This was undoubtedly a risky move 

While the woman wasn't paying attention, Alex swiftly threw two Molotov cocktails, smashing them beside her.

Instantly, the Molotov cocktails exploded violently.

The woman was forced back against the rocks, surrounded by flames.

She tried to retreat from behind the rocks, only to find that Alex had somehow, unnoticed, approached the rocks and doused them with gasoline, igniting them.

Once again, she was forced into the center of the fire ring.

After trapping his opponent, Alex raised his crossbow and loudly demanded, "Hey, who are you? Come clean."

The woman, trapped within the ring of fire, looked extremely displeased.

She had never expected that Alex would sense her tracking and stealthily ambush her.

Where had she exposed a flaw...

Seeing she wouldn't speak, Alex fired an arrow.

Startled, the woman pitifully said, "10086, I'm 353345! I came here specifically because I was worried you couldn't find the coordinates, I wanted to explain things to you, it's all a misunderstanding..."

Rolling his eyes, Alex impatiently said, "Stop pretending. A flat-chested loli like you is of no use to me. Come clean quickly, and I might spare you. I keep my word."

Number 353345 gritted her teeth in frustration.

She was clearly a cute beauty, yet Alex referred to her as a flat-chested loli.

But the imminent danger made her fleeting thoughts disappear.

Instead, she confessed, "Fine, I'll confess. But you must keep your promise not to harm me!"

Alex didn't waste words but urged, "Hurry up, stop dragging it out."

Number 353345 sighed inwardly.

It seemed this "10086" was truly ruthless.

Trying to gain trust through appearance was futile.

She had no choice but to confess truthfully.

"I'm Emma, as you already know, with the code 353345. I sold you the coordinates because I thought you'd help me scout or distract the zombies, benefiting us both."

In fact, even without Emma's confession, Alex could have deduced that she was using him.

Unfortunately for her, she encountered Alex.

Alex, with his abundant resources, had the capability to turn the tables.

However, what puzzled him was why Emma had such audacity to track him alone.

"Hey, Emma, right? Your status indicates you're in a team. Where are your teammates?"

Emma raised her hands to her head and, feeling vexed, replied, "I wanted to keep it to myself, so I didn't inform anyone in the team."

Alex tentatively believed this explanation.

Then, he kept facing Emma and slowly moved towards the warehouse.

Seeing Alex wanting to leave while she was still trapped within the fire ring, Emma hastily shouted, "Hey, 10086, I've told you everything. Shouldn't you let me out now? Hey!"

Alex didn't stop, shouting back, "I said I'd spare you, and I haven't killed you! Whether you can get out or not depends on your luck, it's none of my concern!"

After Alex finished speaking, he turned and ran off, leaving Emma alone within the ring of fire.

Emma was infuriated, scratching her head in place and shouting in the direction Alex had gone, "10086, you wait for me!!"

Alex naturally heard Emma's voice, but he didn't even glance back as he ran towards the warehouse with the golden-tier supply crate.

Alex had no interest in letting out a woman who had tried to harm him.

Leaving her alive to face her fate was already more than fair.

For others, they might worry about potential retaliation from Emma and just kill her outright.

However, although Alex didn't directly lay hands on her, he didn't believe Emma could survive in such a ring of fire.

As the flames spread, it was only a matter of time before she burned to death.

Arriving at the warehouse where the zombies congregated, Alex frowned as he observed the situation inside.

It was a large single-story warehouse, with limited space to maneuver.

Looking around at the surrounding woods, Alex made a decision.

...

The zombies roamed both inside and outside the vast warehouse.

They gathered aimlessly, instinctively drawn to the vicinity of the golden-tier supply crate.

It was this crate that had already fed them several times.

Emma wasn't the first to sell intelligence.

Or rather, her intelligence wasn't exclusively provided to Alex.

Before Alex, Emma had interacted with many survivors and groups.

However, these people had all ended up as fodder for the zombies.

Emma took advantage of the situation to gather intelligence rewards and the belongings dropped by survivors after their deaths.

This time, Emma thought Alex would also end up in vain.

If she lost her life, she could still benefit from licking the package.

But she didn't expect that those who often walked by the river would eventually get their shoes wet, falling into Alex's trap.

Clang!

The zombies outside the warehouse were attracted by the sudden noise and growled lowly as they approached to investigate.

Immediately after, a massive explosion sent the zombies flying.

More zombies poured out of the warehouse.

The huge noise was from the grenades Alex had thrown to attract the zombies' attention.

Following that, Alex forcefully hurled two gasoline canisters.

When they reached the horde of zombies, the Molotov cocktails attached to the gasoline canisters exploded upon impact, igniting the gasoline and swiftly creating a sea of fire.

It wasn't that Alex didn't want to ignite the gasoline canisters with a gun; it's just that he didn't have much confidence in his marksmanship at the moment.

So, attaching Molotov cocktails was a safer bet.

While the majority of the zombies were lured by the fire, Alex had quietly circled around and entered through a window at the back of the warehouse.

Even though most of them stayed outside the warehouse, there were still quite a few zombies around the crate.

Alex's actions outside the warehouse were just a diversion; what he really wanted was to silently steal the supply crate..

If Alex hadn't come across gasoline today, this plan wouldn't have been feasible.

Upon entering the warehouse, the zombies inside immediately noticed him and charged straight at him.

But Alex remained calm, pulling out a gasoline canister and unscrewing the cap.

He sprinted with the canister in hand, allowing the zombies to chase after him from behind.