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Cyrus rode the snowmobile straight over the man, then glanced back. Even with the snow softening the impact, 800 pounds of man and machine had crushed him so completely that blood bubbled from his mouth. Cyrus ended it with a single shot.He continued forward at an unhurried pace, following the trail left by the fleeing attackers. He wanted to know exactly where they had come from. Anyone who targeted him needed to pay the full price.Judging from their direction, they had likely run from Building 21, territory of the Mad Wolves.On the 7th floor of Building 21, the gang leader, Marco, and his right-hand man, Damon, stared out the window with ashen faces. They had spent days preparing for this robbery. They had tracked Cyrus' routines, studied his travel patterns, and sent ten men to lie in wait. It should have been foolproof.They had overlooked one thing: Cyrus' marksmanship was monstrous. They had also never imagined he carried that many bullets.They had not killed Cyrus or st

The moment Cyrus heard the murmurs, he let out a cold laugh.That single sound snapped every mouth shut."Have the meals I gave you lately fattened your courage as well?" His gaze swept the crowd and fixed on Davos.The balding, pudgy man stumbled back two steps, his face drained of color."When I became the building leader, I mentioned one crucial detail. Everyone listens to me." A thin, chilling smile tugged at Cyrus' mouth. "It's been only a few days, and all of you already forgot?"Before anyone reacted, he pulled out his handgun, aimed it at Davos' forehead, and fired.Blood sprayed outward, and several women screamed.No one believed he would act with that level of ruthlessness. When Cyrus chose to pull the trigger, he never hesitated. When he wanted someone dead, he left no exceptions."Anyone who refuses to obey dies," Cyrus said in a frigid voice.Only then did they remember that Cyrus was not a gentle neighbor who brought them food. He was the man who had killed more

Cyrus and Kenneth wandered through the city and picked up whatever supplies they found without much urgency. Their conversation drifted back to the situation inside the residential compound.Kenneth eventually asked, "Someone already tried to attack you. They're jealous of that snowmobile. Things will only get worse. Do you have a plan?"Cyrus rarely had time to chat with him. The question drew a helpless smile.He let out a long sigh. "You're asking me? I planned to ask you. Everyone stares at that snowmobile. They know it's the only transportation left in this weather. Every one of them wants to take it from me. What can I do? I can only protect it as best I can. I need to protect myself too."Kenneth nodded. "True. Even looking after the people in Building 25 is difficult. You can't take care of the entire compound. More than a thousand people live there.""Exactly," Cyrus said. "So I can only take one step at a time and figure out a solution bit by bit."Kenneth went quiet fo

The wind howled and the snow kept coming, so the snowmobile could not pick up much speed. If they pushed it, the machine could flip on the uneven ground.Cyrus and Kenneth held steady at about 30 miles an hour. More than two hours later, they reached the northwest outskirts, the open wilderness beyond Volaris City.Once they left the last clusters of buildings behind, they lost every familiar landmark. Snow more than 30 feet deep had swallowed almost everything that once stood here. The world ahead looked like a vast, unbroken sheet of white.Kenneth stopped the snowmobile beside what had once been a roadside. He narrowed his eyes against the wind and checked their surroundings several times before settling on a direction. He pointed toward a distant mound, a hump of white rising from the endless drifts."Good thing this little hill is still visible. The camp should be close. Another three miles at most," Kenneth said.Cyrus nodded as anticipation rose in him. A few minutes later,

Callum's words did little to quiet the complainers.A chubby man in glasses let out a derisive snort. "Come on, Callum. You're about the same age as Cyrus. Since when did you start calling him 'Daddy'? You really can't see he's using us as cannon fodder?"The phrase landed with force.A few neighbors stiffened. During the recent clashes with the Titan Gang and the Mad Wolves, more than a dozen of their own had already died.When the thought that might be my ending crossed their minds, several people felt a cold prickle run down their spines.Callum jabbed a finger at the heavyset man. "Don't talk nonsense. At least we're eating now, and that's because of Cyrus."The man, Larry Smith, smirked in contempt. "Sure, he gave us food. I'll admit I was touched at first."Then resentment twisted his expression. "But look where that got us. He keeps forcing us to fight. He's pushing us straight into the fire pits."All we had to do was hold our own building. Why go after other ones? As l