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“Captain, I haven’t had a smoke in almost two months. Can you spare me one?” a tall, skinny guy asked anxiously. 

The rest of the crew quickly crowded around, hands reaching out, all eyes on the man. 

“Captain, you know me: I can’t go without my fix. These days have been torture,” another guy chimed in. 

The leader slapped one of the guys‘ hands away, then carefully fished two packs of cigarettes out of his pants pocket. 

“Just one for everyone, no extras,” he said. 

The team members didn’t mind getting just one at all and instantly broke into big grins. They said, “Thanks, Captain.” 

Each of the patrol guys got a cigarette. Some couldn’t wait and lit up right away, while others just took a whiff to get their fix. 

Some wrapped theirs up in a handkerchief, carefully, planning to take it to the Trade Market and swap it for supplies to make ends meet at home. 

Up on the third floor of the villa next door, the curtains were pulled open just a crack, and several pairs of sharp eyes peered out from inside. 

Charles had a pair of binoculars in his hands, and the moment he spotted Chloe, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. 

“Damn, what a gorgeous chick,” he muttered. 

As soon as he said that, his teammates started ribbing him. 

“Charles, you seriously think with your pants. Every time you see a woman, you call her hot,” one of them teased. 

“Come on, it’s been over a month since the apocalypse, and you’ve already hooked up with a bunch of women. Still not enough for you?” another snarked. 

Charles just rolled his eyes. He said, “Seriously, look for yourselves. Those two girls down there are smoking hot, curves in all the right places. And that one in the tracksuit? Bet she’s never even been with a guy before.” 

The guys all followed his gaze and finally noticed Chloe. 

She was rocking a simple, sporty outfit: clean and sharp, making her stand out even more in all that snow and ice. 

Dallas frowned and immediately pulled the curtains closed. 

She shot Charles a warning look and said, “Those people aren’t ordinary.” 

But Charles just shrugged it off. He licked his lips with a cocky grin. He said, “Look at them: just three dudes and the rest are all women. No matter how badass they act, they’ll end up in my bed sooner or later.” 

With that, he let out a loud, crude laugh. 

After the apocalypse, hardly any women awakened their powers. With their strength nowhere near a man’s, they ended up as nothing but toys for men to vent their desires. 

They were traded around like goods whenever someone felt like it. 

Dallas was furious and smacked Charles right on the head. 

She snapped, “You idiot, didn’t you see that woman leading the group? 

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“Who do you think walks in front? The captain, obviously.” 

Charles’s eyes widened as a sudden realization struck him. His heart skipped a beat. He murmured, “No way?” 

“Why not? It’s the apocalypse. Anything can happen now,” Dallas shot back. 

With that, Dallas grabbed Charles by the ear and pulled the curtains open just a crack. 

She pressed, “Look closely. The whole squad is centered around that girl. And check out the weather: it’s freezing out there, but she’s only wearing a tracksuit. Do you realize what that means?” 

Charles looked confused. He asked, “What does it mean?” 

Dallas couldn’t help but let out a frustrated laugh. 

She said, “Seriously, you idiot. It means she’s got some kind of ability that makes her immune to the cold and snow.” 

It was still the early days of the apocalypse, and people barely knew anything about the different types of powered humans. Nobody even realized there was such a thing as ice power yet. 

Maybe some ice power users had already popped up, but none of them could just shrug off the cold and snow like it was nothing. 

But Chloe was the exception. 

Charles thought her power was kind of odd, but honestly, he didn’t care much. 

He slapped Dallas’s hand away and scoffed, “I just became a second–level powered human yesterday. Doesn’t matter how strong she is, I can take her on.” 

Either way, he was dead set on Chloe. 

Just then, a booming voice rang out from within the group, carrying an unmistakable air of authority. 

The voice said, “Enough with the noise! Charles, you’d better keep your head down for a few days. We just barely sorted out the mess with the last tenants, and if you cause any more trouble, I’ll toss you out to the zombies myself.” 

As soon as he said that, everyone shut up. 

The authoritative voice spoke up again, “We’ve had enough downtime. Get ready and head to the Quest Hall to grab your 

missions.” 

“Got it,” the rest replied, 

Chloe and her group soon made their way to the Quest Hall. 

The place was packed with Awakened Groups, all busy handing out or accepting missions. 

Most of them wore ragged, dirty clothes, and their faces looked cold and mean, toughened by the apocalypse. 

When Chloe and her crew walked in, all eyes were on them. 

It was hard not to notice: three guys and four girls, all spotless, cheeks rosy, walking with energy, looking like they’d never suffered a day in the apocalypse. 

With the temperature dropping below 95 degrees below zero, where even boiling water would freeze in the air, Chloe was just wearing a tracksuit, totally unfazed. 

If it were anyone else, they’d be frozen solid by now. But her? Delicate features, cheeks rosy, moving with purpose: she was 

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totally unfazed by the freezing air. 

Everyone here had survived hell and back, so anyone with a shred of sense would steer clear of people like Chloe and her 

Crew. 

Chloe and her crew approached the front desk, where the receptionist greeted them with a professional smile 

“Are you here to post a mission or take one?” she asked. 

Chloe answered straight to the point, “We’re here to post a mission: looking for someone.” 

The receptionist started typing on her computer. She said, “Just need your info, the details of who you’re searching for, what you’re offering, and where to reach you.” 

When she glanced up and caught sight of Chloe’s tracksuit, she froze for a moment, but quickly went back to her professional smile. 

“Your identity?” the receptionist asked. 

Chloe and her crew were stumped for a moment, not really sure what to call themselves. 

The receptionist didn’t even look up, patiently explaining, “Are you a team? Have you registered as an Awakened Group?” 

Chloe shook her head. 

“You guys must be new here, huh? Want to go ahead and register as an Awakened Group? That way, you’ll get your own official status,” the receptionist said. 

“Alright,” Chloe replied. 

The receptionist started clicking away on her mouse and asked, “What’s your captain’s name, age, and what kind of power do they have?” 

Chloe 

gave 

the same answer she had when they first entered the base yesterday. 

“Chloe, eighteen, second–level healing ability,” she replied. 

There was a sharp metallic clink as something hit the floor. 

When Chloe turned around, the registration hall, which had been buzzing with people just seconds ago, went totally silent. Every powered human there was staring at her as if she had just dropped a bomb. 

The receptionist leaned forward with excitement. “You’re a second–level healing ability user?” she asked Chloe. 

“Yes,” Chloe replied. 

With her left hand, the receptionist quietly pressed a button under the desk, then went on to ask for the rest of the team’s names, ages, and powers as if nothing had happened. 

The team gave their info one by one, signing up everyone except Frank’s newborn son and the mutant cheetah. 

Noah had no clue what his power was yet, but since he’d always been pretty strong, he just went with “strength type” for now. 

While Chloe and her crew were registering in an orderly fashion, the two villas in the Elite District erupted into chaos. 

A middle–aged man in a military uniform held the phone, his sharp brows and piercing eyes radiating authority. 

“What? There’s a human with healing ability at the base? Where are they? Keep them there. I’m sending people over right. now,” he snapped into the phone. 

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In another villa, a tall man with a big hooked nose, which gave him a rough edge, was standing by. 

“Healing ability? Is that for real? Alright, I got it,” he said. 

Then he shouted to the crew outside, “Tell William to get in here, quick.” 

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