Chapter 3 - Fireball Bombardment, Fireball Bombardment, Fireball Bombardment!

"Tsk, I really don’t want to go back to the territory of the Fresh Meat Restaurant. It took so much effort just to get out of there.""I really want to kill a few people to vent my anger! These nauseating homeless people, why should they breathe the same air as we do? A bunch of sewer vermin!" The fox-faced woman scratched her arm’s skin hatefully with a sharp voice until it drew blood.

A few uninvited guests walked forward, passing through mountains of garbage. The pig-faced woman’s sinister gaze roamed around before finally resting on a homeless person blocking her path. She grinned wickedly and kicked the man’s leg, breaking it.

Listening to the homeless man’s cries of agony, the pig-faced woman whistled joyfully, relishing in the thrill of violence, and mercilessly ground her foot into his leg bones, the sound of shattering bones constantly fueling her malice.

Finally, the rabbit-faced man behind couldn’t stand it anymore and reminded her, "It’s about time to stop. I’ve told you many times, you know."

"It’s fine. Even if these homeless people die in Zone One, a place full of hypocrites, no one cares. So many homeless people disappear by ’accident’ every day. A few more tragic ’accidents,’ so what?"

"Wrong. I just can’t stand you wasting time and energy on these homeless people. If I had free bullets, I wouldn’t mind cleaning them all up so I wouldn’t have to worry about the dirty air they’re expelling." The rabbit-faced man kept his hands in his suit pockets. "Don’t forget, we’re here for business."

The fox-faced woman fired a shot into the sky.

The noise startled all the homeless people in the junkyard.

"You, you, you, and you! I know there are treasures brought to this waste treatment plant from the city every day for some reason. I heard last month that a scrapped piece of Power Armor ended up here by mistake. Hand over anything valuable!"

"There’s nothing left, really nothing." A homeless man knelt before the trio, waving his hands and begging desperately.

The fox-faced woman had no patience for him and kicked him to the ground, following it with a gunshot to end the homeless man’s life.

"Just the right thing to ease my displeasure."

Fear began to spread after witnessing someone die.

Xu Xiaoyou saw this, silently stepped back a bit, and shielded the homeless behind her while searching for an escape route with her eyes.

In this world, many top-tier forces exist, and their actions can often indirectly or directly influence hundreds of Nest Cities, or even determine the rise or fall of a Nest City at will.

For example, the Cleaner Association was initially just a small, inconspicuous association in a technologically advanced Nest City, specializing in serving the wealthy. They would post mundane tasks like finding lost rings or pets or mediating neighbor disputes.

Nowadays, it has become a colossal entity with influence covering all Nest Cities, including remote areas still in a primitive state like the Wastelands. Officially, it’s an organization cleaning up Nest City anomalies and maintaining order. However, they do everything from having a presence in politics and business to engaging in black markets like assassinations and trafficking illegal goods, shaping the world’s rules and controlling the workings of the Nest City world, silencing any opposing voices.

Even so, its glamorous facade continues to attract people who choose to join the association, becoming official Cleaners.

Internally, Cleaner ranks are strictly divided from First Tier to Fifth Tier, able to handle corresponding level commissions, and beyond Fifth Tier are graded based on ability into Prism Tier and Light Prism Tier.

Every Cleaner above Fifth Tier is top-tier combat strength, capable of reflecting the world’s brilliance.

First Tier Cleaners, strictly speaking, aren’t much different from ordinary people, but their status makes them untouchable for common Nest City residents.

And now, the three ruthless intruders in the junkyard are all First Tier Cleaners.

"Where’s the dismantled Power Armor military piece!? I don’t have much patience; you have one minute to say it!" the pig-faced woman said viciously.

The homeless present dared not defy these superiors, murderers who kill without blinking.

"It’s all with her. We gave everything to her!" Soon someone betrayed Xu Xiaoyou.

The girl, hiding in a corner and preparing to slip away, couldn’t hold it.

Selling out just like that? No sense of loyalty!

Fine, fine! These past three months, I’ve chased away so many wolves for this group of homeless. They praise me as Master You, but facing danger, they change faces faster than flipping a book!

Forced by the pressure of three threatening gazes, Xu Xiaoyou had no choice but to step forward, gritting her teeth.

"Now, tell me, where are the remnants of the Power Armor?" The pig-faced woman licked her sharp teeth excitedly.

Noticing the bright chain hammer in her hand still stained with dried blood, Xu Xiaoyou swallowed nervously.

"We don’t have much time to waste with you. We give you three minutes." The rabbit-faced man smiled, holding up three fingers.

"Three." He counted, letting down one finger. "Two..."

You call this three minutes?

Xu Xiaoyou cursed internally.

But with a gun pointed at her forehead by the fox woman, she dared not act rashly.