13 Gas station

"Come down!" Derick said to the group of people inside the truck as he parked it next to a gas station by the roadside. They were cramped inside the truck, covered in dust from the road.

Derick felt relieved only after tightly hugging his sister who had jumped down from the truck. Thankfully, he didn't have to regret anything, and his sister was safe and sound.

Angelica opened her mouth, intending to lecture Derick about his reckless behavior. However, seeing his current state, her heart softened, and she gently patted his shoulder, comforting him.

But now was not the time for reminiscing. Although there were no zombies nearby, it didn't mean there was no danger.

Derick briefly spoke with his sister, and Lisa jumped off the truck. She looked at Angelica standing beside Derick, pursing her lips without saying a word.

"Alright, you can all leave now..." Derick said indifferently to the group of survivors next to the truck.

"Hey, how can you talk like that?" one of the survivors, a man, said angrily. The others also expressed their dissatisfaction with Derick's impolite words. True, Derick had saved them, but he didn't have to speak like that, right?

"Little brother, there's no need for that. We're all humans who have survived. It's not easy, so we should help each other," Larry intervened quickly, trying to defuse the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, you helped us, but there's no need to speak like that, right?"

"It's not easy for everyone to survive. We should take care of each other," a few other people chimed in.

"Are you done talking? If you are, then get lost. If it wasn't for saving my sister, why would I bother with you useless bunch?" Derick sneered.

His impolite and slightly insulting words angered the group, and they even forgot their original intentions and started blaming Derick.

"Bang!" The sound of a gunshot rang out as Lisa, standing beside them, fired a shot into the air. It was her first time shooting, and although she missed, she managed to hold onto the gun without dropping it.

Lisa wasn't foolish. Even from a simple analysis, she could see that her master didn't like having this burdensome group with them.

Their incessant chatter had already annoyed Derick, so she decisively fired a warning shot. Although she missed the man who was the most vocal, the bullet grazed past his ear.

Seeing the approving look from Derick, Lisa was determined. She pointed the dark barrel of the gun at the fearful and anxious group of survivors. "Do you have a lot more to say? Didn't my master tell you to get lost? Or did you not hear him?"

Her voice was not loud, soft even, but coupled with the menacing gun barrel in her hand, it silenced the group of survivors.

Angelica, on the side, observed the scene quietly. Although some survivors looked at her, hoping to rely on their previous survival relationship to plead for mercy, Angelica thought to herself, as long as she and her brother were doing well, what did she care about the life or death of others?

However, Lisa's words didn't escape Angelica's keen observation. "Master? Brother?" It had only been a few days, but had her brother become such a master player? Angelica's face carried a playful smile.

However, looking at Lisa's beautiful face and curvaceous figure, she could be considered a top-notch beauty. Not to mention that it seems Angelica also realized that Lisa is a popular A-list actress in the country, who has had no scandals since her debut.

It seems like my little brother has good taste. Angelica couldn't quite determine her feelings about it.

The gunshot from Lisa frightened the group of survivors. Although most of them had rarely encountered firearms in their lives, they knew the power of guns and were not foolish enough to test it themselves. They took a few steps back, feeling scared and fearful.

Larry coldly observed the scene, feeling extremely helpless. If he were closer, he would have confidence in disarming Lisa and taking the handgun from her.

But now, it was simply impossible, especially with Derick standing beside her, whose previous act of smashing the tempered glass with an axe was not forgotten.

"Men, stand on the left. Women, stand on the right," Derick directly addressed the survivors.

There was a brief commotion among the crowd, but after Larry and a few others persuaded them, they obediently separated.

"Lisa, let me teach you. Dealing with these clueless fools requires intimidation, not wasting words," Derick took the Type 54 pistol from Lisa's hand and aimed at one of the men on the left, firing a shot.

"Bang!" The man's forehead was hit, and a bloody hole appeared.

"Ah..." As soon as the men on the left saw Derick taking the gun, they realized things were not good and quickly tried to run. After seeing the man's fate, the others screamed in fear and fled.

"Yes, Master~" Lisa looked radiant as she watched Derick. There was even a hint of admiration in her eyes. Indeed, the Master was formidable. A single shot was so precise, unlike her, who ended up with an empty gun.

"If any of you try to run, you'll end up like the guy on the ground," Derick coldly addressed the eight fearful women on the right. They were also frightened by Derick's ruthlessness, and some even started crying.

"What you're doing is a crime," one of the men on the left said angrily, only Larry remained there, refusing to run. He could understand Derick's actions before, but now Derick's behavior was challenging his bottom line.

"Oh, really? Are you seeking revenge for him?" Derick sneered. This was the apocalypse, who cared if it was a crime or not?

Whether government institutions could exist was one thing, but was there someone here to judge him? If it weren't for thinking it was a waste of bullets, he wouldn't spare any of these men today.

After all, to eliminate the roots, who knew what trouble they would cause if left alive. Derick's planned base would only accept women.

After all, having a base full of beautiful girls was appealing to him. Why would there be men to bother them? On the contrary, he believed it was better to kill them all.

"You..." Larry struggled with his words, then turned his head in frustration and walked away. Derick was happy with this outcome, saving him a bullet.

"Sister, both of you go up there. Leave this place and find somewhere to survive," Derick said to his sister, who was watching the scene with interest.

Then he took out a fuel hose from the gas station and found a card in the pocket of one of the deceased workers. He refueled the truck, which had an empty tank, and drove it into the gas station.

With the help of his sister, Lisa, and a few others, they emptied the supplies in the gas station store. Water,

biscuits, bread, canned food, and various other items, they took everything, practically emptying the store.

They also brought several large cans of gasoline. Fortunately, after emptying out the sand, the truck's cargo area was spacious enough.

Finally, looking at the distant horde of zombies, Derick smiled. He probably didn't even need to take action. Those men who had fled, including Larry, would likely meet their demise in the zombie horde...