Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 119 Space Expansion (2 words)

The timing and blind spot of that move were very tricky, and she was also distracted by dealing with the people outside. Even with talent, it is impossible to be perfect in every aspect.

If she had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, she would be a corpse by now!

Sun Fu's target was her; he was there to kill her with a single blow.

But it's strange that they didn't know each other before, they'd never even met, so why were they so determined to kill her, the one who seemed to pose the least threat?

"Because of space." Song Jinhe raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Sun Fu slit the neck of the fleeing man with a knife and sneered, "Yes, I noticed you when you came in and set fires all the way. I was guarding the shelter at that time."

"Those overconfident fools will be killed as soon as they show their faces."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qi Sixing and Zhuang Ting, who were fighting outside.

It's normal for people who have space to be more aware of issues that others might miss.

Song Jinhe gripped her weapon tightly and continued to probe for information, "Then I'm curious, why are you so determined to kill me?"

Anyone who didn't know better would think they'd dug up his ancestral graves and stolen his wife.

"Is there even a need to ask? Of course, it's because I can't allow another person with space to exist."

Sun Fu's expression hardened, and sharp, pointed objects around him were swirling into the air.

"Moreover, this person was a bandit who broke into the shelter. Others may not know, but we know how important the space is. That's how I, as one of the elders, created the shelter."

Song Jinhe rolled on the ground, dodging the blade aimed at her eyes. Seeing that Sun Fu was about to go over and control Cheng Yan to threaten her, her eyes immediately turned cold, and she swung the broken table beside her and smashed it.

Suddenly, her perception talent kicked in again. Without time to think, Song Jinhe retreated sharply, instinctively raising her knife to block.

A cold, stinging sensation swept across her side. It was so fast that she only had time to protect her vital organs and minimize the damage.

Song Jinhe was slashed on the side, the wound was on the skin, and blood seeped out instantly. The cut on Sun Fushui's wood-cutter's knife, where blood dripped, was rusty.

She was panting heavily, and after a brief moment of mental blankness, she finally realized what the problem was.

Most of the objects darting around in the air were illusions. Sun Fu hadn't turned to attack Cheng Yan either; his intention from the beginning was to lure her into the trap.

This person is quite adept at playing dirty tricks; if it weren't for Gou Wang's talent, she would be dead here today.

But this also shows that Sun Fu can't fight head-on either. Someone like him, whose goal is clearly to kill, wouldn't resort to so many fancy tricks if he had enough strength.

"I'm getting more and more curious about your talent." Sun Fu's face twisted, and his attacks became increasingly ruthless. She dodged it once because she was vigilant, but she was dodged again even when she used her talent. This woman is indeed strange.

Just now, his knife was about to cut her forehead when she suddenly felt a dull pain in her head, her arm went numb, and she was kicked in a groin, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Stop those two! Kill the doctor!" Sun Fu roared at the people outside.

He shouted it out on purpose to put pressure on the other party, causing them to make a mistake in their haste and reveal their weaknesses.

This is his territory. There are only three people on the other side, and they have to protect a wounded soldier. The longer this drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be. He can wear them down by using a war of attrition.

Song Jinhe used her talent to attack Sun Fu, giving herself a brief respite, as she was out of Molotov cocktails.

This person creates afterimages very quickly, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. The two of them ran out of bullets while playing with guns, and neither of them killed the other. In the chaos, Song Jinhe shot through the skull of someone who was about to launch a sneak attack.

The two men, who were known for targeting vital points, simply put away their guns and fought desperately with their melee weapons and natural talent. Song Jinhe twisted her wrist, which was aching to the bone; she was not as strong as Sun Fu.

But she dodges attacks quickly; it seems like she's risking her life, but every move she makes is the best possible solution.

Most importantly, Sun Fu's talent had little impact on her; Sun Fu's previous advantage had vanished.

boom!
It was the power grid that was making noise. I don't know what happened, but there was a burst of electricity and sparks, and the scorching heat caused the detector lights to go out. The crackling sound echoed in my ears.

Thick smoke from the burning embers drifted into the air, illuminating half of the dark sky.

Zombies, alerted by the commotion, squeezed in through the various openings.

The entire shelter was in complete chaos. The newly organized team was running around like headless flies in the firelight, with the charred corpses of their comrades lying on the ground.

"Damn it! Wasn't that kid on the left?! How come there's another problem with the power grid?!"

Shouts and curses rang out amidst the chaos.

"We haven't heard anything from Sun Fu!"

"He should be able to handle it, he might have already killed the other party. Call in people with fire-type talents, find them by any means necessary! Confirm their location!"

Swah——

As the cold light fell, blood gushed from one of Sun Fu's shoulders.

If he had been a fraction slower, he would have chopped off the head, not the shoulder.

Song Jinhe clicked her tongue in disappointment, kicked Sun Fu in the leg, and swung her knife with both hands to slash, using all her remaining strength to launch a mental attack.

With a 'clang,' Sun Fu's weapon was knocked out of his hand. He then took out another one from his spatial storage. In the interim moment, Song Jinhe slashed his thigh with a knife.

The moment Sun Fu fell to the ground, she turned cold and quickly stabbed him again.

"Ah!!!" Sun Fu screamed and staggered back, using his uninjured hand to push himself up.

"The fire outside is about to spread! If we keep fighting, you'll all die here! How about this, since you don't want to take the doctor away, let's compromise!"

As they were talking, the beams of the house next door collapsed from the fire, and all that could be seen was a sea of ​​flames.

“I was just thinking about something. Your reasons for wanting to kill me sound somewhat reasonable, but something just doesn’t feel right to me.”

Song Jinhe's lips curled up slightly, her eyes revealing a meaningful glint. "Killing me would be the biggest benefit for you—it would expand your spatial storage, wouldn't it?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Sun Fu's face, but he quickly regained his composure. "What are you talking about? What space expansion?"

"Do you really think I'm stupid?" Song Jinhe smiled and said, word by word, "I want this benefit too."

The potential unleashed by a person's will to survive is unpredictable. Song Jinhe raised the knife again; now everyone was truly risking their lives.

The fire was too big, and time didn't allow her to worry about anything else. She was determined to kill Sun Fu, even if it meant getting injured herself.

Crimson bloodstains splattered on Song Jinhe's face and eyelids, while Sun Fu let out a series of howls.

He went from saying he used to be a good person to cursing wildly, and finally Song Jinhe accurately located his position in the illusory scene and stabbed him in the chest.

Today's chapter is back to 2,000 words! I'm still not feeling well enough to sit and write for long periods, so it will take some time before I can resume 4K updates. Please bear with me.