Comrade, Vodka! / Is Mine Bigger Than Yours?

"Screech!" At that moment, the RV suddenly braked hard, and screams of panic came from a small settlement in the distance, where thick smoke rose conspicuously.

Meanwhile, a Temple-class Honkai Beast wielding a large shield was leading nearly a hundred minions of various types to annihilate the survivors trapped in the town.

It was just a joke, why take it so seriously?

Kevin glanced at the sheer number of the Honkai Beast, his vision blurred, and he clutched his forehead in Affliction.

Chapter 331, Section 348: Comrade, Vodka!

As a wealthy businessman who single-handedly revitalized his family, he hated this drastically changing world because he lost everything he had built while in exile after the disaster struck.

His pampered life has also robbed him of his fighting spirit, so now he can only hide in his broken-down car, embracing his shivering wife and weeping.

Within the dilapidated and crumbling village, the Honkai Beast, who had designated this place as a hunting ground, roamed freely, forcing refugees into corners and brutally killing them.

After all, even regular army bullets have little effect on the shells of Honkai Beast, let alone this group of refugees who carry a few pistols and shotguns and some Motolov cocktails for self-defense.

As the screams from the village gradually subsided, the scattered Honkai Beast began to search for places to hide in the vicinity.

At this moment, a massive Chariot-class Honkai Beast was rampaging along its predetermined route, crushing the remaining buildings and abandoned vehicles in its path.

"We're going to die! We're all going to die here!" The middle-aged businessman hugged his wife even tighter, while the metallic creaking of cars being run over nearby grew increasingly piercing and clearer.

The Chariot-class Honkai Beast's thick thighs were less than five steps away. The wife covered her bulging belly with one hand and gripped her husband's wrist tightly with the other.

Those meticulously manicured nails, due to excessive tension, had already scratched five bloody marks on the wealthy businessman's arm.

The wealthy businessman gritted his teeth in pain, not daring to utter a sound. When his gaze fell upon his pregnant wife, his right hand unconsciously pressed against his slightly overgrown belly.

"Bang!"

Under his wife's incredulous gaze, the wealthy businessman pushed open the car door, broke free from her arms, and hurriedly fled out of the village.

The slightly overweight middle-aged man was panting heavily after running just a few steps, his feet slipping on the blood and ice shards.

But abandoning all pretense of dignity, he scrambled to a cold corpse, grabbed a Browning pistol, and fired a series of shots at the Honkai Beast that was about to trample the car, missing his target each time.

"Monster! Here! Come on!"

The trembling shouts, surprisingly, had a powerful penetrating force amidst the howling wind and snow.

Whether enraged by the bullets or provoked by the wealthy merchant, the monster turned around and charged towards them.

The wealthy businessman bent down, grabbed a Motolov cocktail, hastily set it on fire next to a burning house, and then threw it at the head of the Honkai Beast as he ran.

With each step he took forward, his stride became more steady, and his fear gradually receded.

At this moment, he was not a wealthy upper-class man with millions in assets. The weight of the words "husband" and "father" made him fearless, and the fighting blood of the Slavic people in his body seemed to begin to boil.

But within a mere ten meters, the Knight-class Honkai Beast in front Assault-class Honkai Beast above, drawn by this sight, began to surround and block the flea.

I'm so unwilling to accept this. It's only such a short distance. I should have joined the army instead of going into business...

The wealthy businessman patted his belly with regret, then grabbed a shotgun from his stranded vehicle and fought back desperately against the Assault-class Honkai Beast.

However, the instant the bullet was deflected by the shell, a red light flashed across the sky, and seven or eight Assault-class Honkai Beast instantly disintegrated into scattered fragments.

"East! Run out of the village! I've cleared it!"

Kevin, flapping his wings, pulled the Skyfire Greatsword from the head of the Chariot-class Honkai Beast, approached the survivor, gave him a serious instruction, and then prepared to continue hunting down the nearby Honkai Beast.

"Wait! My wife is still in the car! Please cover us! I'll pay! All the money in my account!"

The wealthy businessman, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly grabbed Kevin's arm, his face full of pleading.

