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The chilling roars of the Zombies echoed through the air, a maddening sound that sent shivers down spines. Yet, that was not the most terrifying aspect; the real horror lay in the sounds above. The Flying Zombies had arrived over the Jiang Grand Bridge, and the Hope Gathering Place was temporarily powerless to counter them.
Or rather, aside from Zheng Yifan and a select few Superpowered Individuals, the Hope Gathering Place lacked any capability for aerial combat.
Those flying Zombies were incredibly bothersome. The Firearm Esper kept their weapons trained on the sky, with Li Li standing out among them. Thanks to her efforts and Han Rui's support, her weapon had undergone significant upgrades. She had completely abandoned her previous firearms in favor of a Post-Apocalypse model: the Thor Anti-Material Rifle. It was unclear why she had suddenly switched weapons.
However, it was evident that all her previous investments had gone to waste; she would need to multiply her costs several times over to create a fully functional Psychic Weapon.
Now, she had received a highly rewarding mission and had obtained a Contribution Recorder.
This device resembled a camera and could accurately record the targets she shot at.
It served as proof for redeeming rewards, with a single Flying Zombie being worth one hundred times that of a ground Zombie. For today and tomorrow only, the rewards were tripled!
This meant that for every contribution point earned at midnight, she could exchange it for cash.
While it might not seem like much at first glance, for a Firearm Esper wielding an Anti-Material Rifle Psychic Weapon, it was like being in water; she could quickly take down numerous Flying Zombies.
To her, those airborne Zombies felt like they were delivering cash right to her doorstep.
More Firearm Espers turned their gazes skyward, their targets set on the Flying Zombies. These creatures posed a challenge for the Hope Gathering Place, but for them, they represented winged contributions—flying currency.
Regardless of whether they held Submachine Guns, Machine Guns, Sniper Rifles, handguns, or shotguns, their sights were locked on those airborne nuisances.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan was no longer drifting above Sun Jiangmian; he was firmly stationed at the headquarters, carefully studying a map captured by reconnaissance drones hovering in the sky.
The large aircraft was impractical for use, but thanks to the crazy research of the scientists at Hope Gathering Place, it was now operational again.
The unmanned aerial vehicle in this apocalyptic world possessed an unimaginable range and endurance, thanks to Zheng Yifan's ingenuity.
Measuring only about a meter in length, it could truly achieve invisibility. Its flight time lasted a full 48 hours without relying on satellites; it could directly transmit images from seventy kilometers away using signal propagation. Beyond that distance, a relay device or early warning aircraft would be needed to provide signal relay transmission.
Zheng Yifan carefully observed the all-encompassing three-dimensional display screen before him. This was his first experience of the advanced technology in this apocalyptic world.
This equipment was entirely military-grade, all acquired by Zheng Yifan through trading ten tons of rice with other survivors. In Hope Gathering Place, this was an enormous transaction; even A-Level Essence could not fetch such a price. However, it reflected Han Rui's ambitions, which aligned perfectly with Zheng Yifan's own.
Zheng Yifan, the highest military strategist in his daily life, controlled the survival resources of Hope Gathering Place. Now, her commands were beginning to take effect.
What he was enjoying now was one of Han Rui's orders, reminiscent of the story of Zhao Wang from the Yan Kingdom who paid a fortune for horse bones. This had prompted numerous survivors to toil for Hope Gathering Place in search of food. They risked their lives collecting supplies, and now they had an opportunity to obtain a large quantity of food. They couldn't help but go wild; nearly every military base, military structure, research institution, and even certain major companies from the post-apocalypse were being targeted by these survivors. Wherever Hope Gathering Place's influence spread, they would develop their profit potential.
The equipment before him was a collection of resources obtained by countless individuals.
Various computers and electronic devices were integrated together and modified by Hope Gathering Laboratory into their current form.
Han Rui played a significant role in this endeavor, yet she was nowhere to be seen on the battlefield. She was busy preparing for the second New Gathering Place exploration plan to expand the gathering place's radiation range once again.
Zheng Yifan was responsible for combat; this was essential and something that Han Rui could not handle.
