Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system



"Dirk, do you feel like this place is eerie? Could it be a trap?" Brad asked in a low voice while exploring the surroundings.

"Don't forget, we are the Rat Clan. Wherever it's eerie, we should go. No risk, no reward. Fortune favors the bold. Just follow me!" Dirk patted Brad's shoulder and confidently said, embodying the role of an older brother. With that, the two of them continued cautiously moving forward, crouching.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of David's new base, which had been upgraded to a Silver Base. Its remarkable concealment made it invisible to ordinary people. Even if the two of them stood at the entrance, they couldn't see that it was a base.

Looking around at the emptiness, Brad scratched his head, looking confused. "Something's not right, Dirk. I heard the sound of car engines coming from here, but there's no one around. Could they have discovered us and left?"

Hearing Brad's words, Dirk also looked puzzled. Based on his experienced intuition, he was absolutely certain that someone had been here, even lived here. However, the empty environment in front of him left him completely perplexed.

"It can't be. We heard the sound with our own ears. Could we both have misheard?" Dirk began to mutter.

Just then, Brad suddenly noticed several cool-looking war vehicles parked not far away. His eyes lit up, and he jogged over to David's off-road vehicle. "Holy shit! These cars are so cool! Are these even cars? They're like post-apocalyptic war machines!"

Brad couldn't resist touching and admiring the off-road vehicle that David had personally modified, his face filled with envy. Dirk also approached, his eyes shining as he looked at the nearby Ferrari.

"Hahaha! I never expected to find a Ferrari in this dump! Looks like we're going to strike it rich today! We'll each take one car and present it to the boss. Then the big boss will surely reward us with the position of deputy squad leader!" Upon hearing Dirk's words, Brad nodded eagerly like a chick pecking at grains. He then opened the car door and prepared to sit inside to fully experience the war vehicle.

"So damn cool!in my whole life, I don't care about women, I only love cars. Today, we must enjoy ourselves." Saying that, Brad pulled open the car door, ready to sit inside and savor the moment. However, as soon as he opened the door, he froze. He noticed a gleaming dagger suddenly appear at his waist, pressing against him as if a slight force would pierce through his entire body. Instantly, fear washed over him, leaving him motionless and a look of panic on his face.

"Dirk, I... I..." Brad quickly pleaded for help from Dirk.

Dirk, who was circling around the Ferrari, couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing Brad's voice. "Look at you, all worked up over an off-road vehicle? What's there to be excited about? And now you can't even speak properly? As long as you stick with the big boss and wait until the day I become the captain of our squad, the big boss will give you luxury cars every day!"

But Brad, at this moment, had no interest in listening to Dirk's empty promises. He slowly raised his head and suddenly saw David sitting in the driver's seat, with Arnold and Charles standing in the back row. Seeing three figures, whether human or ghost, suddenly appearing before him, and realizing that they seemed well-prepared, Brad couldn't bear it any longer. With a loud cry, he turned to runI think you should take a look at

However, David was faster. He extended his foot and kicked Brad's back forcefully. Instantly, Brad was sent flying several meters away like a kite with a broken string and landed on the ground.

"Dirk! Dirk! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" Brad crawled on the ground while his eyes were filled with fear, staring in the direction of the off-road vehicle.

At this moment, Dirk also sensed that something was wrong. He quickly walked over to Brad's side and helped him up. "What's going on? Where did a ghost come from in broad daylight? Stop talking nonsense, or I'll beat you up!"

Dirk tried to appear calm and spoke to Brad, but his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, fearing that something might suddenly appear. Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the underground parking lot. The sound seemed like someone's footsteps, and it sent a slight shiver down his spine. Dirk tightly gripped the dagger in his hand and held it in front of him protectively.

Meanwhile, David emerged from the darkness and approached Dirk. Behind him stood Charles, Duke, and other members of the team.

"Are you guys humans or ghosts?" Dirk, feeling somewhat panicked, asked as he stood up.

David smiled faintly and glanced at him, saying, "To survive in this world, everyone is a ghost." Then his voice suddenly turned extremely cold as he questioned them, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Seeing these people suddenly appearing and being able to speak normally, unlike the mechanical zombies, Dirk instantly realized that they were living humans. He relaxed and the sense of horror he felt earlier disappeared instantly. In his view, as long as they were humans, there was nothing to fear.

So Dirk dusted off himself lightly and looked at David disdainfully, saying, "Who am I? It might scare you if I tell you. We are the Rat Clan, the terrifying group that everyone fears in this world. How about that? Are you scared? If you're scared, hand over all your belongings and these cars to me."

After saying that, Dirk even gestured a decapitation motion towards David. It seemed like as long as David didn't agree, he could kill them on the spot. Hearing Dirk's words, David laughed. In that brief moment, he had sensed the aura from Dirk and realized that he was just an ordinary person, not an awakened ability user. Since he was just an ordinary person, he was in a completely different league from them, the ability users. So why should he be afraid? David looked at Dirk with a playful expression and said, "The Rat Clan? A group that specializes in stealing, right?"

David was familiar with this organization. However, they had always been despised by all survivors because of their reputation for doing anything and everything to get what they wanted. So David's gaze towards Dirk was full of disdain. How could a lowly ant dare to talk tough in front of him? Did he really think that he, a Level 7 ability user, could be ignored?

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