Even more surprisingly, aside from a few buildings where the circuits had been destroyed by external forces, the intact areas of the pharmaceutical factory still had electricity. Clearly, the factory’s independent power system was still operating normally. Along the way, Luna Dawson casually turned on the lights wherever she could. She even found a remote control and turned on the air conditioning.

She absolutely hated pitch-black environments. Having to guess what was hiding in the dark was too exhausting. Since her spiritual power perception hadn’t recovered yet, she would be incredibly annoyed if she couldn’t see clearly, too.

Seeing that Luna actually had the leisure to find a remote and turn on the AC, Clayton Churchill’s eyes went wide. Disbelief written all over his face, he couldn’t help but lower his voice. “Captain Dawson… given the situation, why are you turning on the AC?”

Luna wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her tone was completely matter-of-fact, carrying a hint of heat-induced impatience. “It’s forty degrees out here. Aren’t you hot?”

“I am… it’s just… I mean…” Clayton stammered. He wanted to say that this wasn’t the time to be seeking comfort, and that they should remain constantly vigilant while in danger, but he didn’t know how to refute her logic.

“Just what? It’s not like you’re paying the electricity bill,” Luna shot him a glance, ruthlessly cutting him off.

Clayton was choked into silence. He really shouldn’t have opened his mouth. He never expected that while everyone else was on edge and staying highly alert, Luna would actually be thinking about improving their living conditions. Her composure was both admirable and exasperating.

Ever since entering Decron, Kyle Keith had become much quieter. He always looked as if his mind was wandering, his gaze unfocused as if lost in thought, exuding a faint sense of detachment. However, as long as Luna was nearby, he would always find a way to stay close to her, silently following at a moderate distance.

Just like now. He walked quietly on Luna’s right without saying a word. In the already narrow corridor, he and Kevin Keane walked on either side of her, sandwiching her perfectly in the middle. If one didn’t know how powerful Luna’s superpower was, they would assume she was being heavily protected by these two men. It was a rather intriguing sight.

Originally, Rhonda Dawson had been walking side-by-side with Luna. But as they progressed, she had unknowingly been squeezed forward by Kyle, ending up walking alongside Blake Blue and Clayton. She could only look back at Luna and Miles Dawson from time to time, her eyes filled with vigilance toward the end of the corridor.

Miles and Aaron Palmer were walking in the middle of the group with the younger ones. They also glanced back occasionally at the trio bringing up the rear. They watched Luna expertly gather the supplies they found along the way. Kevin would chat with her from time to time, pointing out discoveries or things to watch out for, while Kyle simply waited at a discreet distance. Once Luna finished collecting the items, Kyle would seamlessly fall back into step, and the three of them would continue walking side by side.

“Tsk, what’s the deal with Kyle? Why is he always sticking to Luna?” Aaron remarked, watching the trio gather supplies.

Clayton paused for a moment, muttering, “My captain is just looking out for Captain Dawson… He’s worried there might be an accident while she’s collecting supplies.”

Miles narrowed his eyes. “We don’t need his concern. My sister has her whole family to look out for her.”

Blake chuckled. “Does Luna even need anyone’s concern? If she came on this mission by herself, it probably would’ve gone much smoother.”

Rhonda hummed in agreement. “Ever since the apocalypse started, our whole family has relied on Luna to make it this far. If anything, she’s the one who’s always worrying about us.”

Aaron scratched his head and let out a hearty laugh. “True. Besides, Brother Kevin and Luna look so good walking together. Kyle just looks like a scrawny pretty boy. I feel like Luna could punch him to death with a single blow.”

Clayton was left speechless.

Blake nodded seriously. “Indeed. Very few people can withstand a hit from Luna.”

Miles grinned, flashing his white teeth. “It’s fine, Brother Kevin can take a beating. They fought the very first time they met. My sister is even fiercer now. If they fought hand-to-hand, they could definitely go several rounds.”

Rhonda shot Miles a helpless glare. “Crazy. Why would they fight? They look so harmonious like this.”

Aaron’s face darkened. “It would be truly harmonious if we kicked Kyle far away.”

Standing in the middle of the group, Clayton couldn’t help but argue back. “My captain is an outstanding talent. There are so many girls at the base who like him. Of course, it’s only human nature for him to admire a rare High-level Superpower User like Captain Dawson.”

Miles couldn’t help but raise his chin proudly. “There are plenty of people who admire my sister. We don’t need him.”

Clayton fell silent again. He really couldn’t win an argument when he was completely surrounded.

Completely unaware that they were being gossiped about, the trio followed the group into the research and development building. With a loud BEEP, Luna turned on the central air conditioning.

Dylan DuPont spoke up, addressing the captains. “Let’s rest for half an hour to replenish our superpowers. We should also plan our next move.”

Hearing this, everyone found a place to sit down. They pulled out their Enhancing Liquids and gulped them down. After all the running and fighting along the way, the vast majority of them had nearly depleted their superpowers. With the possibility of Patchworks appearing at any moment, they had to be prepared in advance.

The captains gathered together. William Walsh’s expression was grave. “Research and development is Omni’s core secret. My father didn’t talk about it much at home. I only know that these two elevators are the only way in, and every researcher needs to swipe their ID card to enter.”

Kyle swept his gaze over the area before settling his eyes on the elevators. He said in a deep voice, “We must leave people to guard the elevators. On one hand, we need to prevent zombies from destroying them. On the other hand, it will ensure that we can safely ride the elevators out during our evacuation, avoiding any mishaps.”

The group quickly divided up the tasks, assigning a portion of their members to stand guard by the elevators. Just as they confirmed that Ian Wyatt’s Omni Team Three and Sebastian Spencer and Yvonne Ford’s Genesis Squad would hold the line, the display screen of the elevator in front of them lit up—without anyone pressing a button.

The elevator was descending rapidly, and the number on the display screen showed the third basement floor…

Sharon Sloan’s eyes lit up for a moment. Her lips trembled as she murmured, “Dad… is that… Dad?”

William’s eyes widened at the same time, but his internal guess was completely different from his sister’s. He was filled with a wave of dread and horror.

Decron was already a living hell, and the pharmaceutical factory was littered with corpses. No matter how foolish he might be, he understood that the survival rate for anyone left in this city was practically zero.

Everyone fell into a dead silence. The only sound was the BUZZ of the operating elevator, so dull and heavy that it made their chests tighten. The lights flickered, casting shadows over their tense faces, their eyes harboring unconcealable fear. No one knew what exactly was coming up from this bottomless underground.

The numbers on the elevator’s display screen kept ticking. With every change, the air grew heavier.

B3… B2… B1… 1st Floor…

The BUZZ of the elevator was infinitely amplified in the quiet room. The narrow space was instantly so deadly silent that everyone’s heavy, rapid heartbeats could be heard. Someone couldn’t help but gasp. The hairs on their bodies stood on end as cold sweat slid down their temples, dampening their bangs.

In front of the elevator panel, only the faint red light from the display screen illuminated their pale faces. The smell of disinfectant in the air, mixed with the faint scent of blood, became increasingly pungent.

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