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James was driving his pickup truck back home, with three mutated dogs he had retrieved from the mysterious space loaded in the back.
As he neared his home, he heard a commotion and could faintly make out Noah's angry shouts and Ms. Carol's exclamations.
"Someone's at the door!" James exclaimed, panicked. He pressed the accelerator, and the pickup truck sped up, tearing through the thick fog.
"Damn it, who dares to harm my parents? I'll make you all pay." James's anger boiled over.
With a screech of brakes, James leaped out of the pickup and saw a group of youths outside his house, grinning as they carried away his belongings. A large truck was parked outside.
Noah and Ms. Carol were being pinned to the ground by several people, covered in mud, with Noah bleeding from his forehead.
"Noah, I didn't expect you to have so many good things hidden. Don't worry, the End Times Association will take your stuff and ensure your safety. Didn't you see there are no mutated animals around here? That's all thanks to us."
"Bullshit, the mutated animals were driven away by the Security Team," Noah retorted angrily. "If you dare to steal my things, the Security Team won't let you off."
"Oh, still stubborn, huh?" One of the youths laughed and kicked Noah in the stomach.
The youth was about to grab Noah by the hair when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a steel rod piercing through him.
"Who… who dares…" The youth fell to the ground. At the same time, James's figure shot in from a distance and, in a few flashes, appeared in front of Noah and Ms. Carol.
"Aaah!"
A series of screams followed as the seven or eight youths who had been attacking Noah fell to the ground, motionless.
"Mom and Dad, stay outside for a moment," James instructed and stepped into the yard.
In the yard, four or five people were happily moving items out of the warehouse.
"The End Times Association, huh?" James's gaze turned cold. Within seconds, several bodies lay on the ground, and James stored the steel rod in the mysterious space.
As James easily dealt with the End Times Association members, Noah's brother, Henry, who had been hiding nearby, had his right hand wrapped in a bandage and was smoking a cigarette, grinning with malice. "James, you dare to injure my hand? This time, I'll make sure you're beaten half to death!"
"This time, I'll tell the End Times Association about the X-virus treatment James has. If they confirm it, my position in the association will rise sharply. Then I'll have everything I want!" Henry leaned against the wall, savoring his dark future with anticipation.
"James, you… you killed all these people?" Noah and Ms. Carol were both stunned. Noah's forehead had stopped bleeding, but he still looked quite disheveled.
"James… maybe you should report it to the police and turn yourself in," Ms. Carol suggested, reflecting her peace-time mindset.
James was taken aback but quickly understood. His parents, being from a peaceful era, would find it hard to accept the reality of killing.
"Mom and Dad, don't overthink it. We'll move out today. I'll get these people loaded onto the truck and dump them in the suburbs. It won't be long before mutated beasts will eat them. Every day, countless people die; the Security Team can't manage all of them," James said.
"Right, right, hurry up and move these people," Noah quickly adjusted his mindset. "It's a different era now. Didn't you see these people robbing in broad daylight? If James hadn't come back in time, we would have been in danger today. Stop thinking and help out, or it will be trouble when the neighbors come over!"
James was pleased to hear his father's words. If his father could think like this, he would be able to handle even more difficult situations calmly in the future.
About ten minutes later, James drove the truck to the suburbs, dumped the dozen or so bodies, then went home to pick up his parents and drove them north to the Green Garden District in Lakeview City.
Soon, James, Noah, and Ms. Carol arrived at the entrance of the Green Garden District. A few Security Team members were at the entrance, indicating that some high-rise buildings in the district were already occupied.
After confirming their identities, the Security Team members stared blankly as James's truck entered the district.
"Bro, did you see that?" a young Security Team member swallowed nervously.
"Of course, who wouldn't see it? A truck full of mutated dog corpses," Bro took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"From now on, keep an eye on this family when they come in and out of the district. The one called James, with all that blood on him, is not someone you can mess with," Bro exhaled a puff of smoke and added.
Meanwhile, at the Security Team headquarters in Lakeview City, Emma was reporting to the captain when she suddenly mentioned, "Captain, during a mission, we encountered a strange person who easily killed several mutated beasts with a steel rod. The wild boar last time was also killed by him."
"Oh?" The captain became interested. "Perhaps he's a martial artist. Keep an eye on him and try to recruit him into the Security Team if you encounter him again. It's a time when we need all the help we can get."
Emma nodded. She wanted to say that this person's ability to kill wild boars with one strike was beyond a simple martial artist's capability and might need to be reported to the Security Team's top leader.
At that moment, James had already arrived at the villa Henry had given him — Green Garden 102.
"Wow, villas are indeed different," James, having just finished killing, was in no mood for guilt and was actually admiring the property.
The villa was conservatively estimated to be around three hundred square meters, with a nearly two hundred square meter garden, lavishly decorated. The garden had green grass, artificial mountains, and flowing water, and to the west, there was a garage big enough for four or five cars. Noah and Ms. Carol were stunned, hardly believing their eyes.
"James, is this house ours?" they asked in disbelief.
James nodded and smiled. "Of course, it's already under my name. Go inside and take a look. I still need to return to the warehouse and move the stuff."
Noah and Ms. Carol nodded. James drove back to the west warehouse, washed away the bloodstains on the ground, and then made a call to a moving company.
Although the moving company had stopped operating, they immediately sent workers over when James offered a hundred kilograms of rice as payment. Within two to three hours, the warehouse's contents were moved to the large garage on the west side of the villa.
Seeing the workers' efficiency, James gave each worker an extra ten kilograms of rice. The workers left with big smiles, happy with their earnings.
From today, Lakeview City started implementing a resource allocation system. Anyone who wasn't living in the city knew the importance of food. Now, hiring people to work was difficult if you offered money, but if you offered food, people would rush to work.
Just after moving to the Green Garden District, before James could rest, a young and beautiful property manager came by.
The manager enthusiastically introduced the district to James, added him to a community group, and then left with a smile.
As soon as James entered the group, many people sent welcoming messages. James smiled.
The district was in the suburbs, and besides villas, there were many high-rises. These high-rises were either bought by families with less financial means or young people with little money. With many young people, the group was lively.
James sent a message in the group to greet everyone, then put away his phone and turned his attention to the mutated dog meat in the pickup truck.
"Tonight, we're having a big pot of dog meat." James jumped into the truck, dragged the mutated dogs out, and set up a large pot in the yard.
After working for a while, chopping ginger and adding Sichuan pepper, the dog meat finally began to simmer and emit a delicious aroma as night fell.
"Wow, whose house is cooking meat? It smells so good." A resident named "Building 4 Unit 1108 Little Tian Tian" sent a message in the group.
"Based on my years of experience, that's a pot of dog meat. Wow, such a strong pepper smell." Another resident named "Cowboy Pants Cool" sent a message.
"Damn, what time is it? Someone still dares to eat animals? Aren't you afraid of viruses?" Resident "Building 4 I'm the Best" sent an angry emoji.
"If you don't care about your life, what if you're infected with the virus and bite someone else?"
"Exactly, too selfish. I've already reported it."
The group immediately filled with chatter and anger over James cooking dog meat.
"On the first day of moving in, we've already offended most of the district's residents," James sighed, grabbing a large piece of mutated dog meat from the pot and devouring it with greasy fingers.