The commander glanced at the wealthy businessman carrying a hunting rifle, immediately understood what had happened, and his expression softened slightly.

Not bad, he's a real man...

Kevin didn't say much. He grabbed the man and flew to the broken-down car, forcefully pulling open the locked door. He signaled the couple to evacuate immediately, while simultaneously brandishing his Skyfire Greatsword, escorting them away.

Half an hour later, when the last Temple-class Honkai Beast collapsed, the remaining Honkai Beast, with one-third of their forces still intact, retreated like a tide.

"We're alive! We're still alive!"

The more than twenty survivors, overjoyed, wept bitterly, embracing each other in tears.

Even the extremely emotional Russian girl tried to hug and kiss Kevin, but the commander dodged her without leaving a trace and went into the carriage to discuss countermeasures with the two Valkyrie.

Ultimately, they all concluded that with a lack of transportation, insufficient food, and inadequate warmth, they couldn't move on today. Unless Kevin was prepared to collect their corpses along the way.

Therefore, it is necessary to take care of things such as resting on the spot, cremating the bodies, collecting supplies, and calming the emotions of the refugees.

Everything seemed to have returned to the arduous work under the disaster in Toko City. The commander couldn't help but sigh. After finding a few strong young Russian men, he began his arduous task.

Fortunately, the indigenous residents evacuated in a hurry, and most of their supplies were still there.

After the road was cleared, many vehicles remained stalled. After some inspection, they could be restarted and put into service.

Because of the rule of "those who work harder get more food" and the priority given to families who contribute by modifying vehicles, everyone's enthusiasm is very high.

People who can survive in the harsh conditions of Northern Siberia are never easily subdued.

Neither Napoleon, who dominated Europe, nor the fascists, who lashed out at the world, could completely conquer this land; perhaps this is part of their national character.

As night fell, campfires were lit, and those who could afford it moved into the cleaned courtyards, while others could only huddle in tents and keep warm by the fire.

"Comrade, vodka!"

Kevin distributed the two boxes of "water of life" he had collected. Everyone was overjoyed to have this amazing cold-weather protection, and both men and women took some.

In their tipsy state, they even briefly forgot their fear and sorrow.

After briefly arranging for Theresa to keep watch temporarily, Kevin went into a tent.

"What is this...?"

The wealthy businessman from earlier in the day had just helped his wife lie down when Kevin entered, and he seemed somewhat reserved.

"Some milk and pastries... please accept them..."

The commander put down the gift in his hand, expressed goodwill to the wealthy merchant, and then prepared to turn and leave.

He currently has twenty or thirty people to take care of, and the reason he's been able to do this is simply because Kevin admires the man's actions during the day.

Unlike that [World Serpent], he is usually more emotional than rational.

However, the wealthy businessman then pulled out credit cards, checks, and everything else of value from his pocket and stuffed them into Kevin.

"You deserve this. If we survive this disaster, I will be grateful for your kindness for the rest of my life!"

The wealthy businessman adopted a very humble attitude, and his demeanor and tone were extremely sincere.

"Interested in helping manage the refugees? The road to the B-17 military supply depot is still long..."

"I'd be happy to serve you!"

After returning the favor, Kevin chatted briefly with the wealthy businessman before leaving.

By the campfire, Kevin, who had little experience with checks, picked out a signed one with great interest to admire.

Surname "Mar"? A wealthy businessman? A pregnant wife? Could it be such a coincidence?

Kevin flicked the check, his expression odd.

Chapter 332, Section 349: Is it as big as mine?

As everyone grew increasingly fearful, they gradually drifted off to sleep, the flames crackling and popping.

Not long after waking up, the Valkyrie Patrick sat on a horizontal log, idly roasting Borodinsky bread to fill his stomach, while Theresa grabbed a few pieces of pastry and munched on them. The two chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

However, as the figure emerging from the tent was gradually stripped of its dark disguise in the firelight, Theresa's lips trembled, and the candy skewer in her hand lost its flavor.

"Hey, it's time for your shift to change. Go get some fuel nearby."

Kevin picked Theresa up, looking imperious.

