"Everything comes at a price."
The boss lady stared fixedly at the Steam Train, which had fully emerged from underground and was roaring thunderously.
"In this apocalypse, every fucking thing has a clearly marked price."
"If you want something, you have to pay an equal price."
"If you don't want to pay..."
She paused, her voice filled with cold mockery.
"Then your only option is to risk your life and take it."
"But do you think we can rob someone who owns a Curio like that?"
The woman fell silent, the fervor in her eyes rapidly cooling.
At that moment, they could clearly see.
Behind the Never-Ending Steam Train, two vehicles were dragged out from underground like dead dogs.
An Off-Road Vehicle and a blue Pickup Truck.
The instant the two vehicles touched the ground, their connections to the Steam Train automatically disengaged.
They turned around and, without pausing at all, headed straight toward their target...
That convoy that "didn't look strong," slowly driving toward it.
At the sight, the boss lady let out a long sigh, her voice filled with endless regret and lingering fear.
"Ah, what a shame."
She lowered her binoculars and rubbed her sore eyes. "I was planning to hit that convoy down there."
"That convoy is filthy rich. All those baskets of pancake-like things they laid out to dry nearly made my eyes pop out."
"What a shame."
She repeated herself, but this time, her tone abruptly changed, filled with the terror of a narrow escape.
"Just now, someone in that blue Pickup Truck looked straight at us."
The boss lady's voice trembled with a fear that came from the depths of her soul.
"That one look made every hair on my body stand on end!"
"It felt... like a blade already pressed against my