Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist

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This is the first new adaptor Su Hui has seen besides Harley.

Especially the 87% compatibility rate, that number is quite high.

Is it a coincidence, or is there some other factor at play?

As Su Hui pondered the thoughts, his fingers on the steering wheel paused almost imperceptibly.

He stepped on the brakes, and the heavy Hummer slowly came to a stop at the side of the road.

Their gaze returned to the police car and the policewoman who got out of the driver's seat.

Her steps were steady, and even through the car window, one could feel the resilience in her that set her apart from ordinary survivors.

Her long golden hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. She was stunningly beautiful, with a high nose bridge and well-proportioned features. In particular, her deep blue eyes revealed a sharpness and resilience that seemed out of place in the post-apocalyptic environment.

She has a fit physique and exudes strength.

The attributes displayed in the system also prove this point; all values ​​except for the strength that women are naturally weaker in are higher than those of ordinary people.

The male police officer in the passenger seat of the police car appeared much more nervous.

Seeing the Hummer stop, his body tensed up, and he instinctively gripped the shotgun in his hand, raising the muzzle slightly, his eyes filled with tension and unease.

Saran Johnson glanced sharply at his partner, stopping his impulsive act with a single look.

She could clearly sense the terrifying defensive capabilities of the modified Hummer in front of her, as well as the powerful sense of oppression emanating from the man in the driver's seat.

This is no ordinary survivor.

Saran stopped about five meters away from the Hummer, a relatively safe distance.

She did not approach rashly, nor did she make any threatening moves.

“lapd, Saran Johnson.”

Her voice was clear and professional, with a slight hoarseness, indicating that she had also gone through a lot of hardships.

"Where are you going? It's dangerous on the road now, with all sorts of monsters in the apocalypse."

Her gaze swept over the menacing horn of the Hummer's front, its clearly reinforced body, and the dark red bloodstains remaining on the bulletproof glass, her vigilance deepening.

This car, and the people inside, are definitely not ordinary.

Su Hui remained silent, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the steering wheel as he assessed this unexpected discovery.

Seeing this, Harley immediately understood and peeked out.

The little madman who was just excited about street brawls instantly switched back to his harmless and docile mode.

She gave Saran a sweet, almost fake smile, blinked her big eyes, and showed just the right amount of timidity.

"Officer, we just want to go home."

Saran's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She glanced at the smiling Harley in the passenger seat, then at Su Hui, who was expressionless and exuded a powerful aura behind the driver's seat.

The combination of these two is just so strange.

But she did not expose Harley's obviously flawed explanation.

In the apocalypse, everyone has secrets.

She returned to a serious expression and spoke solemnly.

"The area ahead has been confirmed to have high-risk mutant activity and is very unstable."

"The military has established a large shelter at the Cyber ​​Arena (formerly the Staples Center, the American Stadium), which is relatively safe and guarded by troops."

"I suggest you come with us there. There's strength in numbers, and you'll be able to get basic protection."

She tried to persuade Su Hui by emphasizing the advantages of the official shelter.

However, Su Hui only glanced at her indifferently.

"We'll consider it."

His tone was flat, devoid of any emotion, clearly showing no interest in the so-called official shelter.

For him, crowded places often mean more trouble and uncontrollable factors.

It is utterly foolish to entrust one's safety to others.

From Su Hui's calm eyes, Saran understood his refusal and also felt the other's strong confidence.

She stopped insisting.

"be careful."

After giving a final word of advice, Saran gestured to his partner Mike, and the two quickly returned to the police car.

The siren did not sound; the police car slowly turned around and drove in another direction.

Hummer has been restarted.

Su Hui looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Saran was also looking out the back window of the police car in the direction they had left.

Their eyes met briefly in the mirror before quickly looking away.

Inside the police car.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Saran, that guy… he’s terrifying.”

"Just now I felt that he could tear us apart at any time if he wanted to."

Saran did not respond to Mike's words, his gaze still fixed on the black Hummer that was getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

Her intuition told her that she might meet that man again.

Thinking about the current situation in the shelter, Saran suddenly had a vague feeling... that the man might live longer than most people in the official shelter.

........

The Hummer continued to travel through the ruins.

As the vehicles continued westward, the terrain gradually rose, and the architectural style on both sides of the road began to change significantly.

The silhouette of a luxurious villa that once symbolized wealth and status now comes into view.

Beverly Hills is just around the corner.

