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"Ah-choo!" After an inexplicable sneeze, Yang Xiaoyou felt a chill run down his spine. Who was talking about him? However, there was no time to ponder this question at the moment.
Just as he had finally managed to save someone from a dire situation, feeling a sense of relief wash over him, he was immediately confronted with another troublesome issue. He needed to find Tarsen and prepare to purchase some supplies before leaving.
But Tarsen, with tears streaming down his face, informed him that their off-road vehicle, filled with food and fuel, had been stolen.
With Yang Xiaoyou's level of discernment, it was easy for him to tell whether Tarsen was lying or not. He had chosen this fellow because he was sensible and not short-sighted.
However, despite all calculations, he had underestimated Brother Zhou's people. Even though they had hidden their vehicle so well, it had still been discovered and stolen, leaving him speechless.
Because of the trouble caused by this incident, Tarsen and his group no longer sought the reward for finding Yang Xiaoyou's parents; they only begged for forgiveness.
Yang Xiaoyou was not a killer by nature; he could still reason with others. Tarsen and his team had indeed put in considerable effort to gather information about his parents. If they had been even a minute late, Yang Xiaoyou shuddered to think of what might have happened!
Even now, the thought sent shivers down his spine.
Indeed, his parents and their boss were quite formidable in their own right, but facing those eight creatures was an insurmountable challenge. With the terrifying power of metal and the fox's ability to deceive perception, there was truly no chance of escape.
If it weren't for this dire situation, Yang Xiaoyou would never have risked everything, even exhausting most of his accumulated magical artifacts in an attempt to eliminate them.
Calculating everything, it seemed that this group of fellows was indeed helpful. As for their previous attempt to rob him, he decided to let it go. They even provided him with some financial compensation, although it was significantly less than what he had initially planned to offer.
After all, the amount of pounds he carried was limited. With the vehicle gone, he now had to consider how to leave.
Regardless of the circumstances—especially with the creatures becoming brazen enough to rob human experts and openly recruit fresh blood while several nearby villages fell victim to Virus Carriers—Yang Xiaoyou wanted nothing more than to leave this strange country as soon as possible.
Thinking about the population that has already surpassed one billion is enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Although the title held by the parents' boss is mostly honorary, it still carries some weight. It would be impossible to allocate personnel specifically to escort him out. However, within this stronghold still controlled by the British Army, a few individuals were granted a higher degree of freedom.
"Why leave? This environment is fantastic, and the materials are wonderful! It's precisely in such conditions that we can capture authenticity. I have a responsibility to my audience." Clearly, the workaholic was quite dissatisfied with Yang Xiaoyou's decision.
"Don't you understand the situation? I've already been targeted by that group of fellows," Yang Xiaoyou replied irritably to a fellow with a bright smile.
To be honest, this guy was quite capable, but his personality wasn't to Yang Xiaoyou's taste. The fact that he would compete for food only made Yang dislike him even more.
Stumped by this retort, the foodie found himself unable to argue back. Although he wasn't afraid of danger, being fearless and courting death were two entirely different concepts.
Knowing that some strange entities were watching and still wandering around would be irresponsible to the audience who enjoyed his show. His initial protest was merely instinctive; now that he had come to terms with it, he accepted the opinion.
"In this environment, although you and we still have quite a bit of cash on hand, it's unrealistic to buy suitable vehicles. Even if we hide in this city with military presence, those vehicle owners definitely won't want to sell their last potential lifelines. Moreover, there are vehicle regulations here; all vehicles entering the city must be registered, and the transfer procedures are quite troublesome—unless you want to directly confront the local garrison." Ultimately, as someone who had been out and about, after agreeing with Yang Xiaoyou's viewpoint, the peculiar boss pointed out the crux of the matter sharply.
Similarly, having personally experienced the Virus Incident and encountered such things, both the foodie and his workers—Yang Kai and Qin Meng—understood that despite appearances of tight security with heavy military presence in Kanpur, if it were to collapse from within, it would happen remarkably quickly!
The heavy garrison provided no sense of security! In fact, due to accepting refugees, this already densely populated city had become severely overcrowded.
Food prices were constantly rising; at this rate, they would soon find themselves spending all their money. Even worse, with so little food available after several villages fell, there might soon be shortages. Even if shortages didn't occur immediately, the military would impose restrictions.
Staying in what seemed like a safe city was truly not a wise choice. It was likely that high-ranking officials in the stationed British Army and a few others who understood the reality had already recognized something amiss.
To prevent any unrest, the news was certainly being suppressed or treated with a nonchalant attitude, creating an illusion for the ordinary citizens that there was actually no major problem.
Compared to the insurgents within India, the greatest enemy facing Kanpur now was still the H Virus that had already spread around them!
One could only wonder how the leaders of the Indian Rebellion Army would feel knowing that what they considered a secret weapon to turn the tide had instead become the greatest threat to the lives of their fellow citizens.
Perhaps at this moment, they were already on edge, forced to grit their teeth and push forward.
Yet, it was puzzling why the organization would sell the virus to them, who were struggling so much; it didn’t seem to align with the organization’s interests. Did they have such high hopes for them? Were they looking to get a foothold in the future nation-building of India? Were they placing early bets on this massive market?
The thought of those who had already begun to absorb fresh blood sent a chill down Yang Xiaoyou's spine. Even with Tokyo's vast population, there were likely numerous hidden threats that had not yet been eradicated.
If India truly experienced a massive outbreak, the number of infected globally would reach a terrifying level in no time!
If they began to create infection events separately...
"Why did it suddenly turn into this? Sigh, this Butterfly Effect seems a bit too extreme; it's strayed too far from its original course." After organizing his thoughts for a while, Yang Xiaoyou rubbed his forehead in frustration.
Just then, a thin and wiry boy of about thirteen or fourteen approached them with a sneaky expression and whispered in a brisk tone, "Are you looking to buy a vehicle?"
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