Hyperthermal Hell || Apocalypse Paradise #1 [Complete]

23: Gaining a New Member

The scorching sun overhead roasted everything with its intense heat. Once she stepped out of the vehicle, the torrid heat immediately made breathing difficult. There was still wind in Hyperthermal Hell, but they would have been better off without it. Every gust was like a pot of red hot coals being thrown in their faces.

After they had exited their vehicles, Luther and Marcie's brows furrowed deeply as they covered their noses and mouths. Ever since all the plants and trees have died out, the soil degraded into sand under the high heat due to desertification. The wind stirred up thick clouds of yellow sand wreaking havoc upon the land. Their eyebrows and eyelashes were all covered with sand particles, so it was difficult for them to open their eyes. They could only squint as they looked around.

Marcie opened her mouth to speak but started coughing due to the sand; she managed to say, "Are you sure? I was at the rear, but I didn't spot any other cars behind us."

When Lin Sanjiu had gotten down from her truck, she conveniently grabbed a T-shirt and tied it to her face to use it as a mask, so she felt much better compared to the other two. Tolerating the pain from the scalding yellow sand that lashed continuously at her exposed skin, Lin Sanjiu said quietly, "I'm certain. That car had been following us for some time. But the sandstorm is really bad, and it is quite some distance from us, so it was only visible at times... Wait, it's coming!"

When she finished her sentence, they indeed spotted a car some distance away stirring up a trail of dust. A Citroën that was so dirty that its color was indistinguishable drove out of the churning storm of sand.

Unexpectedly, when the driver saw that the three large vehicles had stopped and that Lin Sanjiu and her gang were in the middle of the road, the person braked sharply and turned his head as if he planned to escape. Unfortunately, the distance between the car and the three vehicles was too close, so it wasn't up to the driver. Lin Sanjiu sprinted forward and sped up. Before the Citroën could turn away, she leaped onto the hood of the car like a leopard.

The hood of the car dipped, shocking the driver of the Citroën. Its wheels made an ear-piercing screech, and the driver inside shouted vaguely. Being rocked by the movement of the car, Lin Sanjiu quickly laid low on the hood and stabilized herself before yelling toward the car interior, "Get out!"

Within the blink of an eye, Luther and Marcie also rushed forward and surrounded the Citroën with Lin Sanjiu. The car stopped, and its engine died.

Through the dirty windscreen, Lin Sanjiu could see the vague outlines of a person. She could not tell if it was a male or female, young or old. It was incomprehensible how that person could still drive with such visibility. She waited for a while before knocking on the windscreen with her police baton impatiently, signaling for the driver to get out of his car.

If she was not wrong, the car had been following them since they had left the shopping mall.

The car door at the driver's side opened. A man wearing a crumpled western suit wiped his forehead as he stepped out.

The man looked like he was only about twenty plus, not tall. His skin was tanned, and he had a round, fleshy face. The white shirt that he was wearing was now a dirty, blackish yellow. Lin Sanjiu didn't know why, but she thought that if he had some whiskers, he would certainly look like a vole. Even though his suit looked like it was made from a good material, it did not seem to fit him well. His pants, far too long for him, were rolled up, revealing his ash-grey, knee-length socks.

"Who are you? Why are you following us?" Marcie questioned with a frown.

The vole-like man moved his tar-black little eyes and looked at the three of them panic-strickenly before he stammered, "It... It wasn't on purpose."