Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Black Vultures "I want to judge the defense of the base before we go."

. Silas studied her for a moment, then nodded.

Ivy finally sighed in relief. But then, Silas’s hand slid mischievously around her waist.

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly pushed him away.

"You seem to have forgotten what I told you."

Silas groaned. The heat in his body was preventing him from thinking straight. "That’s unfair to me."

Ivy turned her head, ignoring him. Let him throw a tantrum; as long as she remains indifferent, he will have to swallow up the grievance. "I’m hungry."

Silas stared at her for a moment, then sighed helplessly and walked toward the kitchen. "I’m hungry too," he muttered under his breath.

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Meanwhile, in another house, Alana and Felix sat together on the sofa. Felix rubbed his temples.

"I still can’t believe Ivy remembers her past life. That’s the only reason she could help us like that, and her reaction confirmed it too."

Alana folded her hands in her lap and nodded softly.

"If she didn’t have that knowledge, we never would have lived a peaceful life even this time. I’m truly grateful to her now. I’ll repay her by working hard for the base."

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The next day, Ivy stepped onto the training grounds. Soldiers were lined up, sweating as they trained.

She clapped her hands once, and instantly, every man stopped and turned toward her.

Her eyes swept over them.

"I have an announcement. Soon, I will be leaving. For fifteen days, this base will be in your hands. You must protect it with your strength. It will not be easy. For the next few days, I will judge your performance. Prove to me I made the right decision in choosing you."

The soldiers’ eyes burned with fighting spirit.

Arthur was the first to cheer. "Instructor Ivy! Don’t worry! I won’t let you down!"

Lucas exchanged a firm nod with Maxwell and Franklin. "We’ll give it our all," Lucas said.

For the next days, Ivy observed them closely. She saw that even without her, the base could endure for a while.

After all, the zombies were still only at level one.

But when she remembered the mutated zombies she had fought before, her heart grew heavy.

’If more of those appear, will they still hold on?’

She searched her shopping interface in the temporal storage for some hidden defense mechanism. Nothing. Not even scraps.

At last, she sighed. ’Looks like I’ll need to deal with the military and get firearms.’

With that thought, she set out.

Halfway through her journey, she came upon a scene.

A young man, thin and pale, held a small baby in his arms.

A worn bag was slung over his shoulder. Around him, five rough-looking men surrounded him like hungry wolves.

One of the men sneered; his aura was radiating pressure, making it difficult to breathe. "Hand over the bag, brat."

The young man shook his head desperately.

"This is the last bit of food I have. Please. I need it. I’m going to use it as my entry fee into the military base."

The men laughed.

"Military base? Do you think they’ll take in trash like you?" one mocked.

Another stepped closer, his eyes glinting.

"We’re from Black Cultures. Soon, we’ll be the biggest gang in this whole area. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll give it up. Otherwise, you’ll regret it."

The young man’s grip on the baby tightened. His lips trembled.

"Please... don’t. My sister needs this food."

The gang leader’s face had a huge grin, as if he was enjoying the young man’s suffering.

"Then we’ll take the baby too. Maybe we can sell it for something useful."

The man’s heart sank. His knees nearly gave out.

’What should I do? If I fight, they’ll kill me. But if I give in... my baby sister will starve.’

Behind a nearby wall, Ivy’s eyes narrowed.

Out of all people in the apocalypse, Ivy hated the Black Vultures the most after those torturers of hers.

They preyed on the weak, stealing whatever scraps they had left.

Without a shred of hesitation, she twisted the handle of her scooter and sped straight toward them.

Before the gang members could even understand what was happening, Ivy’s scooter skidded to a stop, and her long leg swung out.

Bang! One man flew backward, tumbling into the dirt.

Another tried to grab the scooter, but Ivy leaned and kicked him in the chest, knocking him flat.

The scene was so cool and quick that the young man holding the baby forgot to breathe.

His wide eyes stayed glued on Ivy as if she wasn’t just a woman on a scooter but some kind of hero from a dream.

The men who were kicked down groaned, then slowly stood up, glaring at Ivy with furious faces.

One pointed his finger right at her.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing, woman? Do you even know who we are?"

Ivy leaned forward on the scooter handles and chuckled softly.

"Shouldn’t you know who I am?"

The Black Vulture men froze. Their brows furrowed, and one of them asked cautiously,

"Who... who are you?"

They were worried that the woman in front of them was related to the Black Vultures or the military itself.

They were just some small-time goons who had set out and used Black Vulture’s name to loot others.

If they came across a real deal... they would be done for!

Ivy smirked; her eyes were so cold that it made all of them shiver. "Not going to tell."

Before they could react, she darted off the scooter, and her fist smashed into the closest man’s jaw.

He dropped like a sack of bricks.

The others roared and charged, but Ivy moved like lightning.

In three or four moves, every single one of them was sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Dusting her hands, she turned back toward the young man and gave him a light smile.

"Are you okay? Did they harm you?"

The young man quickly nodded, his voice trembling.

"Y...yes, I’m okay. Thank you so much!"