Claire's Revenge

In times of disaster and apocalypse, personal charm becomes even more influential, binding people together tightly. When people feel helpless, they yearn for leadership to guide them out of the crisis. Without a doubt, Devon gave these people hope.

"So, my offer hasn't been enough to prevent those people from rebelling," Eugene chuckled. In fact, he could increase the bounty, perhaps offering a hundred or even a thousand boxes of instant noodles, which would still be manageable for him. However, there was no need for that.

"I'm actually looking forward to Devon's arrival to show them my true strength!"

If he went all out, he would surely eliminate everyone without revealing his unique spatial abilities. Even if communication was cut off now, it would be hard for others to spread the word, but Eugene wasn't willing to take the risk. In chaotic times like these, caution was never too much.

The Walker Family.

Claire made her final plea, "If you let me go, I'll be yours. Being with you should be natural, and you won't have to pay anything! Damon, I know you genuinely like me; otherwise, you wouldn't have visited me for four consecutive days. Trust me, I won't betray you."

Damon, a 40-year-old man with a small stature and rather unattractive features, hesitated, "No one would like me. I'm so ugly and broke."

"Damon, do you want me to swear?" Claire urged, "Help me out of this, and I promise to keep my word. Everyone has betrayed me, and only you have been good to me. Who else should I follow?"

Damon was moved by her words and quickly untied Claire. She hastily put on her clothes, not because of shame but to avoid freezing to death.

"Later, Damon, when we go out, we'll kill them all!" Claire said firmly.

Damon was taken aback. Weren't those people her family? But considering Claire's situation, her resentment was understandable.

He gritted his teeth, "For you, I will!"

"Claire, you're amazing!" Claire leaned in to kiss Damon, making his dark face light up.

"Claire, you go out first, and I'll ambush them from behind the door. When they see me, they'll be shocked, and you can attack the two men first," Claire strategized.

She was smart, knowing that the men were the main threat. Once Chris and Dash were dealt with, Dawn would be inconsequential.

Damon nodded repeatedly. He opened the door, and Chris glanced at him, "You've stayed too long. If you weren't here every day, I'd charge you extra."

Without saying a word, Damon just nodded. Chris was used to his silence and didn't pay much attention. Just then, the door opened again!

Chris was shocked to see Claire walk out. Before he could say anything, Damon swung an ashtray at him. Chris was knocked unconscious instantly.

Dash reacted, shouting loudly, "Mom! Mom!"

Claire never liked her younger brother. She immediately charged at him, with Damon following suit. The three engaged in a fierce fight.

When Dawn heard the commotion and ran out, she saw her daughter wielding a high heel shoe, hitting her son hard on the temple.

"No!"

Claire paused for a moment, casting a cold, cruel smile at her mother, and struck with all her might.

Thunk!

The heel of her high heel shoe pierced Dash's temple. The intense pain made Dash struggle desperately, unleashing strength far beyond the ordinary. He managed to break free but staggered, looking dazed as if intoxicated.

"Mom, why can't I stand?" Dash murmured. Before he could finish, he collapsed to the ground.

Dead.

"Dash!" Dawn screamed, frantic and furious, pointing at Claire, "You wicked woman! You killed your own brother!"

Claire sneered, grabbing another high heel shoe and struck Chris with it. Chris, already unconscious, didn't even twitch; his limbs just jerked once and went limp.

"Old man!" Dawn shrieked again, her eyes filled with fear and resentment, glaring at Claire as if wanting to swallow her whole.

Claire chuckled, "From childhood, you've always favored Dash. Did you ever consider my feelings? Ha! I've even killed my own son. What does fratricide and patricide matter now?"

"You—you—" Dawn was speechless with horror.

"Seize her!" Claire commanded coldly. Damon obeyed, immediately grabbing Dawn.

Only then did Dawn realize that Claire intended to kill her too. Panic overwhelmed her; she pleaded, "Claire, I'm your mother! I've never harmed you. All those things before... it was your father's idea, nothing to do with me!"

Claire laughed maniacally, grabbed a kitchen knife, and gestured over Dawn's head, "Did you stop him? No! What mother would watch her daughter being used by different men?"

"You're unworthy!"

With that, she swung the knife down.

The knife stuck into Dawn's forehead, but Claire, being a woman, lacked the strength to drive it deep. The intense pain invigorated Dawn, who broke free from Damon's grasp and rushed to the door.

Damon tried to chase her but was stopped by Claire.

"Don't bother. She won't last long," Claire said coldly.

"Okay, okay," Damon mumbled, lacking any strong opinion, just nodding in agreement.

Claire looked at him disdainfully.

Damon's combat ability was weak.

But for now, he was all she had. What could she do?

"I need more help," she thought to herself.

Where could she get help?

Money was gone, so were resources. How could she bribe others to serve her? Only her body remained.

At least she was a 7 out of 10 in terms of looks.

"Don't all women use their bodies for resources? But I'm different. I won't be someone's plaything. I want to control others!" With a wave of her hand, starting with Damon, she decided to form an army that would obey her every command in the neighborhood.

"What's the situation outside?" she asked Damon.

Damon quickly summarized recent events, leaving Claire stunned, finding it hard to believe.

Eugene had killed twenty or thirty people?

Could that be true?

What kind of person was her ex-husband? She realized she might not know him as well as she thought.

After the divorce, he seemed like a completely different person.

What caused such a change?

Claire was baffled.

Still, Eugene was a lone wolf, not building any force.

"Too selfish, doesn't want to share anything with anyone!" Claire guessed. "But that's fine. One person is easier to deal with than a group. Many now have grudges against Eugene. I'll gather these people first."

Just do it

She immediately went to find the man with the big mouth. This man was slapped in the face by Eugene in public, and his wife was also molested by Eugene. She must have hated Eugene very much.

She didn't know that the man with the big mouth had already gone to take revenge, but the revenge was not fulfilled, and her wife was played by Eugene.

Soon, she knocked on the door of the big-mouthed man's house

"Who?" The man with the big mouth asked about WHO?, his tone was unkind.

Now that he has food and water at home, he is afraid of being robbed.

"I'm Claire."

"Claire?" The man with the mouth was stunned. Of course he knew who Claire was, but why did she come to find him?

"I know you have a grudge against Eugene, so don't you want to take revenge?" Claire said calmly.

Click, the door opens.

"Come in and talk!"

Another day has passed, and the end of the world has entered the 12th day.

Eugene picked up his phone and looked at it, June 12th.

In the previous life, he would die three days later, but in this life, he lived an extremely luxurious life, eating whatever he wanted, drinking whatever he wanted, and having heating and hot water. , even if you want to play with women, beauties will be sent to your door. You can travel alone, or you can fly in a group, three or four.

Is this day comparable to the previous life?