After defeating the leader of the motorcycle gang, Lucas stood still and didn't shoot anymore.

In his field of vision, Little Mute moved agilely among the gang members, completely fearless of bullets.

Bang, bang, bang...

The collision between bullets and Little Mute's body created a unique rhythm of sound.

Wherever she went, there were severed limbs and a scene of bloodshed.

The dual blades in her hands were used with utmost sharpness.

Lucas felt that, in terms of skills alone, even though he considered himself a skilled UFC fighter, he probably couldn't defeat Little Mute even if he had a saw made of insect legs.

"If this guy's internal circuit shorts one day, will he chop me to death?"

Looking at the carnage around him.

Oh no!

Lucas felt a chill in his neck.

There were dozens of people!

And just like that, they were all gone, as if slicing watermelons.

Boom!

A motorcycle suddenly exploded.

In the flames, Lucas finally saw the infected dog. He didn't know when it had appeared by his little master's side.

When Lucas' gaze met the infected dog's, the dog actually wagged its tail twice but showed no intention of coming closer.

"You damn dog!"

Lucas pouted and cursed, getting up from the ground.

At this point, all the members of the motorcycle gang had been taken care of, and Lucas continued to wash himself.

Little Mute had already walked up to Lucas and stood beside him, and the dual blades she was holding had not a drop of blood on them.

The Cobras stood about seven or eight meters away from Lucas and didn't dare to take another step forward.

Little Mute was too terrifying, and the Cobras didn't even have the courage to look her in the eye.

The Cobras hadn't witnessed the scene where Lucas used the flaming fist, so in their minds, the woman by Lucas' side was stronger and more terrifying than Lucas himself.

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At this moment, headlights lit up in the distance, and the sound of a military vehicle's engine could be heard.

Lucas knew that Henry and the others had finally arrived.

"Go tell Henry not to come over. When we reach Phoenix Mountain, everyone should go their separate ways. There's no need to meet again from now on."

Lucas turned his head and said to the Cobras while using a towel to rub his back, then continued bathing.

In fact, when Lucas blew up the military drone with a single shot, he had already made up his mind.

Conspiracies, tests—none of these had any meaning to him.

Lucas believed that living life according to his true thoughts was the way to go.

He didn't want to understand or get involved. That's what Lucas truly thought in the apocalypse.

This period of time was the perfect opportunity to improve his own strength.

Once this mission was completed, Lucas planned to train and improve his abilities, and then make other decisions after the nuclear explosion.

The Cobras drove their off-road vehicle to intercept Henry and the others. After about five minutes, the sound of the military vehicle faded away without reaching Lucas' location.

Cobras respectfully stood in front of Lucas and conveyed Henry's message.

The implication was that Lucas would always be someone Henry respected, and they didn't know where things went wrong, but they could actually sit down and have a proper conversation.

In short, it was a bunch of words that Lucas found meaningless.

After the Cobras finished speaking, Lucas didn't immediately respond. Instead, he dressed himself and brought a pile of food down from the bus.

Little Mute sat back in the bus, and Lucas ignited a fire, stewing a large pot of mushrooms.

He called the Cobras and the little boy to sit on the ground together. Lucas glanced at the infected dog squatting nearby and began speaking.

"I'll be leaving once we reach Phoenix Mountain."

Lucas said, looking at the Cobras.

His meaning was clear.

He wanted the Cobras to be prepared.

Once they arrived at Phoenix Mountain, the Cobras had the choice to either follow the military or continue following the bus. Lucas was giving them the option.

The Cobras instantly understood his intent with these words.

They looked at Lucas, thought for a moment, and just as they were about to speak, Lucas spoke again.

"If you choose to follow me, it means wandering."

"If we encounter danger, I will certainly prioritize my own safety first. Perhaps then I will have the chance to look out for all of you."

"Furthermore, if any of you make any reckless moves that bring danger, I will kill you."

After Lucas finished speaking, he looked towards the infected dog.

"If you're willing to take care of this child, then take care of him. If not, hand him over to Henry and the others."

In just a few sentences, Lucas made his intentions clear, while also indicating that he had no relationship with the little boy.

The Cobras fell silent.

This was quite different from what they had expected from Lucas.

In their minds, Lucas should have formed a small group, like the motorcycle gang from earlier, and built a team to survive together.

And Lucas would be the leader of this group.

But now, it seemed that Lucas had no such intentions at all.

Previously, two of the Cobra members were killed by the motorcycle gang, and now there were only six members left in their fugitive squad, along with a little boy and his monstrous dog.

When compared to Henry and their military group, it seemed more suitable to follow Henry. The main reason was that they would quickly find a place to settle down, rather than wandering around like Lucas.

As the Cobras contemplated, Lucas got on the bus and picked the second batch of cucumbers, taking some off the bus.

"Food crisis will soon arise. Those who are alive will return to the cities to scavenge for ready-to-eat food."

"Not everyone dares to cook and make fires like me. Zombies and insects are drawn to light."

"The fields will soon become barren. Without sunlight, nothing can be grown."

"Thus, from now on, those who want to survive can only return to the cities."

"It's risky, but it's also an opportunity."

Lucas didn't fully explain his last sentence, but subtly hinted at the Cobras.

As for the military and the upper echelons establishing doomsday fortresses, Lucas couldn't be bothered to talk about that.

In fact, when Lucas was speaking just now, he suddenly thought of something.

He suggested to Henry and the others to go to Phoenix Mountain, and they didn't hesitate at all.

Now, in Lucas' eyes, Phoenix Mountain definitely had its own doomsday fortress.

"Heh."

Lucas felt that after living through the apocalypse for eleven years, he was quite naïve.

The military was involved, yet he, a small fry, was worrying about them.

"I guess when I suggested Henry and the others go to Phoenix Mountain, they probably thought I was a fool."

He self-mockingly said in his heart, sighed, and suddenly felt that his mood was actually much lighter than before.

The pressure cooker simmered.

The Cobras remained lost in thought, while Lucas walked back and forth among the motorcycles left behind by the motorcycle gang, communicating with the system.

"Aren't all these motorcycles enough to exchange for a drone strike?"

"Are you suggesting I dismantle them to make things like refrigerators and ovens?"

"Brother, you want me to use the engines from twenty-something motorcycles to make refrigerators and such?"

Lucas seemed to have trouble communicating with the system, and he was getting annoyed.

Looking at the motorcycles in front of him, several of them were high-end brands.

The best one was even priced similarly to his bus.

But the system saw them as junk.

The system even suggested Lucas draw a refrigerator on a blank red paper using these motorcycles as materials.