416 The Situation Outside the Base, Those That Could Enter and Those That Could No (2/2)

Mark asked which snapped everyone out of their trance at Mei's appearance. Still, the question made them shiver a bit. There was not a bit of joking on Mark's tone.

While the others hesitated to answer, three people nodded.

\”Boss, I can if needed.\”

\”Me too!\”

\”No problems with me.\”

Joleen, Hallie, and Alana replied respectively.

It was quite surprising that these three women were the ones to reply. However, it was enough.

Nodding, Mark gave his orders.

\”You three go up the walls and man a needle launcher each. When I start, shoot all those that try to fight.\”

Hearing those orders, the three left without hesitation. Alana took along Analynn and Karlene while Hallie pulled Nicole with her.

\”Mei'er, you also go up the walls. I'll do most of the things here.\”

Mark said to Mei.

\”Okay.\”

Mei replied and embraced him a bit before following behind Karlene.

\”Huey.\” Mark turned back to Huey who was a bit confused as to why Mark seemed to be releasing bloodlust right now. \”Guide everyone inside. Also, let the tribe enter. I'll speak to them later.\”

Huey nodded as Mark signaled the vehicles to enter the gates. Still, he was surprised and glad that the tribe received the permission to enter.

When Huey informed the tribe about their entry, everyone was all smiling. Finally, they received what they had been waiting for all this time. As the tribe took out their very few belongings, they were escorted inside the base.

Among the tribesmen, an old woman took Mark's attention as the younger tribesmen helped her walk.

On the other hand, the old woman was also staring at Mark even though her eyes seemed to be already bad. It was questionable how she was able to look at Mark at this distance.

Furthermore, the old woman nodded at Mark with a respectful greeting. Mark could tell that the old woman was strange and possibly, a psychic. As the old woman did not harbor any ill intentions, it was fine to let them in for now.

Of course, the act of letting the tribe in caused some disturbance towards the other group.

While everyone entered the base, Mark stood in place watching them. It was when he was approached by some people.

\”Sir, are you perchance the leader of this base?\”

A bald man with a bushy beard and was had a shotgun strapped on his body asked while trying to be as respectful as possible.

Mark turned his head back looking at the man sideways.

\”You're mistaken. I'm not the leader of this base. I'm the owner.\”

The rude and unfriendly tone Mark gave out made the representatives of the group make stiff expressions.

Mark's manner already showed it. They were not welcome in this place. However, they could not give up. If they could enter this place, they would not have problems looking for a place to live anymore.

\”Sir, we saw that you let that tribe enter. I wonder if we could too. It was very dangerous for us to stay outside.\”

The man tried to persuade Mark.

However, Mark's response to that was a chilling smile.

\”Before everything else, I want to ask you, people, something.\”

Mark finally faced them. Yet, they felt more uncomfortable for some reason.

\”What is it, Sir?\” The man replied. \”As long as we could answer, there would be no problem.\”

\”I'll ask then...\” Mark's smile became even more chilling. \”How many slaves did you people sacrifice to get here?\”

That question alarmed them all as they all took a step back. The bald man even tried to retreat far from Mark as he was the closest.

However, he was not able to as Mark's hand grasped his neck.

\”Let... me... go!!!\”

The bald man struggled and tried to pull his shotgun.

\”Unfortunately for you people...\” Mark paid the guy no mind. \”I don't plan to let the dregs of Death Valley enter my place.\”

The bald man's eyes became wide.

SNAP!

His neck was bent in an unsightly angle as his body went slump on Mark's right hand. Mark then threw the corpse of the bald man away like throwing a bag of garbage into a bin.

Seeing one of them die, the others immediately pulled their guns to point at Mark. However...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

SHOOV! SHOOV! SHOOV!

Their fates ended there. The men around Mark had either their heads exploded by Mei's sniper rifle or riddled with holes by the girls that manned the needle launchers by the wall.

\”AAAAAHHHHH!!!\”

Screams ensued as the group that approached Mark was killed in the blink of an eye. Of course, all these screams only came from those people dressed in pitiful rags.

As for the other members of this group that were the remains of Death Valley Settlement that managed to escape, the Mutators started to exhibit their abilities to counter-attack while many of the ones dressed in rags decided to run away.

Unexpectedly, despite how scared they were, many remained on the place covering their heads. These ones had no energy to run at all as the slave owners prioritized themselves for the food and water they had.

Finally, Mark gave his orders.

\”Don't shoot the ones wearing rags! As for the others, kill them all!\”