C9 Shadow Corps Annihilation

Before sunset, the group finally returned to the camp. They built a gas station in the center of the village and even built a four-meter tall simple wall.

However, the entire camp was lifeless and the door was tightly shut. It felt like it had been abandoned.

"Senior Sister Meili! I'm back! Help me open the door!"

Ashes called out a few times, but no one answered. Moorer thought that something was wrong. Maybe the camp had been taken over!

Ashes felt strange as well. He put down his bag and jumped over the wall.

"It seems like the wall is nothing in their eyes."

Not long after, the door was opened from the inside. Ashes walked out with a gloomy face, "We were attacked..."

Payson and Moorer ran in. The interior of the wall was a mess. Even a fool could tell that a brutal fight had taken place here. Moorer and the others turned around and saw a few words written on the wall to their left with blood.

"Stockton is here!"

Beside the blood wall, there was a corpse wearing a dark green robe. After identifying it, it was one of the five of them.

"How... How is this possible?" Ashes kneeled in front of the corpse and a few drops of tears fell from his eyes. Meow jumped onto the corpse and sniffed it, then shook its head.

"This person has been dead for two days... Brother Ashes, my condolences..."

The silent Payson took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him and walked into a place that looked like a temporary warehouse. After a while, he came out with a nose in his mouth.

"These shameless bastards!" Payson cursed, "They took away all the supplies that they could take away! They want to destroy everything that they could not take away. There are a few canned foods that were opened but not touched in the warehouse, and they are all smelly …"

Moorer noticed the six-wheeled pickup that Ashes was talking about. He thought to himself that these scumbags really did not let go of anything. The car's glass was smashed clean by them, and the six tires were all pierced and filled with air. Even the oil in the fuel tank was sucked out without leaving a drop.

"They probably don't know what they are doing. They didn't do any further damage, and they can just repair it."

After all, Ashes was an experienced assassin. He suppressed his emotions in the shortest amount of time possible. Then, he drew a cross on his dead senior brother's body according to their tradition and prayed for his soul.

By the time Payson and Moorer came back, Ashes had already dug a deep hole in his backpack and buried his senior brother's corpse.

"How is the situation in the camp …" asked Ashes with his back to them.

"It's pretty bad … I checked your temporary warehouse and residence. All the supplies have been destroyed by those people, and only four canned foods that are relatively intact and a bucket of four lit water are left." Payson replied.

"I checked the car, and it was also destroyed, but it can still be repaired! On the way here, I noticed a repair shop, so we should be able to find the tools and materials to repair it." Moorer said.

"I ran around the entire camp, but I didn't find any other corpses. I reckon they are still alive, but they have been captured …" Meow stood on the city wall and shook her head.

"... You guys go and do what you have to do … Let me be quiet …" Ashes knelt on one knee in front of his senior brother's tomb and inserted his sleeve sword into the tomb. He was crying in secret.

Moorer originally wanted to comfort him, but Payson patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to come out with him. Meow leaned on the side of Ashes as if she could share his sadness.

"Why did you call me out?"

"It's nothing. He is sad over there alone, so it's useless for you to care. If you have the time, why don't we search for some supplies and make sure we can survive."

"That's true … I saw a clothing store over there, let's go take a look. Maybe we can get some unexpected gains."

There was definitely nothing good on the clothing store's door. In order to save time, the two of them split up and went to search the warehouse.

As for Payson, his luck was not bad. He found a loose dark blue jeans, a dark gray shirt, a long-sleeved jacket with a pink-blue horizontal pattern, and a pair of white and blue sports shoes.

He originally wanted to take off his clothes and change into new ones, but he considered that these clothes might not be able to keep him warm. Furthermore, it was still so cold outside, so he decided to wear the Shelter's tight clothes as underwear. The other clothes would be put on directly. This way, the problem of warmth and appearance would be solved.

He also discovered a pair of backpacks from the golden era. The space of this bag was not ordinary. In his words, it was more than enough to store a few guns.

When Payson left the warehouse with the backpack, he found that Moorer was already waiting for him at the door. The current Moorer was completely different from Payson. The most conspicuous thing about Moorer was a slightly dark research white coat. Inside the white coat was a black shirt without a tie. The khaki jeans and dark brown leather shoes made him look especially experienced.

Payson also noticed that he carried a huge backpack on his back, and in his right hand was a real baseball bat.

"Moorer, ah... I'm not saying that... You look like an uncle, and you're wearing this kind of clothes. It's a little..."

"What's wrong?" Moorer laughed loudly, "I wear this kind of clothes in the golden era. Do you have any objections?"

"I don't dare to have any objections..."

...

When Moorer and the other two returned to the camp, Ashes and Meow had already set up a fire and were waiting for them. They heated up two cans of beer and ate a mouthful.

It was already late, and the three of them went to their rooms to sleep. However, Moorer could not fall asleep. He lay on his back and stared at the starry sky.

The first day of the Scourge of Disaster had finally passed safely. What would happen next?