Ice Apocalypse: Shameless and Unstoppable

[Ding! Adam is completely humiliated. His humiliation level is at its peak! Rage points increased by 300! Reward: 1 automatic multi-functional fishing rod with a load capacity of 250 kilograms!]

"Good boy. But I don't lack slaves. You'd better chill outside. After all, my house is small and can't accommodate a diva like you."

"Alissa, I'm gonna kill you!" Uncle Adam went insane. He waved the crowbar as he smashed it against the rolling shutter door. "Zombies are coming. Smash it! There are all kinds of food behind this door. You can keep whatever you get!"

When those who came with him heard this, their eyes lit up, and they raised their steel pipes to charge forward. However, the titanium alloy door, which had been systemically modified, did not budge at all. Not even a single layer of paint was peeled off.

Instead, Uncle Adam exerted too much force and injured his palm, groaning in pain.

The zombies behind him had already appeared at the street corner and were less than 100 yards away from them.

Uncle Adam sweated profusely from anxiety. Suddenly, he looked up at the window on the second floor of the supermarket. It was not closed.

Uncle Adam's eyes lit up as he fiercely commanded, "Quick! Find a ladder and climb up there. Go inside and hide! As long as we get in, those two old farts and that brat will have to do whatever we want. Then, we'll throw the father down to feed the zombies and keep the women to serve us!"

In the surveillance room, Dad trembled with rage upon hearing this. His teacup was shattered in his grip. "Monster... What an absolute monster! We've never mistreated him, yet he's willing to kill us and treat his own niece like this just to steal our food!"

I patted Dad's shoulder with an icy gaze. "Dad, Uncle Adam has just been pretending to be nice. That's just who he is. If I don't act, we'll be the ones who die."

Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Alissa, we'll do as you say. Don't worry about me."

"Okay." I smiled cruelly.

I had deliberately left the window open.

"Come on, Uncle Adam."

Clutching the newly rewarded fully automatic multi-functional fishing rod, I walked to the second-floor window.

Outside, they had already set up the ladder. Uncle Adam scrambled up the ladder with a greedy grin on his face, as if he could practically see the room full of food and me kneeling and begging for mercy.

He got closer and closer…

Uncle Adam gripped onto the windowsill, leaned half his body in, and shouted with delight, "Haha! I'm in! Alissa, you brat..."

Before he could finish, a fluffy slipper stepped on his face.

I looked down at him, waving the gleaming fishing line in my hand. "Uncle Adam, Merry Christmas! You used to love fishing, and this time, I'm planning to catch something big. Would you be interested in helping me out?"