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The flames of war scorched the entirety of Hedland Port, with precise strikes targeting every alley and household in the port city, one team for every five people. They had to complete their mission in a limited time, while vehicles carrying supplies moved throughout the city. Remarkably, the entire electricity system remained intact.
They could use it freely, without spending a dime.
This was one of the benefits of the apocalypse: all resources were no longer charged. But who truly understood the pain of the end times? They fought tirelessly against zombies, battling them without a moment's rest.
During the world wars, soldiers passed through without causing harm, yet now zombies were even more despicable than grave robbers. They wanted to leave not a single scrap behind for humanity; they were ruthless villains intent on exterminating all humans.
When Zheng Yifan and his convoy entered Hedland Port, they discovered workers of various skin colors and languages standing together against the zombies. They knew that regardless of the intentions of those wielding advanced weapons, their safety was at least temporarily assured.
As long as they were human—whether just or unjust—they needed a certain population base, a certain number of people. Otherwise, would it just be a group playing house in this apocalyptic world?
Survivors clung to the strong, while those who considered themselves tougher focused more on their own interests. More importantly, chaos had already paralyzed the entire city. Although there were no gold shops here, there was a massive port filled with countless supplies. The sheer quantity of iron ore was enough to make anyone envious.
No matter the era, as long as humanity had industry, iron ore would always be one of the most crucial resources.
Now, they surged toward the docks, which was the wealthiest area of Hedland Port.
However, before they could react, a security cordon had already been established near the port. Fierce warriors armed with submachine guns stood guard outside, on rooftops, and atop cranes at the docks. Many snipers were positioned to take aim. Their mission was simple: to make these people recognize reality—there were no kind souls here offering charity; only death beckoned them. If they wanted something, they could trade their lives for it, their strength for it, their loyalty for it—even information could be exchanged.
The only thing that wouldn’t work was relying solely on their firearms.
Australia had once allowed citizens to possess firearms, but due to frequent violent incidents, regulations tightened significantly. All firearms could only be used for competitions and hunting. The government had even conducted large-scale buybacks at original prices, leading to a gradual decrease in firearms until even semi-automatic weapon licenses became limited.
This has resulted in a situation where, although there are people with firearms in this city, they are certainly not many. The majority have turned into Zombies, and most of the firearms available are semi-automatic weapons. Using them is quite inconvenient, and most of them are handguns.
This has led to the current state of affairs. The sounds of gunfire in the city have become infrequent, barely a fraction of what Zheng Yifan and his group experience. They wield weapons used by regular military forces, which possess tremendous firepower, along with the formidable weapons produced by the Hope Gathering Place, making them a force to be reckoned with.
The cleanup within the city has been completed, but the port area had already been cleared long ago. Ships from all over the world are converging here, and the airport cleanup has been entrusted to others. Some warriors from Australia are currently welcoming the Survivors, while the Hope Group is bringing along a large number of wealthy individuals and political figures, as well as many high-profile people arriving in Australia.
This place will be their future home.
Zheng Yifan himself sits leisurely on a 100,000-ton cargo ship transporting steel, smoking a cigarette while quietly observing from a distance. He is unaware of when the distance between him and her has grown so vast.
Zheng Yifan knows that there are some women with whom he shares an unbreakable bond, but time is pressing now; he cannot afford to be overly concerned about such matters. It is all about fighting—only fighting. While others may not realize it, Zheng Yifan understands the fragility of humanity. He knows that once the two worlds fully merge, his power will collapse rapidly unless he prepares in advance to make Australia his stronghold for conquering the world.
The countries with the highest Zombie populations are also the most challenging to deal with; those can be left for later. For now, he will clear out areas with sparse populations first while allowing those in densely populated regions to resist for a while.
His goals are clear and easily actionable; they have now entered another phase where the benefits of the Hope Gathering Place are within reach.
Zheng Yifan is uncertain whether what he is doing is right, yet he continues to execute his plans.
Battle! An endless fight awaits him—an unceasing struggle against Zombies. The future may seem easier for those who come after him, but they are part of a transformative era facing chaos. No one can escape this turmoil; all they can do is strive to ensure that their future or their descendants can have an easier life. They are risking their lives and shedding blood for this cause.
Of course, many fight for their own survival, but they are indeed paving the way for future generations.
Only those truly at the top possess such thoughts, as they alone have the strength and confidence to do so.
The battle was endless, and darkness had almost completely enveloped the surroundings. The sky was a faint white, while the night was pitch black, devoid of any bright sunlight.
The phrase "the sun sets in the west" had become nothing more than a remnant of better times; now, there was no sunset, only an endless desolation.
"Look! Is that an Aircraft Carrier?" Suddenly, Ladidia shouted to Zheng Yifan from behind. From her words, it seemed that an Aircraft Carrier was approaching, which was nothing short of a miracle. They had received news that the first batch of Aircraft Carriers would arrive soon.
But now, one had already reached them. Whether it was friend or foe remained uncertain, yet no one should be coming to this port at this hour unless they had received their notification.
Peering into the not-so-bright distance, Zheng Yifan vaguely spotted the Aircraft Carrier. It was a massive vessel, appearing grand and enormous, like a sea monster slowly making its way toward them.
Zheng Yifan watched quietly, focusing intently on the Aircraft Carrier to confirm whether it belonged to their side.
Meanwhile, the soldiers responsible for communications had begun attempting to establish contact with the Aircraft Carrier to ascertain its intentions and affiliations. (To be continued...)
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