Chapter 339: Result Of Provoking
Unless they could act without anyone knowing, otherwise, before Vikram actively caused trouble, if they dared to make a move, it would be a self-inflicted blow to their reputation, and they would not be able to bear the Shelter’s subsequent accountability.
They could only mouth off and express their envy.
However, they would never have imagined that after so many times of mouthing off without any consequences, today they would lose their lives over such a small matter.
As they squinted their eyes in unrestrained laughter, ignoring Vikram’s side, they reopened their eyes only to be startled to find that Vikram had somehow already appeared in front of them.
The two gatekeepers, not reacting immediately, instantly retreated several steps in alarm.
But after seeing that the person was Vikram, they touched their chests and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, you scared me."
"What? You pretty boy, you still want to stand up for your several mistresses? Do you want me to let you punch me to vent your anger?"
"Hahaha, Picky, isn’t this guy delivered for you to beat up? Then you’ll have a reason; just say this kid tried to hit someone, and you retaliated."
"Beat him up! I’ve been annoyed with this kid for a long time."
The other guard and the other Survivors waiting in line who hadn’t entered the Market yet grinned, looking like they were watching a good show.
Vikram made no other moves at this time, but he turned his head and suddenly asked a question, "White Fox Shelter doesn’t have cameras, does it?"
Radhika was startled by the question, not understanding why Vikram would say this in such a dangerous situation, but she still shook her head in response.
"That’s good."
After Vikram said this, he turned his head again to look around. Besides the few people queuing at the entrance, no one else was approaching the Market at this moment.
"Stinky kid, your grandpa is right in front of you, and you still dare to look around. Go to hell."
Since these few people in line had some connection with him, and killing this kid wouldn’t be discovered, the Survivor named Picky no longer hesitated.
He pulled out the pistol he had pointed at Vikram earlier and then pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Seeing the bullet shoot out and hit its target squarely, the crowd in line and the other gatekeeper immediately clapped and cheered for the guard who fired the shot.
"Good, gatekeeper, this is the first time I’ve seen you do something that pleases me."
"Hmph, hmph, gatekeeper, we all saw what happened today. If you don’t treat us to some pickles and porridge later, don’t blame us for not keeping your secret."
There were also people in the crowd who wanted to take advantage of the situation to get a free lunch.
It was clear that seeing Vikram motionless, they all thought he was as dead as could be after taking that bullet.
However, when they noticed the terror on the face of the gatekeeper named Picky, they realized something was wrong.
At this moment, Vikram not only did not fall as they had imagined, but instead slowly turned his head, gradually opening his clenched fist.
"Clink!"
As the bullet fell, a crisp sound quietly echoed in everyone’s ears.
It was only then that they finally understood why the gatekeeper who fired the shot had such a doomed expression.
Because if nothing unexpected happened, they would be next...
"This..."
Not only were the Survivors queuing outside and the gatekeepers incredulous, but the five women beside Vikram were equally astonished.
Divya, Sophia and Anjali only knew that Vikram’s current physique far exceeded that of ordinary Survivors.
When Vikram made his move just now, they didn’t think he would get hurt, but they never imagined that he could catch a bullet with his bare hands, neither dodging nor evading a firearm?
Of course, Vikram hasn’t shown his strength to them normally, so they have no idea of this. While his move was enough to shock everyone present.
The temperature was -20 degrees Celsius, a typical mid-winter chill, yet everyone present, except for the six women and Vikram, was covered in cold sweat.
When they clearly saw that Vikram’s palm, struck by the bullet, didn’t show the slightest injury, they gasped in cold air.
The words they had just spoken were still vivid in their minds, and now this pretty boy, whom they had humiliated for so long, couldn’t even be harmed by a bullet.
These Survivors, who frequently entered and exited the White Fox Shelter Market, were all seasoned veterans; they now knew they had provoked someone they shouldn’t have, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
Especially the two gatekeepers, being members of the White Fox Shelter, they had witnessed more.
