Aaron Palmer couldn’t help but marvel, “It’s way too clean in here. This doesn’t look like a post-apocalyptic wasteland at all.”

“It’s alright. Luna, give me a T-shirt.” Miles Dawson tugged at his sticky, dirty clothes, grumbling with a frown as he felt entirely uncomfortable.

Luna Dawson turned to glance at her younger brother, who was getting ready to strip. A hint of mischief flashed in her eyes. With a mere thought, Miles Dawson’s clothes were entirely stripped away and stored, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

She looked up, sweeping her gaze over Kevin Keane, Blake Blue, and Aaron Palmer nearby. A playful smirk curled the corners of her lips. “Do you guys want a one-click undress? Save yourselves the trouble.”

The three men simultaneously shook their heads like crazy, their faces full of resistance. They looked as if they were terrified of being teased by her.

Watching this, Rhonda Dawson burst into laughter with a sudden PFFT, taking out a tissue to wipe the grime off Miles Dawson’s face.

Luna Dawson let out an “oh,” her tone tinged with regret. A summer outfit appeared out of thin air, smacking Miles Dawson squarely on the forehead. He wasn’t shy in the slightest, openly picking up the clothes and putting them on. Before the apocalypse, he used to participate in swimming competitions wearing far less, so he was already used to it.

Behind them, the members of the Omni Squad couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. To think his clothes could be removed just like that! Two or three female members blushed slightly, their gazes subtly sizing up Miles Dawson’s physique. They muttered to themselves, “These muscles sure look solid…”

Before anyone could get a good look, Miles Dawson had dressed himself in a few quick motions. He pushed open the door to a nearby office, ducked inside, and began rummaging through cabinets without a word, searching for useful supplies and clues.

As the Omni Squad members watched this unfold, a hint of envy suddenly crept into their hearts. They thought it must be nice to be Luna Dawson’s teammate. There was no need to be overly cautious or awkwardly reserved, and they would be protected by her.

Dylan DuPont, meanwhile, was annoyed to the point of getting a headache. Aaron Palmer was on his left, and Miles Dawson was on his right. The two surrounded him, chattering endlessly.

“Commander Ford, should we take this document?”

“What about that equipment? It looks pretty useful.”

“Which data is important? Are the documents more important, or these reagents?”

Dylan DuPont wore a look of absolute helplessness. How was he supposed to know? He was already clutching over a dozen boxes of mysterious reagents in his arms. Each one seemed useful, but he simply couldn’t tell which ones were the highest priority.

Leaning against the office doorway, Luna Dawson watched his flustered state and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Alright, stop torturing Commander Ford. How about this? I’ll store all these things. Once we bring them back to the base, we can let the research institute slowly sort through the useful data themselves. How does that sound?”

Dylan DuPont’s head snapped up from the pile of computer data. The annoyance on his face vanished instantly, returning to his usual polite and elegant demeanor. His eyes were filled with anticipation, mixed with a hint of uncertainty. “Can you? Are you really able to pack it all away?”

Seeing him pressing his lips together in a mix of hope and conflict, Luna Dawson spoke casually. “Sure. But let’s get one thing straight. Except for this equipment, all other salvaged supplies will be calculated for extra points according to the base’s regulations.”

“Deal! No problem!” Dylan DuPont was overjoyed. At this moment, he felt like Luna Dawson was Doraemon, always able to solve any trouble at the critical moment.

As a result, the group stopped tirelessly searching through the offices. They all followed behind Luna Dawson, walking forward along the circular corridor.

With a shift of her thoughts, everything movable within a radius of dozens of meters centered around her—aside from the floor’s fixed fixtures—was stored into her space. She didn’t even spare a single wall along the edges. Her fingertips brushed against the surfaces, searching meticulously, afraid of missing any hidden spots.

Sure enough, she sensed several secret rooms near some hidden crevices in the walls. Inside were piles of classified documents and experimental equipment. Using her superpower, Luna Dawson stored everything into her space from a distance, leaving absolutely nothing behind.

Just like that, the group accompanied Luna Dawson as she gradually cleared out all the supplies from the offices and secret rooms on the second basement level. From start to finish, the process took more than two solid hours.

Everyone was utterly exhausted and aching all over. Fortunately, not a single zombie or Patchwork had appeared from beginning to end on this floor. The group was finally able to relax a little and ease their taut nerves.

Dylan DuPont raised his wrist to check his smart band. The time on the screen displayed past five in the morning. Taking a deep breath, he pushed down his fatigue and spoke up to encourage everyone. “Let’s push a little harder, everyone. We just have one last floor to go. Once we finish the search, we’ll find a place to rest. Hang in there!”

The moment his voice faded, the crowd instantly perked up and gathered at the elevator doors. Having gone through so much, no one dared to act alone anymore. They only wanted to stick close to Luna Dawson to seek a shred of security.

Luna Dawson continued to lead her own people into the elevator first. The Omni Squad, Dylan DuPont, and the others followed closely behind. Crammed inside the elevator, they glanced around vigilantly, terrified of being left behind and even more terrified of another unexpected incident.

The elevator doors slowly slid shut with a soft DING. It should have descended smoothly, but in the next second, an extreme sense of weightlessness suddenly swept over them!

The elevator plummeted downward like a kite with a snapped string. The speed was so fast it was suffocating. The lights inside went out instantly, plunging the display screen into pitch-blackness. Immediately after, a chaotic burst of static echoed as dense, erratic code popped up and flickered on the screen, adding an extra layer of despair.

“AHH!”

Rhonda Dawson’s heart clenched. Trembling with fear, her hands clamped in a death grip around Miles Dawson’s and Luna Dawson’s arms. Her knuckles turned white, and her voice shook violently.

Unfazed by the crisis, Luna Dawson shouted at the top of her lungs, “Little Sweet Potato, Brother Ian! Quick, control the elevator! We can’t let it fall this fast!”

“Got it!”

Blake Blue responded instantly, a powerful surge of superpower rippling from his body. Pushing his abilities to the absolute limit, an invisible barrier burst open, tightly wrapping around the rapidly plummeting elevator in an attempt to slow their descent.

Immediately following that, Little Sweet Potato’s vines shot out from the gaps in the elevator car. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH! Dense and impossibly tough, they acted like countless thick ropes, wrapping securely around the elevator’s exterior. Working in tandem with Blake Blue’s superpower, they fought desperately to cushion the impact of the fall.

In the split second Luna Dawson issued her command, a massive water sphere had already coalesced at her fingertips. At the same time, she divided it into several smaller water spheres that accurately encased Rhonda Dawson, Miles Dawson, and the others, one by one. The water spheres were soft yet resilient, maximizing the buffer against any collision damage.

Kevin Keane had been standing steadily by Luna Dawson’s right side. The moment the elevator fell, he turned his body almost instinctively. One hand securely shielded Luna Dawson’s back, pulling her slightly into his embrace, while his other hand braced steadily above her head, protecting her from any surrounding collisions.

Because the two were pressed so closely together, after the small water spheres wrapped around Rhonda Dawson and the others, he and Luna Dawson ended up trapped in the very same sphere. Their skin brushed against each other, their warm breaths intertwining.

SCREEEECH!

An agonizingly shrill sound of twisting and grinding metal suddenly erupted, as if the elevator were about to be ripped apart at any moment. The ear-piercing noise pierced their eardrums, making their scalps tingle and their bodies shudder in dread.

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