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High above the Earth, at an unknown altitude, a colossal structure floated amidst swirling clouds. The blinding sunlight refracted off its silvery surface, making everything appear surreal. Surrounding this massive entity were several smaller aircraft, orbiting it like stars encircling the moon, all gathered around the central silver fortress.
In the high skies, everything seemed calm and unchanging, yet hidden currents stirred the hearts of many. This silver behemoth, integrating humanity's cutting-edge technology, was nicknamed the "Super Stratospheric Fortress." In the databases of various countries' Ministries of National Defense, its code name was B-11. The "Super Stratospheric Fortress" was a crucial asset in Washington's global strategy, powered by nuclear energy and capable of global mobility. Theoretically, once it ascended, it only needed to land when it was decommissioned. Inside this high-tech marvel gathered the leaders of most nations, convening to discuss a matter of life and death for humanity. They chose this super fortress as their meeting place as a precaution against the ever-present specters that could threaten the conference at any moment.
"The first Global Security Conference has officially commenced with unanimous approval from all present and remote participants for Protocol 001: the Stratospheric Agreement." Inside B-11 was a spacious Conference Hall where heads of state sat upright, their eyes fixed on the first rotating Chairman, Aibolon. Each face bore a solemn expression; this was an extremely important meeting that demanded their full attention. The simultaneous translation provided the most accurate interpretation, and with every statement made, their expressions shifted accordingly.
Aibolon, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with slightly puffy eyes, focused on a specially prepared document in his hands and read aloud with careful enunciation: "… Zombies are rampant; most countries are in mourning. To thoroughly resolve the Zombie Crisis and ensure the Continuation of human civilization, the first Global Security Conference has made the following resolutions:
First, gather scholars from various countries in biology and chemistry to research antiviral medications;
Second, each country should accommodate citizens from disaster-stricken areas according to their capabilities;
Third, unite all possible forces to prioritize defense while also taking measures to eliminate threats to prevent further expansion of the Zombie Crisis;
Fourth, national Armed Forces should actively engage in this battle and provide reasonable support to civilian defense efforts;
…"
The meeting lasted for a full eighteen hours. Aside from brief breaks for meals, no leader dared waste a moment. By the end of the conference, each head of state had received detailed resolutions along with tasks assigned by powerful and efficient staff teams based on actual conditions. For the first time globally, there was such unity; dissent regarding the resolutions was minimal. After concluding the conference, each leader piloted their ultra-intelligent single-person aircraft back to their respective countries. During this Global Security Conference, aside from unified security forces surrounding the "Super Stratospheric Fortress," none of the leaders brought personal security details. Those elite teams tasked with protecting them had already been deployed to combat the Zombie Crisis; there were no exceptions in times of disaster.
…
On top of a towering six-hundred-meter building not far from the "Super Stratospheric Fortress," a tall elder with white hair and blue eyes stood silently in traditional attire. Just as those leaders departed in their aircraft, a young man hurriedly approached him and respectfully handed over a document. The elder took it without a word and began to slowly peruse its contents.
Ten minutes later, a genuine joy appeared on the old man's face as he gazed at the rising sun in the distance. With a slow, deliberate pace unique to his age, he said, "We can finally appear in this world openly, without worrying about being labeled as terrorists."
"President, does that mean we should accept their demands and cooperate with their actions?" The young man, seemingly of high status, directly inquired about the thoughts of the one he referred to as "President."
"A Qiang, if you rush into things, you might start down the wrong path. For matters of this magnitude, it's better to wait. When they become desperate, it will naturally work to our advantage," the old man replied, adjusting his disheveled white hair while turning his back to the young man.
The young man called A Qiang lowered his head and said, "But the current situation is special. Although the signing of the Stratospheric Agreement is beneficial for us, will our actions be seen in a negative light?" A Qiang hesitated to continue, seemingly afraid of angering the old man.
