On the way back to the shelter, Waldo uploaded the photos he had just taken of the mutant spider he had killed to the chat channel. It wasn't to recruit survivors like Sheriff or to kindly dissuade anyone. He simply wanted to show off.
Code 10086: Almost died just now, but luckily I managed to take it down (attached photo of the dead mutant spider).
After the picture was sent, the chat channel fell silent for a while. Then a group of survivors bombarded it with question marks.
Code 5674435: ??
Code 5789323: ??
Code 1209919: ??
Code 23462343: ??? (Maintain formation)
Code 10010: Forget it, it's clearly fake. Everyone knows that 10086 is a lone wolf. How could he single-handedly take down such a big mutant spider? It's fake, definitely fake!
Code 10000: That's right. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, while 10086 does have abundant resources, there's no way he could take on a mutant spider by himself!! He must have found someone to help him!
Code 5678567: You two are obsessed with accusing 10086. In our post-apocalyptic world, there's no room for photo manipulation. The image was uploaded through the system, so it can't be fake.
Code 10000: Well, then he must have found someone to help him. In any case, he couldn't have done it alone.
Code 10086: It's lonely at the top.
Code 10000: 10086, you!
Code 10086: Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, I've already got the supplies and I'm heading home. I just wanted to share this (blushing emoji).
Waldo finished sending the message and chuckled as he closed the chat channel. His goal had been achieved. It was fun to see the hate from 10010 and 10000 every day.
Waldo stepped on the gas pedal, breaking the speed limit of 100 kilometers per hour. The old car raced, carrying him back to the shelter.
Ever since Waldo collected the materials to repair the car's gearbox, the old vehicle had been rejuvenated. He could shift gears freely, up to the fifth gear, greatly improving his efficiency in gathering supplies.
Meanwhile, Sheriff frowned as he looked at the message Waldo had just sent, letting out a heavy sigh. This 10086 was beyond their expectations.
His resources far exceeded their imagination. They had suffered heavy losses in hunting down the mutant zombie boar, consuming a significant amount of supplies and forcing some expendables to fight with cold weapons regardless of cost.
They had only just succeeded in killing the first mutant creature. If they had been a little slower, 10086 would have taken it away from them.
Scorpion, standing beside Sheriff, thought for a moment and then said, "Sheriff, is it possible that, like other survivors speculate, 10086 found someone to help?"
Clearly, Scorpion didn't quite believe that 10086 alone could kill such a massive mutant spider. After all, he was a key member in hunting the mutant zombie boar and knew how tough mutant zombie creatures were.
Sheriff shook his head in response. "Not likely. He's a lone wolf. If he needed external help, he wouldn't have rejected our invitation so decisively. Obviously, he doesn't trust other survivors."
Scorpion looked incredulous and puzzled. "But, that's just impossible! How could one person kill a mutant creature? It's unbelievable."
Sheriff zoomed in on Waldo's photo, pointing to the obvious gunshot wounds and knife marks. "
Look, these clear gunshot wounds obviously didn't inflict much damage on the mutant spider. The key point should be 10086's critical hit katana. You also have a critical hit katana: you should know how sharp this weapon is against zombies. If I'm not mistaken, he definitely has more inventory on hand, and he hasn't sold everything like he claimed."
Scorpion nodded in agreement. Sheriff was right; the critical hit katana was indeed incredibly sharp when dealing with zombies.
However, it's not possible for him to solve the mutant spider with just a critical hit katana. After all, we used a significant amount of supplies to deal with the mutant boar before I went in for the kill.
Sheriff waved his hand and said, "That's exactly what I'm saying. 10086's resources surpass our imagination. It must be the same for him, consuming the mutant spider after using a critical hit katana."
Scorpion frowned and asked, "So, are we supposed to be friends with him?"
Sheriff scoffed, "Friends? That's absolutely impossible! Even though his strength does make me wary, as long as we are willing to pay the price to eliminate this potential threat, it will be worth it."
Sheriff, so are we going to start dealing with him now?
Sheriff nodded.
That day will come soon. Let him enjoy his freedom for a little longer.
At this moment, Waldo naturally had no idea that just because of a picture, Sheriff had completely decided to eliminate him.
Waldo drove back to the villa area, and the fortified walls slowly opened.
"Welcome back, my master!" Alanna and Mia also came out in advance to greet Waldo after his day out.
Mia seemed very unhappy.
Why do I have to come out to greet too? I'm a hostage, and when have hostages ever welcomed kidnappers like this?
Alanna laughed and said, "That's not right. Since you're a hostage, shouldn't you try to please the kidnapper? Aren't you afraid that Waldo will tear you apart if you don't?"
That's right. If you anger me, I'll throw you out to feed the zombies.
Waldo parked the car in the garage and walked over, overhearing the conversation between the two.
Alanna naturally held Waldo's hand and asked softly, "Are you injured? I hope not."
"What could happen to me? Don't worry," Waldo replied.
Mia looked a bit strange on the side.
I didn't expect you to actually kill a mutant spider on your own. I underestimated you.
Waldo rolled his eyes irritably.
So, you really want me dead, huh?
Mia coldly snorted.
Of course, once you're dead, I can just leave and no one will care about you.
Heh, I really appreciate it. But guess what? I've become even stronger and brought back a golden-level supply crate. Are you jealous?
Waldo was in a good mood.
On the way back, he had opened the golden-level supply crate.
An automated defense system.
Although it was only one item, for Waldo, it was definitely a timely boost.
Currently, the strength of both the zombies and survivors was increasing.
What Waldo was most concerned about was the security and defense of the shelter.
Although there were golden-level fortified walls, they had always lacked active defense weapons.
Once they left, it was highly likely that the shelter would be occupied by other survivors.
Now, that worry no longer existed.