Clark smiled and opened his hands in a calming gesture, signaling to Sandra to relax. He had no ill intentions toward her. In his previous life, she had helped him escape the LJ city zone, and he owed her a debt of gratitude.
"Not long ago, I visited a hospital and saw a little girl there who had a similar aura to yours," Clark casually fabricated a story, all the while keeping his Judgment Eye activated. He hadn't actually seen Sandra's sister, but he had a rough idea of where she might be. In his past life, Sandra had kept her sister hidden in a hospital while she ventured out alone for supplies.
The Judgment Eye, now empowered by Clark's newfound ability to use psychic energy externally, silently scanned Sandra.
"Target Information: Sandra (Current State: Confusion, Fear, Low Level of Trust)"
Clark was surprised to discover that the Judgment Eye had become even more powerful after he gained the ability to use psychic energy externally. It not only provided information about the target but also displayed their emotional state.
In a time of peace, this ability could easily make him a successful psychologist. The Savior system truly provided incredible skills, each more extraordinary than the last.
"How do I know you're not lying, and why should I join you?" Sandra's voice was ethereal, echoing like a distant valley. She remained cautious, leaning backward slightly.
Clark chuckled silently. There was nothing unusual about her skepticism. In a world like this, trust was a rare and valuable commodity, and it wasn't something given away easily. No one was foolish enough to believe a stranger's words without some form of assurance or coercion.
"Firstly, I have enough power to kill you effortlessly, so I have no reason to deceive you," Clark replied, his tone calm. He casually punched a nearby steel-reinforced concrete railing, shattering it into pieces.
Sandra's pupils contracted as she imagined the impact of that punch on a person's body.
"Secondly, I want you to join me because you can be useful to me. Moreover, I do have the ability to rescue your sister," Clark continued, his voice unwavering.
"If you find that I can't fulfill my promise to rescue your sister, you are free to leave my team at any time. I, Clark, will not stop you."
Clark's words were decisive and filled with genuine sincerity and confidence. He stood in place, patiently waiting for Sandra's response.
As long as he could kill [The Stitcher], Clark would receive three vials of antidote as a mission reward. After saving Viola and Dirk, he would still have some antidote left. Using one of those antidotes to save Sandra's sister, Sharon, who had turned into a zombie, would be a bargain. A loyal and future third-tier "Sufferer" like Sandra was worth the effort.
Sandra and her sister Sharon had been orphaned at a young age, and Sandra's greatest desire was to rescue her sister from the clutches of zombification. Clark was confident that he could win Sandra over with this goal in mind.
After a moment of silence, the bandaged girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Clark. "Fine, I'll agree, but if I find out you've deceived me, I'll kill you."
Despite the hint of childishness in her voice, her words were firm and filled with determination, making her an unusual young girl.
Clark couldn't help but chuckle. The apocalypse had only just begun, and she was already threatening to kill someone. He wondered what Sandra had experienced in the years leading up to this moment.
"Ding, new member joined. Current Savior Team members +1 (3/5)
Member Name: Sandra (Loyalty 50)
Member Abilities: Sufferer 0th Tier (Immune to zombies, combating zombification)"
Clark's face brightened with joy, and he let out a sigh of relief. It had gone much smoother than he had imagined. With Sandra joining, they only needed two more members to complete the Savior Team. Once they finished the mission and rescued Viola and Dirk, the task would be officially completed.
One Apocalypse Base Vehicle! Clark's eyes gleamed as he looked at the high-tech base vehicle displayed on the Savior Team mission screen. He was filled with excitement. With the Apocalypse Base Vehicle, he could establish a safe zone, extract psychic energy, and build his own power base. His already rapid progression in strength would be further accelerated.
In six months, when the first large-scale zombie tide erupted, he wouldn't have to hide and waste opportunities. He would have the capital to dominate!
[The Stitcher]! Everything hinged on defeating this peak-level Tier 2 mutant now!
It was late at night, and the moonlight was veiled in a gray mist with a hint of crimson. All the survivors in the hotel had gathered on the second floor, and the atmosphere was tense and uneasy. Some of the people who had joined Augustus' team after Clark's coma were particularly nervous. They wanted to escape, but the outside was swarming with zombies.
"Who are the remaining members following Augustus?" Clark asked Arnold with an expressionless face, his gaze fixed on the crowd in front of him.
"Clark, aside from the ones you killed, there are nine left," Arnold replied coldly, his eyes focused on the several middle-aged men at the front.
"Killed people? Did Clark kill Augustus and his crew? Is it true or not?" The crowd was shocked at the words. Several of those who had been drugged and were still unaware of what had happened upstairs had just been called down.
"Clark, what do we do?" Arnold had a strong sense of justice, and he couldn't stand these bullies who used their power to oppress the weak. Although these people had not been involved in drugging others, they had also been involved in oppressing others in recent days.
"Anyone who has forced women and oppressed others is to be killed," Clark said. As soon as the words left his mouth, the front few people looked at Clark in disbelief, trembling like sieves. They had thought Clark might just punish them a little.
"No! Please! Spare us, please!" Most of the people behind them were elderly or weak, and a few beautiful women did not speak but glared at them. Over the past few days, those who followed Augustus had used food and violence to threaten them. It was hard to imagine that this was only the seventh day of the apocalypse, and human nature had deteriorated so quickly.
"All of them?" Arnold hesitated, couldn't help but look back at Clark. In his opinion, punishing them a little would be enough, after all, their hands were not stained with blood.
"Clark, although these guys are indeed despicable, but..."
Some of the nine people belonging to Augustus couldn't help but kneel down and beg for mercy, while most of them were defiant with their heads held high. Although Clark was strong, he had only killed zombies these days and had never harmed humans.
"Why do you have the right to kill us? Murder is illegal! When the police come, we'll see what you can do!"
"It's ridiculous! Who do you think you're scaring? Where's Augustus? Don't think you're something just because you have some power!"
"Clark, let me tell you, Augustus is a big shot. If we're following him, do you dare to kill us? When someone comes to rescue us, we'll see if you let us go!"
"Damn it, is sleeping with a woman a crime now?"
"Bang!" Clark's face turned cold as he instantly appeared in front of the loudest person and crushed his head with one hand.
"Augustus? Why do you think he's still alive?"
"Bang!" He casually swung a punch, and another person's head exploded instantly.
"Rescue? How can you be so naive to think that there's still rescue out there?"
"Murder! Murder! Run!"