Chapter 913: Back On The Road III - Weapons Of Mass Destruction

On any other day, I would've been totally against torching an area that could possibly contain loot or any other essential items, but we were on a schedule and the return for investing a few hours to sift through their bodies and gunk wasn't worth it.

This would sound completely contradictory to my hoarding mentality but everything a public market could possibly have, we already have—or have the means to make whatever they were ourselves.

But yeah, we have one major problem because Brix the fucking dumbass was so excited to commit a felony, we were still several feet away from where Kaley and Jose nuked that bloater or whatever it was, AND the same dumbass dropped everything in his person to carry as much gasoline as possible.

The motherfucker didn't even have a screwdriver to defend himself and he was now stuck behind me like he was a fucking trailer where I needed to change up my movement pattern so he'd fucking survive.