Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 205: Overdue retaliation

At first, Elena thought they would make their move in a secluded area, but as time passed, she realized they were simply tailing them—most likely trying to figure out where they lived.

Growing suspicious, she decided to head toward the different building and stay for a while, checking these pursuers.

"They’re on my left side, crouched behind the icy ridge," Xander informed, glancing cautiously at their positions.

Even though the pursuers moved quietly, his sharp instincts and past experience made it easy for him to pinpoint their location.

Everyone nodded, keeping their pace steady, careful not to raise any suspicion that they were already aware of their presence.

"Alright, we’re almost at the abandoned building. Let’s see what they plan to do next," Elena replied, urging them to move forward.

Soon, they entered the building near Golden Tower and quickly took position. Using a telescope, they observed the people tailing them.

Meanwhile, Marc’s group still crouched behind the icy ridge, their eyes fixed on the building where Elena’s team had entered.

They had spotted Elena earlier during a heated exchange with some officials and decided to follow her.

Marc still burned with humiliation from their last encounter at the mall, which had ended in disaster for his side.

Troy then reprimanded and pushed him away from the main force as punishment—which meant no more good food or resources.

On top of that, Elena’s attempt to kill him back in City B had left a deep scar, fueling his anger even more.

Now, his mind was completely consumed by thoughts of revenge.

Knowing that the Heather Family had entered the ranks of government officials—and that Elena’s group lived near the evacuation center—Marc realized it would be easier to retaliate against them.

All he needed now was the exact location of their home. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Well, after the Heather Family’s failed attempt to infiltrate the military, they turned their focus to the government.

This time, they made progress.

With support from his grandfather, who provided food, medicine, and other necessities, Troy managed to enter the government’s inner circle.

His words now carried influence within their ranks.

"Marc, should we go inside or head back to report?" one of his companions asked.

"No, let’s wait a bit longer to be sure this is the building they’re staying in. It looks damaged and abandoned—it feels off. They might be tricking us."

"Then let’s go inside, find out which unit they’re in, and come back tonight to finish the job."

"Alright."

"Don’t forget your promise to let us have fun with your fiancée."

"Of course. Vivian would be happy to entertain everyone. Trust me, we’ll have a good time as a group later."

They laughed with dark intentions, eager for Marc’s promise.

Then, they followed Elena’s group and slipped into the building quietly.

Meanwhile, Elena finally turned to see who was following them.

At first, she assumed it was just another group of thugs or looters, but when she spotted Marc among them, a smirk appeared on her face.

’Did they come here to the Camel Tower seeking refuge? Doesn’t matter. Since you’ve walked straight into your grave, might as well accept it.’

"We have visitors. We should give them a warm welcome," she said casually, her tone light but her eyes sharp.

She could tell these were just a bunch of reckless fools. But Marc—he deserved something special.

After all the times he’d called her a b*tch, a quick death would be far too kind.

Everyone raised their brows, sensing Elena was up to something.

"Wife, what are you planning?"

"Nothing much. I just want to capture and interrogate them," she said calmly.

But, watching her closely, Ethan knew she was already plotting her revenge.

Marc had somehow survived the chaos at the mall—a clear sign that this cockroach was not only hard to kill but also strangely favored by heaven.

"Alright, we’ll just wait here and pretend we don’t know they’re coming," Ethan said, supporting his wife.

He knew she was in a bad mood and set on taking revenge herself, so he let her be—just reminding her to be careful.

"Husband, you really know me best," Elena replied, smiling slyly.

"You guys stay here as bait while I hide and give them a proper welcome."

She then looked at Poochi and Wolfie and put them back into space.

Afterwards, activated her [Blink] skill, vanishing from sight and reappearing silently above the entrance, hidden and ready to strike.

Not long after, Marc and his group crept inside the building.

They then heard faint voices from deeper inside—chatting casually.

There, they spotted three men talking, seemingly unaware of their presence.

But one thing stood out—the woman was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is she?" Marc asked suspiciously.

The others scanned the area, their nerves tightening.

Suddenly, a calm but chilling voice rang out behind them.

"Are you looking for me?"

Startled, they spun around—and there she was, seated like a queen in a majestic chair, her gaze sharp and unbothered.

"F*ck... I’ll kill you!" one of them shouted and rushed at her, smirking arrogantly as if the fight would be easy.

But before he could take a single step closer, his head was cleanly severed.

Elena had used her [Spatial Splash] skill.

The others froze in terror, stunned at the sight of the severed head.

Panic began to ripple through the group.

"I hope no one faints, because I’m just getting started," Elena said teasingly.

Being an ability user at this moment was truly overpowering—humans were simply too fragile.

With just one skill, they could be wiped out in an instant.

"You... what did you do?.... monster!" Marc stammered, shaking in fear.

Elena didn’t answer. Instead, she raised her hand again.

"[Spatial Splash]."

Two more dropped dead.

Out of the ten who had come, only seven remained.

It was almost laughably easy—they barely had any firearms and looked like lambs sent for slaughter.

The remaining men panicked, scrambling to escape the demon in a chair who killed without even moving.

But Ethan and Xander were already in place, swiftly eliminating the rest.

A few raised their weapons, desperate to fight back, but Elena was faster.

"[Spatial Slash]."

More heads rolled.

In the span of minutes, it was over—a one-sided massacre.

"Now, only you’re left," Elena said, eyes locked on the trembling Marc.

"Where’s all that bravery now? You had so much to say when you disrespected me so many times—why so silent?" she continued, mocking him.

"Eh? Did you piss your pants? What a shame."

But then, something changed. Elena’s expression shifted, and a chill ran down her spine.

A sense of overwhelming danger struck her. She couldn’t see or hear it, but her instincts screamed for her to leave soon.

’What is it?’