Colonial Suit

With a piercing scream, Black Bear's only remaining right arm was slowly pulled out by Bloodshot. Bloodshot's movements weren't fast, as if to let Black Bear experience a little more pain, applying force bit by bit. With his actions, Black Bear's right arm muscles bulged, thick tendons began to emit tearing sounds of being unable to bear the weight, and some blood vessels began to burst, oozing a large amount of blood. The underarm area was even more twisted and deformed, the skin stretched almost to its limit.

The pain of having an arm torn off like this was definitely not something ordinary people could withstand. So Black Bear screamed after only a short while. An ordinary person's arm would have broken long ago after such pulling. But his arm had been specially strengthened by Lord Kester, belonging to a semi-mechanical, semi-biological state, so how could it be easily broken?

As a result, the pain inflicted on Black Bear was immediately increased several times. As Bloodshot applied force bit by bit, Black Bear felt that even the bones on his right side began to ache violently, as if they were about to be pulled out of his body along with his right arm.

"Ahhh! Stop, let me go! Let me go!" Black Bear howled desperately, shaking his head from side to side. Painful tears were about to flow. At this moment, he had only one thought, which was to let Bloodshot let go. He didn't care what he had to pay for it.

But Bloodshot didn't let go, only slowed down the pulling force. Then he turned his head and looked at Black Bear indifferently.

He didn't speak, but that indifferent gaze made Black Bear shudder involuntarily, and then he said the information Bloodshot wanted at the fastest speed in his life. In his opinion, no matter how deep his hatred for Bloodshot was, the most important thing was still his own life. Moreover, although he wasn't afraid of death, he didn't want to endure the terror of having his arm torn off alive again.

Fortunately, Bloodshot didn't seem to be a bloodthirsty person. Black Bear was delighted to see that as he spoke the information, the ferocity in Bloodshot's eyes began to dissipate, gradually returning to his usual coldness.

Perhaps, if he offered a little more compensation, Bloodshot might not necessarily kill him? Black Bear thought hopefully.

"Is that it?" Bloodshot's voice rang in Black Bear's ear, and Black Bear was horrified to discover that Bloodshot had somehow returned to that hideous expression. His face changed drastically.

"Wait… wait! You… you said you'd let me go! You said it!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't say that," Bloodshot replied. Then he pulled hard with both hands, and with a ripping sound, Black Bear's right arm was torn from his body. Metal bones and veins scattered at the break. A large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain. Black Bear screamed miserably.

Looking at Black Bear's painful and fearful appearance, Bloodshot then raised his right foot to his throat. Then, in his desperate gaze…

He stomped down hard! When he walked into the No. 7 Shelter again, Bloodshot could hardly recognize the environment here.

Perhaps because he had obtained the support of Grand Lord Kester. The scale of the No. 7 Shelter had doubled. The main body moved from the underground sewer to the ground. The abandoned buildings and houses in the ruins were renovated and repaired. New streets and shops also began to take shape. Since the water treatment system was repaired, the population limit that the No. 7 Shelter could supply had reached 50,000. Clean water resources attracted a large number of refugees. Turning this originally desolate ruin into a gathering point with a surging flow of people.

This was the meaning of having a water source. In the apocalypse, having water was equivalent to having the foundation for development. Coupled with sufficient time. Any place could become a paradise that people yearned for.

Casually strolling down the street, a burly giant followed closely behind Bloodshot. This guy was called Kobe, a subordinate of Black Bear, and also the only survivor of the last battle. When Bloodshot found him, he was trembling in the gap of a cement slab. Looking at Bloodshot's eyes as if looking at a man-eating demon. Before Bloodshot could speak, he knelt on the ground, crying and shouting for Bloodshot to spare his life. The price was that he would be Bloodshot's slave.

Bloodshot agreed to his request. This world was so cruel. Kobe was lucky, if he hadn't opened his mouth to beg for mercy in time, then Bloodshot would have cut off his neck in the next moment.

As he walked into the No. 7 Shelter, the flow of people gradually increased. But no one dared to approach Bloodshot, all avoiding him from a distance. At this moment, Bloodshot's appearance was very terrifying, a body of blood mixed with minced meat flowed down his clothes, leaving a bloody footprint on the road with every step. At the same time, there were dense wounds on his body, opening like a baby's mouth, some even showing the pale bones and cyan tendons.

These were all left to Bloodshot by Black Bear, but Bloodshot didn't care. His body was very special. As long as they weren't fatal wounds, they would heal quickly. It only required consuming a certain amount of body energy. What he needed most now was food. After a great battle, his physical strength was severely depleted, and even a single high-compression nutrient injection couldn't completely alleviate it. So he urgently needed to eat. This was the best way to replenish body energy.