"Leader! The first wave of Zombies is approaching! It's expected to be all Flying Zombies!" The screen in front of Zheng Yifan changed color, displaying all the data on the Flying Zombies.
Standing over two meters tall with a wingspan of more than five meters, these creatures were nothing short of monsters. Their long snouts measured half a meter, capable of instantly draining an enemy's brain matter. Even more terrifying were the four Claws beneath their bodies, resembling eagle talons but even sharper.
What Zheng Yifan couldn't imagine was that these monsters had a carrying function; each Flying Zombie would inevitably grasp a Zombie, either a low-level Zombie or a Second-Level Zombie.
At the highest level, Zheng Yifan saw a Mutated Zombie being dragged along. The Zombie below resembled a Meatball, disgustingly green.
It was reminiscent of the Flame Extinguisher Zombie Zheng Yifan had encountered before.
However, this Zombie was even more different; although its body looked like a Meatball, it could spray green liquid—corrosive fluid combined with potent toxic gas.
Just a touch would guarantee death.
The nearly one or two-ton Meatball floated in mid-air, slowly drifting. The Flying Zombie above was the largest among them, yet holding onto this massive Fellow made it feel immovable.
But what Zheng Yifan felt was not humor but terror. The Northern Zombies were even more frightening now, gathering the elite from several cities. What lay before him was the combined strength of these urban elites.
While there might not be many Flying Zombies in a single city, what about the total from over ten cities? That was truly terrifying.
All the Flying Zombies had likely appeared before him, clawing and flapping as they approached.
"Everyone, open fire! Eliminate these Zombies! Especially that Fellow holding the big Meatball! Whoever takes him down will be rewarded!" Zheng Yifan shouted loudly, causing everyone to scream in response.
Tenfold Reward was already a Triple Reward. Now, it had been multiplied tenfold again. That meant three Tenfold Rewards.
That Zombie was worth 000 Dollars. A Superpowered Individual using an Anti-Material Rifle could likely take that Zombie down with a single shot, securing a massive reward.
Almost all the Superpowered Individuals using Sniper Rifles and Anti-Material Rifles were on the brink of madness.
The Muzzles were all aimed at the flying Zombie above that big Meatball.
Before they arrived, they had received clear orders to eliminate the Flying Zombie, not the Meatball below; the Meatball was merely a bonus.
Zheng Yifan did not expect such a strong reaction from the Superpowered Individuals.
Just as he finished his first sentence, the first shot had already been fired.
“Bang!” The sound was soft, with little smoke and no intense attack effect.
However, Zheng Yifan knew he had definitely hit his target—the head of the Zombie. Taking out a Zombie from a distance rendered attacking the Zombie Crystal useless; only a shot to the head would be their Achilles' heel.
Once penetrated, the Zombie would lose its ability to move and would then be devoured by the beasts below.
That counted as eliminating a Zombie.
As long as they successfully incapacitated the target, it was fine. However, ensuring the death of the Flying Zombie was essential. No one knew if taking them down would threaten their lives.
A single shot rang out, followed by a continuous barrage of gunfire. That first shot seemed to signal the beginning, unleashing a torrent of bullets that danced through the air like fireworks in the night sky.
However, these fireworks represented death, signifying an end rather than beauty.
"Boom!" The Anti-Material Sniper Rifle fired next. These Anti-Material Rifles in the Post-Apocalypse were designed to eliminate resources rather than to kill. But when it came to actual killing, their power was even more formidable, especially against Zombies and Superpowered Individuals.
In the Post-Apocalypse, when a Sniper Rifle was fired, a human would be left either dead or severely injured with just one shot. But now it was different; a single shot might leave a Superpowered Individual completely unfazed, perhaps even unharmed. Even if they infused their Superpower into their defense, it still wouldn’t guarantee their safety.
Only the Anti-Material Rifle possessed the immense kinetic energy required. Its devastating lethality sent chills down everyone’s spine; those bullets were no longer mere bullets but shells. The powerful Anti-Material Rifle had become one of the most sought-after weapons in this new world.
