Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 463

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 463**
**Chapter 463 Unexpected Turns**

Francis gestured dramatically towards the dark shadows that lingered beneath his eyes, a testament to sleepless nights and the weight of the world pressing down on him. “Look at these bags under my eyes,” he lamented, his voice tinged with a mix of humor and despair. “Can you believe it? Commander Ball is still breathing, but he had to go and set up a memorial tablet for himself. Talk about bad luck! He’s taken quite the hit.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with the irony of their situation. “And let me tell you, in this godforsaken apocalypse, finding a coffin like that is like searching for gold. It took us ages to track one down.”

As Francis continued his rambling, Philip stood there, utterly bewildered. What on earth is happening here? You orchestrated a successful scheme and emerged victorious. In this brutal game, the spoils belong to the victor. Killing me is one thing, but what exactly are you playing at, Francis?

Finally, with a long, weary sigh, Francis shifted his tone. “So, Colonel Leonard, given that your rank surpasses mine, I can’t cheat you outright. But let’s be real here—think about how you might compensate us, alright?”

His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and desperation. “You see, our shelter has been struggling to the point where we can barely scrape together a meal. We’ve never enjoyed the wealth that your side has. To us, everything you possess looks like a treasure trove.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not picky,” he added with a half-hearted smile, as if trying to reassure Philip that there was still room for negotiation.

A faint grin crossed his lips. Hehe, I picked up this little tactic from those around Caroline. It’s my first time trying it out, and I can’t help but wonder how effective it will be.

Philip was left in a state of confusion. What sort of charade is this?

“Take your time to think it over,” Francis continued, his tone deceptively casual. “There’s no rush. We might find ourselves working together in the future, so I’ll be lenient with you.”

He gave Philip’s shoulder a friendly pat, his demeanor exuding a false sense of camaraderie.

Yet, despite the friendly facade, beads of sweat trickled down Philip’s forehead. Why does Francis’s smile seem more menacing than his frown?

Unbeknownst to him, in his office, Andrew was the one truly feeling the pressure. He had believed victory was assured, yet now he found himself in a precarious situation.

All the soldiers he had brought along were gone, eliminated without a trace. Now, their bodies lay frozen and neatly stacked against the wall, like lifeless blocks of ice.

Though Andrew possessed some abilities himself, he now sat rigidly in his chair, a victim of humiliation and paralysis.

Wrapped tightly in metal wires, he felt the cold steel constricting around him. At the end of each wire was a barb, glistening ominously, ready to pierce deeply into his flesh at the slightest movement. The thought sent shivers down his spine; it seemed capable of plunging straight into his heart.

He had witnessed those barbs twisting and contorting before his very eyes, and in that moment, he understood their potential as instruments of torment.

Before him stood a formidable duo—two people, accompanied by two dogs and two birds. This incredible team had neutralized every single one of his men stationed throughout the shelter.

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