Walking into a roadside bar, Bloodshot sat directly in front of the bar. "Give me food. Level three or above, a large quantity, money is not a problem."

The giant Kobe immediately stepped forward and put a bag of ore on the bar. The bar owner's eyes lit up immediately, and he agreed repeatedly. Soon, a large amount of food was delivered to Bloodshot like flowing water.

Bloodshot began to devour it. He ate very quickly, and his eating manners were even worse. But at this moment, no one in the bar dared to laugh at him. In fact, from the moment he walked into the bar, the entire bar suddenly became quiet. Everyone was taken aback by Bloodshot.

God, how many people has this guy killed…

The blood on his body alone looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. And there were so many pale pieces of meat and tendons hanging on his body. He looked like a demon walking out of the abyss. His whole body exuded the smell of blood. Making people want to vomit. Some timid customers in the bar immediately fainted. The bolder ones carefully maintained a certain distance from Bloodshot, and then quietly slipped away.

"Hmph, a bunch of bumpkins who haven't seen the world," the bar owner snorted disdainfully. He was a newcomer to the No. 7 Shelter, having crossed a large area of wasteland. He didn't know how many warriors he had seen covered in blood like Bloodshot. Naturally, he looked down on those timid locals.

Moreover, although Bloodshot's appearance was scary, he himself was not threatening at all. On the contrary, he followed the rules very well. It's just…

Well… he ate a bit too much…

In just a few minutes, Bloodshot had swept away all the food the boss had brought, followed by another batch. But he was still devouring it. He didn't look satisfied at all. And the giant Kobe stood behind Bloodshot with his arms crossed, looking around with fierce eyes.

Bloodshot's meal lasted a full hour and a half. It didn't end until he had eaten all the food in the entire bar. When he walked out of the bar, Kobe said to Bloodshot carefully.

"My lord, may I ask if we are going to take over now?"

"Take over? Take over what?"

"Of course, the property of Boss Black Bear. You know, although Boss Black Bear was killed by you. But there are still many other gang leaders here. Their news is very well-informed. I believe they already know that Boss Black Bear has been killed. If we don't act quickly, they will definitely take the lead," Kobe said, looking at Bloodshot's face.

Take the lead in reaping the benefits while taking advantage of the fire? Bloodshot thought for a while, then nodded. "Okay!"

When they approached Black Bear's villa, many people had already arrived first. They were all burly men with tattoos all over their bodies. But when they saw Bloodshot and Kobe's appearance. These men's faces changed, revealing a look of fear.

The news of the No. 7 Shelter spread quickly. They had long known that Black Bear had been killed by a hunter. Moreover, all of Bloodshot's characteristics had been inquired in detail. Seeing Bloodshot's blood-stained appearance at this moment, who wouldn't know that he was the culprit who killed Black Bear?

The apocalypse was a world where the strong were respected. So seeing Bloodshot and Kobe approaching, these men silently made way for a passage.

The two walked into the villa unimpeded.

As soon as they entered the villa, they heard a group of people arguing fiercely, as well as intimidation and threats. Bloodshot looked around and saw that three groups of people had already gathered in the hall of the villa. They were fiercely negotiating the ownership of Black Bear's property. These three groups each had a leader. They were a black man, a young man in a white suit, and an old man with white hair. But these three leaders didn't participate in the quarrel, just watching their subordinates scold each other. But anyone with a clear mind could see that their quarrel was meaningless. The final result would only count when the three leaders spoke.

And the reason why the three leaders didn't speak was probably still because of Bloodshot.

After all, Black Bear was killed by Bloodshot. According to the rules of the apocalypse, everything here should belong to Bloodshot. Of course, if these few bosses were strong enough to kill Bloodshot, they could naturally ignore this rule. But if they really had that strength, why would they struggle to survive under Black Bear's suppression?

"Hehe, it seems we don't need to argue here. The real owner has already arrived." Seeing Bloodshot and Kobe's figures, the black man suddenly said with a smile. The young man in the suit and the old man in Chinese clothing on the opposite side remained silent, looking at Bloodshot together.

Their eyes had no hostility, but carried a faint sense of oppression. If ordinary people were watched by them like this, they would probably be overwhelmed in just a moment.

But Bloodshot didn't care about their gazes, but silently walked past the three groups of strong men… all the way to the three leaders.

"I heard that someone wants to take my property."