Why me?

Sure enough, this guy is the most annoying! Theresa glared fiercely at the uninvited guest, her hands unconsciously pressing down on the 52-kilogram [Oath of Judas].

"Keep the fire burning; that's your duty as a night watchman. You're the strongest, so the capable should do more..."

"Besides, I do all the work during the day, so you're only of little use. You should at least do something useful after you've finished, right?"

"Are you planning to make the sick lady next to me do this kind of physical labor?"

Theresa gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, but she couldn't refute it, so she had no choice but to swallow her anger and go to fetch fuel.

After finding out that That bastard Siegfried has nothing to do with the Kaslana family, I'll beat the crap out of your head!

"You teased her again..."

Patrick brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear, a smile playing on her lips. As an intelligence operative, she could tell that Kevin meant no harm; he simply enjoyed teasing cats and dogs.

"Shh, this is your reward for keeping watch tonight. Quickly destroy the evidence, and whatever you do, don't let the... highly intelligent nun find out..."

That was close! Kevin almost blurted out "mentally challenged nun." After calming himself down, he handed Patrick an exquisite metal box.

Alcohol! It really is alcohol!

Patrick's gaze swept straight ahead, his hands moving even faster, grabbing the metal box with lightning speed, unscrewing the lid, and greedily inhaling the rich aroma inside.

Just a tiny sip...

Patrick licked his dry lips, gulped down two-thirds of the liquor in the metal box, then reluctantly tightened the cap and tucked it into his surging chest, hiding it close to his body.

Ah... I'm saved! Patrick had been itching to see Kevin distributing the vodka he'd found to keep warm to the refugees during the day.

But her close friend Theresa blamed Patrick's injury on her own recklessness and, like a busybody, wanted to see her fully recover.

Let alone having a drink, even walking a few steps, she always had a motherly look on her face, which made Patrick very uncomfortable.

"You're a good guy, aren't you... How about I introduce you to some pretty older ladies?"

Patrick stretched out his right arm with satisfaction, put it around Kevin's neck and joked to show his closeness, inadvertently running his oversized weapons over the commander's face repeatedly.

"I think that little girl named Raiden Mei is quite cute. Could you help me set her up with her?"

Kevin broke free from the embrace of the magnanimous Valkyrie, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.

"So you're a lolicon... Having inappropriate thoughts about minors is a crime..."

Patrick smiled as before, withdrew his right hand, took out the remaining half-bottle of vodka from his chest, and took a small sip.

"You see, adults' minds are too complicated; they're not as cute as children..."

Kevin gazed in the direction Theresa had gone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, time is running out, let's exchange information..."

To show sincerity, the commander took the initiative to give a brief introduction to the defection of the Artificial Intelligence [Red Queen] in the East Siberian Sea, and revealed his basic identity.

Patrick also recounted the information she and Theresa had gathered at the Babylon Laboratory, as a return gift.

Is the internal and external time flow rate of one month different from that of one day? Is the Honkai energy reactor of the Babylon Tower the energy source of the "Siberia Dome"?

The Herrscher caused the huge commotion and her dragon companion have yet to appear? Have the 30-odd surviving "materials" in the lab collectively betrayed us? And it seems the Red Queen is now in charge?

Kevin believed that this professional intelligence officer must have been holding back some information, but these detailed figures were ultimately more valuable than Theresa's vague statements.

Kevin and Patrick tacitly overlooked the fact that someone was an undercover agent for [Anti-Entropy], since the commander who had revealed his identity to the woman wasn't exactly clean himself.

When each party holds leverage over the other, a basis for cooperation is established.

Moreover, compared to Lord Otto of the [Schicksal] organization, the [Anti-Entropy] side is more humane. He doesn't mind building good relationships with the other side's people before the leader, Welt, arrives.

"By the way, buddy, how did you subdue that white-haired Herrscher?"

Patrick regained his fiery passion, but a subtle wariness was carefully hidden deep in his eyes.

Seeing Kevin smile without answering, the woman provocatively lowered her gaze to his crotch.

"It seems like they don't have much capital..."