《Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Down in Cell 4, little Lily opened her eyes. Sparks of crackling blue light danced across her palms as she sat up, completely cured of her fever. Her father wept tears of joy from the observation deck, slamming his fists against the glass in pure, overwhelming relief.In twenty-four other cells, men and women stood up, gasping for air as vines sprouted from their hands, gusts of wind swirled around their bodies, or flames flickered harmlessly over their knuckles.But in seven of the cells... the hearts had stopped.The transition from hope to horror hit the observation deck like a physical blow.As the seven infected individuals collapsed, their dark veins bursting into black, decayed lines beneath their pale skin, their eyes snapped open—clouded, milky white, and completely devoid of life. They threw themselves against the glass, their bloodied hands smearing the clear panels as sickening, animalistic snarls tore from their throats.Up on the catwalks, the fragile optimism shattered.

"Now?" I murmured, a cold smile playing at the corners of my lips as the last wisps of smoke cleared from the lower wing. "We watch the gates and see who comes knocking first."The silence that followed was broken by the sharp, metallic echo of boots marching up the observation deck stairs.Pedro stepped into view, his expression tight and unreadable as he held an encrypted tactical comms pad in his hand. He glanced briefly down at the ash-covered floor below, his eyes falling on the newly empowered vanguard.He had heard it from me, but he never knew such a thing was possible until now. Humans able to wield lightning, control fire, and do things that could only be seen as absurd, a fantasy at best, were right there in front of him.The zombies don't even seem so surprising anymore.He lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Lucien, Daniel, and me."Mistress Amber. Boss," Pedro said, his voice dropping into a low, hurried whisper so the lingering sector representatives couldn't hear. "Th

On the catwalk monitor, Wesley’s jaw was visibly set in a hard, furious line as he ripped the receiver away from his ear. He spat onto the hot asphalt, gesturing wildly to his men before tearing open the door of the lead armored vehicle and slamming it shut behind him. Within seconds, the three scout trucks kicked up plumes of thick, grey dust as they reversed frantically away from the yellow warning line, retreating down the ruined highway."Foolish," Lucien murmured, his dark eyes fixed on the retreating convoy. His hand slid back around my waist, his fingers pressing into my hip with a slow, possessive possessiveness as he pulled me back against his chest. "He thinks his old-world title and misogyny still hold weight in a dying world.""Let him think whatever he wants," I said, leaning back into his warmth with a tired sigh. "But I can tell he’s desperate. Men like Wesley don't retreat out of respect—they retreat to regroup. He'll try to find a weak spot in our perimeter before the

The Syndicate guys didn't bother coming back that evening. Out in the ruins, nighttime meant the horde grew twice as aggressive, and even with heavy armor, picking a fight in toxic smog after dark was pure suicide. They had backed off to regroup, leaving our perimeter in quiet, undisturbed peace.By the next morning, the heavy atmospheric smog outside had begun its gradual fade, and the compound was humming with quiet activity.I didn't waste any time. Using the central intercom system that piped directly into the living sectors and subterranean bunker lounges, I broadcasted a fresh announcement across the entire compound. I didn't frame it as a mandatory work order; instead, I called forth anyone with prior farming or gardening experience to help supervise the new crop fields.More importantly, I invited the children.Instead of letting the kids stay cooped up inside the underground bunkers all day staring at reinforced concrete walls, they could come out into the fresh air of the in

Daniel let out a low, velvety laugh, taking a slow sip of his drink before setting the glass down on the side table."Long enough to know you were completely out cold, Feisty," he murmured, his dark gaze trailing down the length of my body before locking back onto my eyes. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as a crooked, wicked grin spread across his face. "Boss wanted to wake you for dinner, but I told him if he disturbed your sleep, you'd probably stab him with a fork.""Smart man," I murmured, sitting up slowly and leaning back against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to my waist. "Where is Lucien now?""Running night-cycle diagnostics with Pedro on Sector 4's turrets," Daniel said, standing up from the chair with that broad, effortless swagger. He walked over to the edge of the bed, towering over me for a second before dropping down onto the mattress beside me, his weight causing the bed to dip.He reached out, his hand lightly cupping the