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After enjoying half of the shooting game, Zheng Yifan finally felt a bit fatigued. The zombies hardly posed any challenge for him; the warriors had already divided the Thermal Power points. Under Zheng Yifan's relentless shooting, many of them had fallen. Several captains shouted loudly from below, unaware of who was shooting from above. They only knew that their prey, their targets, mysteriously disappeared. The feeling of having a zombie suddenly drop dead when they were already in the midst of a thrilling slaughter was undeniably frustrating.
It was akin to being deeply engrossed in something pleasurable when suddenly interrupted by a phone call that couldn't be ignored. Once the call ended, all interest was lost.
This was exactly how they felt. The main Machine Gunner couldn't leave his post, but each of them had several Assistants and Logistics Personnel sent by the main Machine Gunner to inquire about specific matters. They didn't possess the same authority as their leader, yet they understood just how furious he must be.
Everything has its own momentum; following that momentum leads to greater efficiency and satisfaction. Although they gradually realized it was Zheng Yifan's doing, fewer people came to ask questions.
However, Zheng Yifan wasn't heartless; he felt bad about lingering there and stealing zombies from his subordinates while disrupting their rhythm of attack.
In the end, he could only leave his shooting position and enjoy dinner.
At this time, it was merely according to the Watch's time because they had no idea what time it actually was. Australia and Japan were not in the same time zone, but it didn't matter; as long as the warriors had food, that was enough. Ensuring sufficient energy and hydration was the cornerstone of warfare.
Zheng Yifan discovered something important during the war: he hadn't encountered any Mutated Plants.
Aside from the higher-ups of the Hope Group and his relatives, there were no other Superpowered Individuals. This significantly slowed down his plans for conquering the entire planet.
Without Superpowered Individuals, humanity could handle zombies with relative ease. Perhaps in America or the Middle East, it would be more challenging due to America's high gun ownership rate; in the Middle East, firearms were as essential as chopsticks at mealtime. Going out without a gun was tantamount to seeking death.
Especially in areas like Mario, firearms were everyday tools; killing was merely a game after dinner.
That would be the last place Zheng Yifan would attack. However, he would send people ahead to monitor the government forces in America to prevent any disorder. He needed to control those automatic weapons and large-scale weaponry.
Ordinary firearms could be tolerated, but missiles and aircraft had to be kept under his control; even if he couldn't master them, they needed to be destroyed.
Of course, this did not include civil aviation; commercial aircraft were disregarded entirely.
Eve had long been prepared to manipulate those planes, but without activation or connection to networks and satellites, intrusion was impossible; he could only issue orders. As soon as any aircraft powered on, he would immediately order preparations for self-destruction.
Everything Zheng Yifan did was aimed at unifying the entire planet and then welcoming the Apocalyptic Era.
The entire world no longer distinguished between the real world and the Apocalyptic World; humanity was about to face another wave of suffering.
He unified the entire Earth. Only then could he arrange certain things, at the very least, set up a Fortress and prepare enough contingency plans.
These were all matters he needed to consider.
However, before that, he unexpectedly received a message.
A woman had come to negotiate on behalf of Japan's Self-Defense Forces.
She was said to be very beautiful, but those clever Mercenaries had already reported their suspicions that she might be a spy. They warned Zheng Yifan to keep a safe distance from her and to have weapons ready to deter any potential threats.
Most importantly, the Mercenaries had thoroughly stripped and examined the woman. They even cleaned out her Stomach, using emetics to ensure she expelled everything, and checked every possible hiding place on her body for weapons.
Zheng Yifan was speechless at their thoroughness; it seemed they had gone to such lengths simply because she was an attractive woman.
He couldn't help but push those Mercenaries toward darker thoughts.
Nevertheless, Zheng Yifan ultimately decided to meet with the woman and hear what she had to say. The key point was that he already knew about this so-called Self-Defense Forces. Eve's reconnaissance capabilities were no joke; even if they were mere moles, Eve would find them out. Moreover, they occasionally came out openly, stretching in the air as if they owned the place.
This only made it easier for Eve to gather information.
According to the data, there were already 17 confirmed personnel, but this woman was appearing for the first time, suggesting that the actual number might be higher, though not excessively so.
The underground Electricity supply was likely running low; relying solely on ventilation and some remaining facilities underground made life uncomfortable for humanity. At the very least, dealing with basic needs like sanitation was a significant issue.
Thus, those who remained were either high-ranking officials or completely unapproachable.
This woman clearly belonged to the latter category.
In an ordinary Western restaurant, Zheng Yifan met with this woman. Dressed impeccably and exuding an air of nobility, one might mistake her for a wealthy socialite or an international superstar.
Unfortunately, Zheng Yifan knew that he was just a spy, possibly even a mere Fellow among thousands. He had no interest in a woman like this.
"State your purpose," Zheng Yifan said calmly.
The woman across from him clearly did not expect the leader of the opposing side to be such a young man. Moreover, he appeared delicate, lacking the decisive aura typical of a killer; he looked more like a graceful young gentleman.
He resembled those boy bands from before, essentially someone who lived off others' fortunes.
They understood that one should not judge by appearances, and this woman did not let her guard down. However, her choice of words surprised Zheng Yifan.
This woman actually spoke Chinese, and with a strong Beijing accent. It was quite an odd feeling.
"Sir, I come from the Japan Self-Defense Forces. I am here to seek cooperation and hope your side can help us reclaim Tokyo. We are willing to pay ten trillion yen," the woman said, trying her best to sound sincere. She revealed her purpose early on to prevent this young man from becoming overly impulsive; if they beat around the bush, he might get anxious and take drastic action.
After all, the disparity in strength was evident.
However, upon hearing her words, Zheng Yifan was momentarily taken aback and then suddenly felt like laughing.
Are you really from the Japan Self-Defense Forces? Or are you just a bunch of clowns pretending to be from Japan? (To be continued...)
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