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"Brothers, charge!" A dozen yellow-skinned men hid in the alley, eyeing the supplies of ammunition.
Those were the ammo packs dropped from the sky. This was already the third phase of the Shengjing recovery operation. Their mission was a clearing operation, to lure the zombies out from their hiding spots and eliminate them.
The main cleanup had actually been completed. Armed helicopters had attracted a massive number of zombies into the fire net, where they were taken down.
Millions of zombies had been eliminated. Yet, they still needed to rescue survivors from house to house and take down more zombies.
Of course, most of their efforts were focused on eliminating zombies. Back when they first started in Japan, everyone would vomit during battles, but now they had grown accustomed to it. Even in the bloodiest situations, they could calmly shove energy bars into their mouths.
Everyone had ample supplies; the airdrops were substantial. They could replenish resources at any time. The only thing they lacked was weapons.
Ammunition was available, but not weapons, because there were too many survivors in the city. Who knew if those people would take them away? If they had weapons, it would be too dangerous. But without weapons, the ammunition was useless; they couldn't fire it. Even if they had firearms, it would be pointless since the bullets were not compatible.
"Tap tap tap!" The sound of a submachine gun echoed as the last soldier entered the alley, pulling some supplies from the pack and stashing them in his tactical backpack. Each person received a food pack and eight bottles of fresh water.
This was how they survived—there were no decent meals, just constant fighting. They also needed to use that precious fresh water to wash their hands because no one knew if they had been contaminated by zombie fluids. It was essential to wash up with special soap provided by their group. If anyone had come into contact with the zombie virus, their washed hands would turn green. They could then cover the green areas with dirt, and after a few seconds, all the zombie fluid would be absorbed by the soil.
This was their survival trick.
In such circumstances, merely surviving was already a luxury for them. Fight on, continue fighting.
Each person's watch recorded their military merit; rewards would be given later based on their contributions. After everyone finished their supplies and consumed the last bit of rations that couldn’t be carried away, they began their retreat.
Their watches indicated another task: a residential building nearby—a modern apartment complex that once housed wealthy individuals. Now it didn’t matter; their assets would be redistributed. This place would still belong to them, but what would be left? Shengjing's urban area had now been declared abandoned; everything here would be demolished and returned to land.
The destructive impact of human existence on nature has been too severe; Large City needs to recover.
Even in the capital, Boss has already ordered its complete destruction.
The environmental pollution there will take hundreds of years to restore. Even using Zombie Fluid for recovery will require several years.
The natural environment has become the most crucial aspect of this world. If modern cities continue to exist, rats and cockroaches will evolve into terrifying monsters.
Apocalyptic World Zheng Yifan has entered multiple times and has received reports. The current rats and cockroaches have become the number one enemy, more terrifying than Zombies, because once they grow larger, they are still not too big. They need to use Flamethrowers just to clear out a portion of them.
Frontline Warriors disregard all that as they enter the stairwell.
The elevator has already been called. They are not planning to take it; that thing could betray them at any moment.
When the elevator doors opened, gunfire erupted. Inside were three Zombies. These three Zombies were trapped inside the elevator and rushed at them frantically upon seeing them.
However, it was futile. Their Shooting Skill was exceptional, making them elite in the Mercenary market. Taking down these ordinary Zombies was easy for them. They only used a dozen bullets.
They dared not waste ammunition carelessly; bullets cannot be resupplied at any time and must be conserved.
After eliminating the Zombies, they tossed a pill-like object onto one of the Zombies.
Then, the Zombie Fluid began to rapidly condense, eventually transforming into something resembling a large tablet.
A warrior grasped a vial of concentrated Zombie Fluid with tweezers and carefully placed it into a sealed bottle.
This was the amusing creation of Zheng Yifan's annoying secretary during the apocalypse. Now, they were all using this substance, which could be industrially mass-produced; it only required him to make a round trip to utilize it. Currently, all the military forces were employing this method to store Zombie Fluid. It was the easiest approach.
After collecting the Zombie Fluid, they continued into the apartment building.
The place was built quite luxuriously, with one unit per floor, all spacious layouts. As they entered the first floor, they encountered a lavish family, though unfortunately, this family was also shattered. Two Zombies charged at them, but a few gunshots quickly resolved the threat.
Then they moved on to the second floor, third floor,
Until they reached the eleventh floor, where they encountered a Survivor.
"Help me!" The Survivor was a woman, petite and clean, likely due to the lack of water and power outages.
"Boss. I'll take her downstairs," one soldier said as he stepped forward to escort the girl down.
However, their leader suddenly waved his hand, and everyone raised their Submachine Guns, watching the woman warily.
"Wait. I feel something is off about this woman; she shouldn't be so calm." He suddenly noticed something behind her—a room that seemed to have something sealed inside.
"What’s in there?" The captain cautiously eyed the room behind the girl.
Inside that room, it seemed like a Zombie was trapped because they could hear its growls. Yet this girl was alive; how could there still be Zombies in her home?
"Well? Those are my parents; they seem to have gone mad," the woman said calmly.
The captain and several team members immediately sensed that something was off. He quickly requested backup on Watch and began recording the current situation.
At headquarters, Eve was intensely calculating, while many experts analyzed a series of solutions for the specific combat scenarios.
"We have a plan. The psychologists at headquarters predict that this woman is unstable. Authorization has been given to use tranquilizer darts, and there are Zombies inside the house," the captain whispered to those nearby.
With that, he drew a tranquilizer gun from his waist and lightly fired a shot at the girl Child.
Thud!
The sound of the girl Child hitting the ground was so fragile.
At that moment, the door in front suddenly swung open. Two Zombies charged toward them wildly.
Those were the girl Child's parents. (To be continued...)
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