Chapter 6: Hello, This Is a Robbery

Two men were driving a silver van out of the city.

An Nan followed behind them, watching as the van pulled up to an abandoned factory.

The factory gate was locked, but as soon as their van arrived, a fat man quickly came out and pulled the gate open.

“You two are always the fastest. The other teams haven’t come back yet. I’m bored to death here alone!” The fat man’s voice was as loud as his size. An Nan, parked not far away, could hear everything clearly.

Looks like there are only three people at this hideout right now.

An Nan let out a sigh of relief and got ready to get out of the car.

“Keep your voice down, we were followed,” said the red-haired guy, tugging at the fat man.

“What? Did you lead the cops here?!”

“Not the cops. I checked the rearview mirror—it’s just some chick.”

The fat man burst out laughing. “You’re scared of a woman? Let me see what kind of little lady she is.”

By now, An Nan had already walked over, wearing a polite smile.

“Hello, how much fuel do you have? I’d like to buy some.”

The three men stared at her in shock.

Buy fuel?

Red-hair: “You followed us in the middle of the night just to buy fuel?”

“Sorry, I urgently need a large amount of diesel and gasoline. It’s hard to buy through legal channels, so when I saw you, I figured I’d take a chance.”

The fat man looked her up and down.

Wow, she’s a real beauty.

Tall, fair-skinned, hair flowing in the breeze.

He rubbed his hands together, giving her a greasy grin. “Sweetheart, if you want fuel, that’s easy. Just have a little fun with us first.”

Red-hair chimed in with a laugh, “Yeah, play with us for a bit and I’ll sell you the fuel cheap.”

An Nan stood under the dim light outside the factory, her expression unreadable.

“Let’s talk inside.”

The three men, grinning from ear to ear, led her into the factory.

Inside, the abandoned factory was a mess, with barrels of fuel everywhere, each labeled by type.

At a glance, An Nan saw not just diesel, but gasoline too, even separated into 92, 95, and 98 octane.

Not bad—they had everything.

An Nan looked around, very satisfied. This much fuel would last her decades.

“When are the others coming back?”

“Not for a while, not until late tonight.”

As they spoke, the three men moved in, leering, ready to get handsy.

An Nan’s face didn’t change as she deftly dodged a groping hand.

Seeing this, Red-hair snarled and swung at her. “Bitch, you better behave! If you don’t, I’ll kill you right now and no one will ever know!”

An Nan raised her hand to block his slap, and with her other hand, pulled a fruit knife from her space. Two quick stabs—Red-hair collapsed to the ground.

She moved so fast that the fat man didn’t even see how his buddy went down. He charged at her, fists swinging.

An Nan sidestepped, darted behind him, and kicked hard at his knee.

She was well-trained—her strike was precise and ruthless.

With a sickening crack, the fat man dropped to his knees, clutching his dislocated leg and howling in pain.

The last man, seeing An Nan take down his two buddies in an instant, was stunned. He backed away, grabbed a machete from the corner, and charged at her, yelling.

Oh, going for the kill now?

An Nan sneered. She’d survived the apocalypse, her hands stained with blood.

Did these petty thugs from peacetime really think they could take her life?

With a flick of her arm, a cloud of flour from her space flew into the man’s face.

He choked and coughed, blinded, swinging his machete wildly.

An Nan silently closed in and slit his throat in one swift motion.

He fell silent.

The two injured men on the ground stared, eyes wide, too terrified to make a sound.

How did flour just fly out of her hand?

And that knife—how did it appear out of nowhere?

They watched in horror as the strange woman slowly walked toward them.

“D-don’t come any closer!”

“I’m sorry, I was wrong! Please, have mercy, spare me!”

An Nan looked at the two trembling men. “If I’d begged you like this just now, would you have spared me?”

Seeing their stunned faces, she continued, “Of course you wouldn’t.”

Not only would they not have spared her, they’d planned to have their fun and then kill her, burning the body to cover their tracks.

There were so many missing girls in this world—who would ever know if one disappeared in an abandoned factory outside the city in the middle of the night?

An Nan didn’t hesitate. She sent the two of them to the afterlife.

“I said I wanted to buy fuel. You could’ve made some money, but you just had to look for trouble.”

After four years of apocalypse, An Nan might still look like a fresh graduate on the outside, but inside, she was hardened and unyielding.

Calmly, she stored all the fuel barrels in her space. Before the other fuel thieves returned, she quickly cleaned up the scene, wrapped the three bodies in sealed bags, and put them into her space as well.

Leaving the factory, she was about to drive off when she noticed the red-haired guy’s van was still parked there.

A Wuling minivan?

That was a top-tier ride in the apocalypse—sturdy, reliable, inconspicuous, and able to carry tons of supplies.

Once the official bases were set up, she couldn’t exactly walk everywhere, could she?

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. There were even a few barrels of diesel inside, and the keys were still in the ignition. She stashed everything in her space.

Back home, An Nan was exhausted, her back aching.

Looks like her physical fitness still needed work.

After tidying up, she collapsed onto her bed, sleep washing over her.

Just then, she heard a “thump, thump, thump” from downstairs.

Had the pork from 1302 still not been dealt with?

An Nan thought groggily.

But she was just too tired tonight, and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, when she woke up, it was already drizzling outside.

She picked up her phone: July 10, 2039.

In her previous life, it started raining on this very day.

Each summer had been hotter than the last, and this year was the worst yet. This was the first rain since the start of summer.

People cheered for this rare coolness, not knowing that tomorrow, this drizzle would turn into a torrential downpour, sweeping across the globe and marking the beginning of the apocalypse.

An Nan hurried to wash up. Today was the last day before the end. She needed to go to Aunt Chen’s to pick up her triangular bayonet.

As soon as she got downstairs, her phone rang.

It was the water quality testing company, sending her the electronic report.

An Nan opened it eagerly.

The water quality met drinking standards.

She finally relaxed, and happily headed to Aunt Chen’s house.

Aunt Chen also lived in the hillside villa district.

The villas were halfway up Luo’an Mountain, and you had to take winding mountain roads to get there.

It was slippery in the rain, and the rented light truck was hard to handle on these roads, but An Nan still chose it.

After all, society hadn’t collapsed yet—she couldn’t just drive the stolen Wuling van around in broad daylight.

Carefully steering, eyes on the road, she suddenly saw a pure black armored vehicle coming toward her.

Her eyes widened: What the…"