Su Hui slowed down the car and sharply scanned the surrounding environment.

The terrain here was indeed as he had expected. Most of the villas were built against the mountainside, with large gaps between them, offering a wide view and naturally possessing the advantage of being easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, the dangerous atmosphere in the air did not diminish in the slightest after entering this affluent area.

Su Hui could vaguely sense that there were some stronger energy fluctuations in this area.

This estate, a symbol of wealth and prestige, was clearly not spared after the apocalypse.

As the Hummer drove into the outskirts of Beverly Hills, the post-apocalyptic scene became even more horrifying.

The once smooth and clean streets are now littered with the wreckage of various abandoned luxury cars.

The Porsche's front end was smashed to pieces, the Bentley's body was riddled with bullet holes, and there was a large patch of dried blood next to an overturned Rolls-Royce.

Many villas had their exquisite walls collapsed, gardens were overgrown with weeds, and occasionally the remains of zombies could be seen.

This place has clearly also experienced brutal battles and trials.

The Hummer rolled over the door of an overturned Lamborghini and slowly drove down a tree-lined avenue with tall palm trees on both sides.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Su Hui caught a glimpse of movement behind the curtains on the second floor of a villa in the distance.

A blurry figure flickered in the dim light, seemingly observing them.

Is he a survivor?

Su Hui didn't pay much attention and continued on his way.

However, trouble came knocking on our door.

At a fork in the road, several modified pickup trucks and SUVs suddenly appeared in front of us.

These vehicles were also fitted with rudimentary armor, and machine guns were mounted on the roof or in the cargo bed, giving them a formidable firepower.

Squeak-!

The screeching sound of brakes rang out as several cars fanned out and blocked the Hummer's path.

These vehicles were fitted with makeshift steel plates, and some even had heavy machine guns mounted in the cargo beds, their dark muzzles pointed unceremoniously at the Hummers.

The car door was flung open, and a group of white men jumped out.

Most of them wore bulletproof vests, carried assault rifles, and some even carried RPG rocket launchers on their shoulders, clearly indicating a well-organized armed group.

The leader was a tall, blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man with an arrogant and condescending air about him. When his eyes swept over Su Fei's Asian face, he made no attempt to hide his contempt.

He pointed his M4A1 rifle at the Humvee, his tone extremely arrogant and disdainful.

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, this isn't a place for you."

"This is now our KKK territory, and we don't welcome yellow-skinned monkeys like you."

His henchmen behind him burst into laughter, their eyes roaming unabashedly over Harley's curvaceous body, filled with lewdness and greed.

"Boss, this chick's pretty good!"

"It looks spicy!"

"That's right! She's clearly white, yet she's with a monkey. We have to purify her!"

"Leave the car, and that girl too."

The middle-aged man pointed the gun barrel at Harley, then at Su Hui: "Then you can get lost. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you die a quick death."

Harley's body trembled slightly. She was acting like a drama queen, tightly hugging Su Hui's arm, blinking her big eyes, and her voice was trembling with tears.

"Honey, they're so fierce, I'm so scared."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a slight tremor, making anyone who heard it think she was a frightened and delicate girl.

This gesture once again drew laughter and whistles from the crowd.

Only Su Hui glanced at her sideways, meeting her large, blinking eyes.

Only he knew that Harley's trembling at that moment was not due to fear, but to excitement!

Su Hui pushed open the car door and got out.

A dozen or so dark gun barrels were instantly pointed at him.

Faced with such a scene, Su Hui's expression remained calm, but a cold killing intent had already formed in his deep eyes.

He seemed oblivious to the weapons pointed at him, his gaze as cold as a knife, meeting the blond man's arrogant stare directly.

"What if I say no?"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

The blond middle-aged man let out a piercing, cold laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"reject?"

He pressed the gun to his temple, his expression becoming even more ferocious.

"Looks like you're fucking asking for it!"

"In this damn apocalypse, kid, strength is everything! You think you can scare anyone with a beat-up modified car?"

He suddenly waved his hand, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

"Kill this yellow-skinned monkey!"

Just a moment before his men were about to pull the trigger and their guns were about to spit fire!

Su Hui made a move!

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, like a ghost!

The extreme speed left a faint afterimage in the air!

The next second, he appeared like a ghost in front of the blond man who was still shouting!

When the middle-aged man came to his senses, he felt a blur before his eyes, and a terrifying feeling of suffocation suddenly gripped his throat!