Those drones are not the main point at all—no matter how many are shot down, the real focus is that gigantic steel beast in the sky!

The three of them, trying to deal with that thing, was simply impossible. The disparity in strength was just too great; this was almost a dead end!

At this moment, the sky above their heads was filled with drones, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper, making even the air seem to freeze.

“Chance of rescue 0%. Chance of rescue 0%.” Brian Carter kept calculating, searching for a sliver of hope.

Looking at the swarming drones and the aerospace carrier that had completely replaced the sky, Jack Spencer was utterly in despair. This was an existence that humanity could hardly resist.

Just as they were about to be riddled with bullets, Paul Harris, who had been following behind Jack Spencer, stepped forward. “The hero always appears last. Let me handle this.”

“What?” Jack Spencer looked at him in shock. “Could this guy be a master? Has he been pretending to be weak all along?”

Paul faced these airborne harbingers of death without fear. With a swift motion, he pulled a gold card from his pocket, raised it high with one hand, and declared with immense pride, “I! Have! Money!!”

As soon as he said this, the rotating gun barrels of the drones above stopped, and all their cameras turned to Paul Harris.

“I’ll buy time with money!” As Paul Harris spoke, a drone quickly descended and began scanning the card.

As soon as the payment was received, the drones dispersed from above their heads as if nothing had happened.

Even the steel beast in the sky considerately changed the light shining on them from red back to white—almost as if it was about to play a farewell song for them. The previous suffocating oppression vanished without a trace.

Chapter 11: Treatment

“Huh?” Jack Spencer’s mouth dropped wide open, staring in utter shock at this absurd scene. “Is… is this really possible?”

Such a life-and-death crisis could be solved just with money?

Grinning, Paul gave him a thumbs up. “Bro, now you know why I work so hard to make money? Because money really can buy your life!”

“Then why didn’t they use it?” Jack Spencer turned to point at the shattered bodies of mercenaries in the ruins behind them.

“Because they didn’t have money.”

“So if you have no money, you deserve to die?”

“That’s right, if you have no money, you deserve to die.”

“No money, you deserve to die?”

“Yeah, if you have no money, you deserve to die.”

“Damn.”

Looking at the mercenaries who died like ants in the ruins, Jack Spencer gained a new understanding of this world.

“Hurry up, I only bought three minutes.”

With the time Paul bought with money, just as the red light in the sky lit up again, their feet finally landed on the rotting garbage.

The three of them almost collapsed onto the trash, watching everything from a distance.

One spaceship after another descended from the aerospace carrier, beginning to clean up the battlefield in an orderly fashion.

“No matter what, at least we made it out.” Jack Spencer lowered his head and spat out another mouthful of bloody saliva, gasping for breath.

“Look, folks, this is what the company does.” Paul said, turning his livestream back on, as if he’d become a war correspondent.

“So this is the company?” Jack Spencer muttered to himself as he watched, gaining a whole new understanding of the word “company.”

No matter what had happened in this world before, at this moment Jack Spencer finally understood deeply that this world was completely different from the one he used to live in.

“Jack, your body temperature is rising. You’re severely infected. We must find a doctor.” Brian Carter said, preparing to help Jack Spencer over the garbage mountain.

But Paul stopped him. “Bro, it’s over seventy li to the metropolis from here. If you try to carry him all the way, he’ll be a corpse by the time you arrive. I’ve already called the treatment center—they’re sending a ship right now.”

“Then why didn’t you call when we were inside?” the exhausted Jack Spencer asked, his head lolling as his vision began to darken.

“What 7 you say? We were fighting in there! In that situation, do you think the treatment center would take the order? They run the treatment center to make money, not to save lives. They won’t do a losing business.”

“Damn.” Hearing this, Jack Spencer was completely disillusioned with this world.

Soon, a red laser from the sky traced out a square area in front of them, and a white ship with a red cross painted on it broke through the clouds and landed precisely in that spot.

Two doctors in white coats, accompanied by four tall, thin white robots, quickly approached.

“Area secure. Rescue can begin.” The robots split open and rapidly transformed into mechanical stretchers. Soft prosthetic limbs gently but swiftly lifted Paul and Jack Spencer onto the stretchers.

In a daze, Jack Spencer felt something pierce his forearm. “User 10314C1 secure. Connecting to bio-signal. Life monitoring panel activated. Cardiac stimulant injected. Dopamine 70 milligrams. Norepinephrine 110. Blood fibrinogen 800.” As the cold voice continued, Jack Spencer, who should have been losing consciousness, actually began to wake up.