Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 421

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 421**

**Chapter 421: Awakenings**

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the group gathered to strategize the operation that was set to unfold later that night.

“10 Free Calus,” Caroline murmured, her brow furrowing in concentration.

Earlier, Caroline and Tyler had conducted a thorough interrogation of William and his crew, extracting vital information about the organization that lurked not far from their location. It turned out there were a total of thirteen ability users involved; tragically, three had already met their end here, and with the enigmatic Shane Roffe—currently stripped of his clothing and dignity—this left them with nine still breathing.

Among these nine, two stood out as particularly perilous threats. The first was Shane himself, a man whose infamy preceded him, yet the true extent of his abilities remained shrouded in mystery. Presently, he was confined to the sixty-fifth floor, making this an opportune moment for Caroline and her team to delve deeper into the organization’s operations.

The second individual of concern was rumored to possess the chilling ability to manipulate all forms of metal.

This man was said to have skin tougher than any armor; none had succeeded in leaving even a scratch upon him. Furthermore, he wielded the power to control any metallic object within a thirty-foot radius, regardless of its size.

Those pieces of metal transformed into hidden weapons, striking with lethal precision when least expected.

To make matters worse, he was the leader of this nefarious group.

Rumor had it that the compound was littered with metal weaponry, placed strategically in anticipation of any intruder.

“In our building, our boss is basically invincible,” William had asserted, encapsulating the aura of their leader.

The remaining members of the team possessed abilities that were, frankly, underwhelming.

Two of them had powers geared towards offense: one could move at blinding speeds, a mere blur when he dashed, while the other wielded the power of ice, crafting weapons from frozen water to strike at their foes.

This lack of formidable strength was why the group resorted to such desperate tactics as sowing disease to undermine shelters—they were, overall, just average in terms of power.

Shane, the strongest among them, was a wild card—an unpredictable lunatic who struggled to communicate normally and often ignored even the commands of their leader, creating chaos wherever he went.

The remaining five were equipped with abilities that were ill-suited for combat, rendering them largely ineffective.

“The only one we really need to be wary of is their leader. The rest are manageable,” Caroline stated firmly, her voice steady.

Denton, clutching a packet of snacks and looking a bit disheveled, nodded in agreement. “Yeah. That guy’s metal control is particularly lethal, especially in a room that’s already been set up for an ambush. I remember a previous mission where one of our teammates was taken out by a single dart.”

Caroline acknowledged his comment with a curt nod, her mind racing with the possibilities.

“I actually have a plan,” Tyler interjected, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

Both Denton and Caroline turned their attention to him, curiosity piqued.

After Tyler meticulously laid out his strategy, both of them found themselves in agreement.

“You might call it devious, bro, but I prefer to think of it as strategic brilliance! Hehe! Deviousness is just another skill in the game. No, this isn’t just deviousness; it’s tactical trickery!” Denton exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over despite his recent scrapes.

Tyler shot him a chilling glance, silently communicating that if he couldn’t articulate his thoughts properly, he should refrain from speaking altogether.

Just as they were finalizing their plan and reviewing the sequence of actions, a crackling voice emerged from the radio.

“Francis wants to see you, Caroline.”

Having just concluded their discussion, Caroline made her way down to the office on the fortieth floor.

As the elevator doors slid open, she was met with a chaotic scene: dozens of large sacks were strewn across the corridor, extending from the elevator and deep into the building.

Peering closer, she realized that each bag was filled to the brim with mutant carcasses.

A frown creased Caroline’s forehead. The sacks were teeming with flies and cockroaches, emanating a noxious odor that made her stomach churn.

Suddenly, a memory struck her—the temperature had soared past 95 degrees today, creating a perfect breeding ground for such pests.

“Caroline, take a look. Do you want these? If not, we’ll just haul them out and incinerate them,” Francis suggested, emerging from the shadows and wiping the sweat from his brow. “It’s far too hot; the flies and mosquitoes pose a serious health risk.”

Caroline approached the grotesque display and siphoned energy from the mutant carcasses into her spatial storage, opting to leave the bodies behind.

The flies and mosquitoes offered little energy; they were unnecessary for her mobile base, and she had enough energy reserves for the time being.

“Colonel Sutton, my ability allows me to absorb energy from these mutant corpses for my use. Once I’ve extracted the energy, we can dispose of the bodies,” she explained, her tone matter-of-fact.

Since acquiring the ability to mimic others’ powers, and with the surge of ability users awakening, her cover for concealing her spatial abilities had become increasingly plausible.

She could easily attribute any unusual occurrences to “my power,” and most would accept it without question.

After all, the strangest rumor circulating within the shelter network was about someone whose power allowed them to consume waste and transform it into gold—a filthy, seemingly useless skill, yet a tantalizing piece of gossip that spread like wildfire.

**Chapter 424: Impersonation**

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