James Lone was just about to take action when he suddenly saw a large group of people approaching the safe zone.

Leading the pack were dozens of individuals who were armed!

A significant number of survivors trailed behind them, and hidden within the crowd were at least a dozen superhumans.

James Lone frowned slightly. "Everyone, stay awake! Get up; something might happen!"

The women shot up in surprise. "Master, what's going on?"

James focused on the direction of the safe zone. "Things might get chaotic; everyone grab a weapon and stay alert. There could be some trying to take advantage of the situation and steal something."

Just then, gunshots and deafening shouts erupted from the safe zone.

...

Eddy Lone stood over a hundred meters outside the safe zone, faced with a sea of survivors lying in disarray.

They couldn't move forward.

The road was completely blocked.

He fired a shot into the sky.

Bang!

The survivors surrounding him jumped to their feet in alarm.

"What was that?" "What's going on?"

Eddy roared, "Brothers, let's storm in and grab the food!"

"The food in there is more than they can consume, yet they refuse to share with us! We're going to confront them!"

With that, Eddy and his group surged forward, while the crowd behind them followed suit, howling with rage.

"Charge in!" "Steal the food!" "Damn those military bastards!"

The survivors lying on the ground scrambled to get out of the way, panicking as they rolled and crawled to avoid the surging horde.

Those who reacted slowly found themselves trampled beneath countless feet, soon falling silent.

Chaos erupted.

"Run!" "Help!" "It hurts! Don't step on me! Don't step on me!" "Mom! Mom!"

The thunderous sound of thousands of feet pounding echoed.

The people inside the safe zone stared blankly at the source of the noise.

Due to the darkness and purple mist, they couldn't make out what was happening outside.

By the time they realized the swarm was upon them, it was too late to grab their belongings; they could only turn and flee.

Some tried to grab their backpacks but found that those who were slow to react did not escape in time and were trampled to death.

As Eddy and his group ran to the side, hidden within the mist, no one noticed that their leader had already made his escape; everyone instinctively rushed into the fray.

Wilson hadn't anticipated this move at all.

He never thought the rebels would avoid attacking directly but instead incite thousands of survivors to stampede.

Even if he had considered it, he had no way to counter it.

An overwhelming swell of survivors crashed through the barbed wire, charging into the supply point.

"Open fire! Open fire!" Wilson yelled in sheer panic.

Fearful soldiers didn't have time to think; they instinctively pulled their triggers.

Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!

The survivors were instantly thrown into disarray, scattering in every direction.

"Help!" "The soldiers are killing us!" "Run! Run!"

In that moment, Wilson couldn't catch his breath.

Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and flames erupted from the earth.

Whoosh!

Two soldiers were incinerated on the spot, reduced to ashes before they could even scream!

"There's a superhuman! A superhuman!"

"Quick, shoot!"

Terrified, the soldiers fired wildly in every direction.

They had no idea where the superhuman might be lurking.

Bullets quickly ran out, and they hurriedly fumbled to reload their weapons.

Then, out of nowhere, a survivor suddenly transformed, growing to a towering four meters in height, covered in thick black fur, with a head resembling a wild boar and enormous tusks protruding from its mouth.

Roar!

With a deafening roar, he barreled forward, knocking several soldiers aside.

Blood sprayed as they were launched through the air before falling into the mist, silent.

Wilson was enraged. "Damn it! Take him down!"

Every soldier instantly focused their aim on the new threat.

While they couldn't locate the superhuman hidden within the shadows, the charging boar-man had become their target.

Rat-tat-tat! Pop! Pop!

The boar-man absorbed dozens of bullets, shrieking in agony as he fell to the ground.

But his determination was fierce, and he tried to crawl away, only for two grenades to be tossed his way.

Boom! Boom!

The boar-man's corpse was blown to bits, utterly destroyed.

Nearby hidden superhumans watched in terror.

Well-organized military forces dispatching superhumans was as easy as slaughtering chickens.

They had initially planned to use the chaos to swipe as much as they could from the supply point, but witnessing the military's defensive capabilities made them rethink their approach.

After all, why risk taking on the military when they could steal from the more vulnerable survivors?

The food the survivors had on hand was still edible!

With that, the superhumans retreated back into the purple mist.

Wilson hurriedly called his men back, unwilling to pursue.

At that moment, the supply point had descended into complete chaos.

Eddy Lone's allies, superhumans, and a handful of reckless survivors all took advantage of the tumult to act.

With visibility so poor, as long as nobody was caught, no one would know who was responsible for the chaos!

Countless helpless survivor groups faced death and theft. Everywhere was filled with screams and carnage.

The situation deteriorated rapidly.

The entire supply point descended into a scene of slaughter.

At this point, Wilson felt paralyzed.

They were far too few; all they could do was hunker down and protect their camp.

The soldiers huddled together in fear, whispering, "Captain, are we just going to stand by and watch?"

Wilson snapped, "What do you expect me to do? You want to go out there? Then go!"

Before, a handful of armed soldiers could intimidate legions of civilians.

Now, things were entirely different!

A while later, they felt the chaotic crowd had somewhat recognized their limits and opted to steer clear of the military position.

They would all have to survive and would eventually find their way to the 910 unit, taking on the military was surely not the best idea.

Wilson and his men finally felt some relief settle in.

The shorter soldier sighed in relief, but pretended to be casual as he remarked, "That convoy with James Lone is destined for doom. He's just one guy; there's no way he can fend off all those thugs. Too bad for those hot women."

Wilson shot him an irritated glare. "You little creep! You just had a feast of fried eggs from them, and now you're saying this crap!"

The shorter soldier sulked.

The others were equally shocked.

"Wait, so you guys were eating fried eggs?!" "Damn it, Captain, you're not being fair!" "I'm stuck here suffering, while you two feast and don't let us in on it!"

It dawned on Wilson that he had misspoken and he snapped in frustration, "Everyone, shut up!"

The group fell silent, finally settling down.

A thick, metallic scent of blood began to fill the air.

Wilson sighed, looking toward the convoy.

James Lone was surely finished now...

When chaos erupted to this extent, even the gods wouldn't be able to save him.

In the dead of night, visibility was virtually non-existent; there was no way for anyone to drive or run.

Wilson sighed once more.

Yet he held out hope for James Lone, the powerful superhuman.

With strength he could admire, and no tendency to mistreat women, such decent men were a dwindling rarity these days.

It was pitiful that things had turned violent.

...

The survivors surrounding the tank convoy were jolted awake, all of them standing on high alert, peering into the darkness where the sounds originated.

"Did the camp explode?" "What's happening?" "It sounds like someone is storming the military's base!" "Have they lost their minds? How dare they attack the military?" "In this poor visibility, how can anyone tell who's attacking?" "Should we just leave while we still can?"

Natasha and her group were also nervously reacting to the news.

Edison and the others contemplated leaving temporarily to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Natasha's mind.

What if they could lure the chaos toward the military and eliminate that bitch, Shirley Inr Won?

Oh!

If she wouldn't give me food, then she shouldn't get to eat either!

A cold glint shone in Natasha's eyes as she whispered, "I think we should go check it out. If luck is on our side, we might just grab some food!"