beside the leader. Blood evaporated in the violent qi, and the remaining force aimed for the leader's head.

  g!

  The leader raised his left arm and pulled Zonia in front of him as a shield. Nordri's punded on her, produg a dull metallic sound.

  Zonia's head snapped back, and she spat out bits of internal ans. The force of the martial artist's qi severely injured her.

  Zonia's body colpsed, bones broken. The leader lifted his slightly deformed prosthetic arm, his expression serious:

  "No wohe defense was so weak. The Remnants of Humanity had a hidden expert like you."

  Nordri said nothing, her qi fring up as she unleashed a flurry of punches, each blow like a tiger ready to devour its prey!

  An Alpha-level martial artist, ordinary firearms couldn't deal a fatal blow to her.

  If the initial burst of firepower didn't kill her, once she charged in, everyone would die!

  The leader remained calm. He casually kicked the colpsed Zonia and sighed:

  "Get up, dog."

  Zonia struggled to raise her fingers. Wounds on her body split open, releasing tless shadows that formed a barrier, blog Nordri's attacks.

  Bang————

  The sonis echoed through the corridor, the terrifying sound waves reverberating. Ordinary people nearby, merely affected by the shockwave, immediately rolled their eyes bad fainted.

  Battles between superhumans were not something ordinary people could interfere with.