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"I want to go back to Huaxia, alone." Zheng Yifan spoke coldly on the phone with Berry. On the other end, Berry, with blue eyes and blonde hair, was stunned. His boss had lost his mind! Going back? The population in the country was over 1.4 billion, and the military was vast and powerful. There were certainly various factions at play. Although the entire country was largely controlled by older big shots, there were plenty of Company Commanders around their thirties who were gradually becoming the main force. The higher-ups could not effectively control these officers below them because they were merely wielding power and acted more like politicians, many of whom were parachuted in without much respect within the military. In contrast, Company Commanders were seen as true strongmen in their eyes because they had risen through the ranks among their peers.
If Zheng Yifan returned, he would inevitably encounter many challenges. The military was a melting pot where alliances formed easily within a military district. Thus, it would be easy for Zheng Yifan to run into them upon his return.
"I'm going back to pave the way for you. In the coming days, you will inevitably enter the country. If I can establish a foothold first, it will make your subsequent work much easier."
Japan was an occupation; domestically, it was about conquest. This was Zheng Yifan's homeland, and no matter what, he had emerged from this country and would naturally be more accepted there.
Despite their flaws, who didn't have them? There were always some good men among a population of over a billion. Even now, the number of Survivors had surpassed a hundred million. Zheng Yifan didn't ask for much—just a few hundred thousand real men to join his ranks and become part of Hope Group. This would undoubtedly promote the development of his influence.
Berry suppressed his emotions during the call; in fact, he was on the verge of losing it. What kind of boss was this? He wanted to delve into one of the most populous countries and conquer a city all by himself—this was an impossible task. Yet Zheng Yifan's words were filled with confidence and determination. Berry knew he couldn't change his mind and could only express his concerns in frustration.
"Boss, I know I can't dissuade you, but please ensure your safety. Hope Group cannot afford to lose you!"
Berry's sincere words touched Zheng Yifan somewhat. Within Hope Group, aside from him, there was only Berry left. When Zheng Yifan departed, Berry had been the leader; now he showed no signs of any other thoughts—perhaps he did have some but chose not to express them.
There would be many things to come in the future. Zheng Yifan needed some time for those with ulterior motives to reveal themselves so that he could make an example out of them.
After saying goodbye to Berry, Zheng Yifan left Japan and flew directly westward toward his homeland. His wings were his best means of flight—better suited than any airplane. Soaring through the skies, Eve served as his navigator; he needed nothing else. Zheng Yifan only required his phone on him so that Eve could locate him anytime and anywhere.
Satellite positioning and satellite phones made no difference; the phone in his hand could receive satellite signals and convert them into normal signals—it just had that extra functionality. Now wearing it allowed him to see exactly where he was at all times.
The thrill of battle ignited his passion; moments like this in life were truly happy ones. Soaring above the blue sky offered a sense of vastness and freedom. It would take him over an hour to reach his country, and during flight, Zheng Yifan didn't need to control his wings at all; he was almost gliding effortlessly, with slight tremors in his wings allowing him to soar slowly through the air.
After more than an hour, Zheng Yifan finally crossed into the Great Pickle Nation and truly saw his country. Smoke filled the air, and the sound of gunfire echoed around him. In this nation, ordinary citizens were prohibited from owning firearms, yet the military's arsenal was among the most formidable in the world. This was a red country, a nation with powerful ground combat capabilities, and its military strength was undeniably fierce.
Zheng Yifan's expression was grim. Many cities lay in ruins amidst the smoke, and he could see craters left by missiles. This was a border city, home to strong armed forces, yet those very forces were now using missiles to attack their own cities. Did they no longer care for the safety of ordinary citizens?
His face darkened with rage as he gazed at the area filled with the sounds of gunfire. There, by the riverside, a camp that had once been a fortified base had transformed into a battlefield. There were no battles within the city itself; all the zombies had already been driven out, leaving this place as a meat grinder of war.
Zheng Yifan did not see any ordinary citizens or survivors in the city; it had been completely devastated by countless missiles launched into its depths.
Had these people truly gone mad? Did they really wish to annihilate everything? They seemed unwilling to confront the zombies directly, opting instead for indiscriminate attacks on areas densely populated by them, hoping to lure out other zombies bit by bit.
But survivors were innocent. They were trapped inside and being obliterated by missiles.
Countless missiles meant to defend homes had been wickedly turned against their own people. Zheng Yifan felt his anger boiling over. He had never encountered such madness in Japan. Of course, digging deeper, it was because Japan's missile weapons were not in their hands and were not controlled by them. Their own country was limited in armed forces and lacked substantial ground combat weaponry. For them, if an invasion occurred and their homes were breached, it would almost mean losing the war entirely; their nation lacked the strength for ground combat.
Thus, such situations did not arise there. In other countries, aside from India, it was unlikely that similar circumstances would occur.
Fury ignited within Zheng Yifan, manifesting as layers of white flame that symbolized his wrath. Gradually, avatars of believers began to appear around him. They lacked flying abilities; only a few could soar through the air. The ones near Zheng Yifan were those capable of flight while those who could not entered the ruins of the city in search of survivors.
Consumed by rage, Zheng Yifan stood alone, preparing to unleash a massacre unseen by others. (To be continued...)
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