The old man fell silent for nearly a minute before responding, "I've lived for over seventy years and have witnessed my fair share of death. I should have come to terms with it by now. Yet at this age, I cherish life even more; I want to live well and for as long as possible. Those who were consumed by zombies have nothing to do with me; this world has always been about the survival of the fittest." He then turned around and patted A Qiang on the shoulder before walking away with his hands clasped behind his back.
...
In a VIP ward of a military hospital in Paris, France, red, yellow, and blue indicator lights flickered incessantly in the dimly lit room. On either side of the bed, ultra-thin displays constantly changed various parameters and graphs. Above the bed lay a glass box roughly the same length and width as the bed itself. Strangely enough, inside the glass box lay a man whose body was submerged in a transparent liquid, putting him in a semi-floating state. Various tubes attached to his body quivered slightly with his movements.
"It's been almost three months; the boss still hasn't woken up!" Outside the ward, a pair of dark eyes stared intently at the blurry figure inside. The owner of those eyes wore an expression filled with concern.
"Douglas, you don't need to worry. The doctors say Captain is recovering; it's just that he really overexerted himself initially and is still in a coma," a rough voice chimed in from beside him. The speaker also expressed deep concern for the man inside the ward.
At that moment, outside the ward were two members of the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps: Douglas and Witerson II.
"Witerson II, do you think this special nutrient solution provided by the hospital for our boss is effective? What if they're just fooling us?" Douglas continued.
Witerson II's dark face twitched slightly; he seemed unsure how to respond to that question. Since they had rescued Lin Yi from the seaside and brought him to Paris for treatment nearly three months ago, they had tried every method alongside doctors but had only managed to restore Lin Yi's vital signs without being able to awaken him. After three months of effort and repeated disappointments, their initial resolve had begun to wane. Yet they still refused to give up; they would use any reasonable method available to treat Lin Yi.
"It's fine. The effects of the nutrient solution are quite evident. Captain's organs, which were on the verge of failure, have started to improve and regain vitality," Witerson II waved his hand, signaling Douglas to leave with him.
The situation outside was not optimistic either. As a formidable combat group, they could not afford to remain idle. Taishan and Fire Dragon, who had retreated from Corsica with them, had temporarily joined the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps. With their assistance, hunting large-scale Zombies became extremely easy. Following the release of the Stratospheric Agreement, more and more civilian forces were joining this prolonged Zombie defense battle. The mercenary teams that were once only known in the Underworld were now frequently appearing, showcasing their strength to the world. Bai, an old Mercenary, informed the other members of the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps that there was a Mercenary Alliance in this world, existing to protect the interests of Mercenaries. Moreover, this alliance controlled three extremely powerful Armed Forces aimed at maintaining the stability of the Mercenary Alliance.
Upon hearing Bai's account, everyone rubbed their fists in anticipation, hoping to join the Mercenary Alliance. After all, they were just a newly established Mercenary group with a weak presence in this world; they needed a strong backing to support their existence.
One night, after Lin Yi had been immersed in nutrient solution for half a month, the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps received a notification from the hospital. The doctor informed the members of the Mercenary group that Lin Yi's nutrient treatment had been effective; his bodily organs had fully recovered and were even stronger than those of an ordinary person. However, since Lin Yi had been in a deep sleep for over three months, even though his body had recovered, his consciousness remained dormant. The hospital had now designated a set of awakening procedures, but due to Lin Yi's special condition, there might be various unpredictable dangers during the awakening process, requiring signatures from the Mercenary group's members.
Upon hearing this news, despite it being late at night and everyone feeling exhausted, the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps hurried to the hospital. Everything was ready at the hospital; what was once a spacious ward now felt somewhat crowded due to the influx of over twenty people. The doctors were also extremely tense; many new instruments had been brought into the ward to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
"We need signatures from the patient's family because this time's risks are greater than during the first rescue," said a doctor whose face was mostly hidden behind a mask as he presented an agreement to everyone.
After a brief silence, a Blonde Girl stepped forward: "I am his colleague and have known him longer than anyone else here."
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