This kind of physique, impervious to light firearms, was rumored to be something their Shelter’s Big Shot had only just achieved after expending vast human and material resources.
It meant that the young man of unknown origin before them possessed a physique on par with their Big Shot’s, and the two men’s legs gave out, causing them to collapse onto the ground with a ’thud’.
"Big Brother...we...we were wrong, everything we said earlier was nonsense, please give us a chan...chance."
"Hmph!"
Before he could finish speaking, the guard who fired the shot found his throat seemed to be clogged, unable to utter a word.
Then, a perfectly intact head slowly rolled before everyone’s eyes, its eyes wide open in death.
The other guard’s soul nearly fled his body at the sight, "Wait...you can’t do this, we are members of the White Fox Shelter, aren’t you afraid our Big Shot will retaliate if you dare to kill us?"
"I’m telling you, our Big Shot’s physique is just like yours, you don’t want to provoke him, do you?"
Vikram didn’t bother listening to his nonsense, and without turning his head, he kicked backward.
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, his kick accurately struck the man’s forehead, leaving behind a headless corpse with a gruesome gash.
The other Survivors wanted to run at the sight, but the six women beside Vikram were not to be trifled with.
In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the Survivors who were queuing to enter the Market.
"Wait, Big Brother, I’m willing to give you all the good things on me, I just beg you to spare my life."
Vikram gave him a cold glance, and spoke in a cold tone, "When you die, the things on your bodies will still be mine."
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Sounds of spraying blood echoed, and the seven Survivors were already lifeless.
After finishing all this, Vikram collected the useful items and bodies into his bag, then stood up and patted his sleeves.
He had enjoyed the killing, but Radhika and Geetanjali beside him were full of worry.
Although they certainly stood on Vikram’s side, they also knew what it meant to provoke the White Fox Shelter.
"It’s over, it’s over, we’ve really stirred up trouble this time, it’ll be terrible if we’re discovered."
The small Radhika’s face was downcast, almost crying from anxiety.
"Vikram, let’s not enter the Market today, let’s leave quickly while no one has noticed this place yet."
"If the White Fox Shelter’s patrol or other Survivors attending the Market arrive later, we won’t even have a chance to leave."
Vikram didn’t refute after hearing this; openly killing so many people on someone else’s territory today would certainly create more enemies if discovered.
Although he wasn’t afraid of the White Fox Shelter, he wasn’t so arrogant as to provoke all the major forces in the Wasteland World.
As for why he didn’t endure it and wait until after entering and leaving the Market to act, it was purely because Vikram wouldn’t be able to find those beasts’ figures by then.
With Vikram’s current strength, it would be unreasonable to continue to suffer such grievances.
He distributed two of the Market consumption tokens from these people’s bodies to the two women, and said with a calm expression, "You two go, I will come again tomorrow, at the same time. Whether you want to follow then is up to you."
The two women said nothing, nodded, and fled on their motorcycles from the Market entrance as if escaping.
Vikram saw this and also drove back to the Shelter...
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In the evening outside the market.
Three hours after Vikram left, a team of people patrolling inside the Market slowly emerged from it.
"What the hell, how long has it been, why hasn’t anyone come to relieve us? My feet are practically calloused."
"Can’t even get in touch, could they have been punched to death by some Survivor who didn’t like them?"
One of the Survivors in the team grumbled.
"Pfft, maybe they saw no one coming to the Market and are hiding somewhere sleeping."
"If I catch them today, I’ll definitely report it to the higher-ups directly."
The few of them spoke angrily, one after another.
But when they actually arrived at the Market entrance, they all froze.
"What the— Kerek, you jinx, it looks like something really did happen."
Although the bodies on the ground had been removed, Vikram didn’t have time to clean up the bloodstains everywhere.
At this moment, the few of them realized something was wrong and immediately reported it to their superiors in the White Fox Shelter...
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