Unfortunately, these rifles remained exceedingly rare, with many unable to acquire them at all.
Currently, in the Gathering Place, the price had soared to 1,000 Dollars per rifle, with ammunition sold separately.
The reason for this was simple: those who wielded such rifles stood to gain far more profit. In situations like this one, whoever landed a hit could effectively claim three Anti-Material Rifles or a basic Psychic Weapon without any effort. They could then modify their own firearms accordingly.
Among everyone present, only Li Li had yet to fire her weapon. This woman had abandoned her once-thunderous demeanor and was now patiently waiting for her chance to shoot; it might only come once. The special bullets she had prepared were worth 100 dollars each—Psychic Weapon ammunition developed by the Hope Gathering Place. These bullets were entirely crafted from Superpowered Individuals' abilities, boasting unparalleled explosive power and penetration capabilities that even a nuclear bomb equivalent from the Post-Apocalypse couldn't match.
Li Li had never tested this weapon before; likely only one person from the Superpower Weapon Factory at Hope Gathering Place had ever tried it out. However, that number was certainly not high.
The cost was simply too steep; if consumed like Machine Gun ammunition, not even Zheng Yifan could afford it—ten Zheng Yifans wouldn’t be able to manage it either.
He focused intently, all his mental energy converging into a single point.
He had long noticed that this Zombie was different from the others. While the other Zombies were covered in a hard, armor-like carapace, this one was unique; its skin pores were soft, resembling a gorilla from the Post-Apocalypse. Its face was even more expressive.
The only difference was the location of its Heart in the Post-Apocalypse; that spot had completely transformed into a Carapace.
This was something she had caught a glimpse of.
A palm-sized piece of carapace had become the Zombie's only defense point. Its four Claws constantly shielded the large Meatball beneath its body, guarding that position. Li Li knew this was to prevent surprise attacks.
It was almost certain that inside was where this Zombie's Zombie Crystal resided. That location corresponded exactly to where the Heart would be in a human from the Post-Apocalypse, which served as an energy source for humanity.
With the arrival of the apocalypse, it was clear that the Zombie's Zombie Crystal positioned at the Heart could better provide a source of power.
"Ha!" Li Li breathed quietly, her breathing slow and deep; exhaling took four or five seconds, and inhaling took just as long. Her hands were steady as a mountain, fingers resting on the trigger without moving an inch.
The firearm had been painted and did not match her own bright red attire. Instead, it bore a simple and unadorned camouflage pattern.
This was clearly to prepare for future battles.
After all, clothes could be easily changed, but a Psychic Weapon once crafted would last a lifetime. She absolutely could not allow anyone to see her weapon while she lay in ambush.
That would be an absolute disgrace.
Zheng Yifan's gaze swept across the area, suddenly focusing on a young woman. She was conspicuously hidden atop a military Armored Transport Vehicle, dressed in a Crimson Qipao. She lay on the roof, holding a camouflaged Anti-Material Rifle, carefully aiming, waiting for that crucial moment.
In the sky, a Flying Zombie floated lazily, while the ones in front of it kept plummeting down, each time eliciting shouts from the crowd below.
Those were genuine contribution points. Real cash.
In this era, being a ten-thousandaire meant you were among the wealthiest people around.
Millionaires and multi-millionaires? In this Gathering Place, only Zheng Yifan dared to claim such titles. Others could only dream; their total assets might reach those figures, but if you excluded their Psychic Weapons, they were all broke.
In the apocalypse, no one hoarded money as dowries; it was all about investment and returns. Money spent on supplies was real money. The market thrived, continuously absorbing all the good things from this new world.
People outside the Gathering Place who wanted to spend had to be leaders of the Merchant Guild, guided here by others to gain the right to trade freely with high taxes.
Just as Zheng Yifan was lost in thought, Li Li suddenly stopped breathing. Her breath seemed to freeze in an instant; her muscles remained relaxed, with only her fingers resting on the trigger. In her scope, the target was right below the crosshairs.
This data was calculated after considering wind speed and all other variables.
Now was the moment for her to take this shot. (To be continued...)
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