Chapter 59

Wu Guoguang looked at Su Hao with suspicion the whole time.

He knew very well that this suspicion had no basis.

A group of survivors seeking a living in the abandoned city were plotting to destroy the army?

Such a thing sounded ridiculous.

Shaking his head, Wu Guoguang tried to bring his thoughts back to a rational track and focused on the supplies Su Hao requested. After a moment of thought, he said, "You're asking for too much, the quantity exceeds my authority to approve."

"Then pass the issue to someone who can handle it."

Su Hao seized the key point in his words and smiled, "However, I should at least get the immune serum, which should be within your authority."

Wu Guoguang stared at Su Hao expressionlessly for a long time, then slowly nodded.

...

Half an hour later, with the help of two soldiers, Su Hao loaded the military medical box filled with immune serum onto the off-road vehicle.

Wu Guoguang stood at the window of his office, which was next to the main building of the command post, with his hands behind his back, silently watching as Su Hao secured the medical box with a strap, then got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

A corporal entered the office and stood at attention behind Wu Guoguang in a standard military posture.

"Take two men and follow him in a car to see where his camp is."

Wu Guoguang instructed in a normal tone, "Observe their numbers, equipment, surrounding environment, and personnel composition. Move quickly and pay attention to safety."

The corporal's expression was somewhat hesitant, "A short reconnaissance will be difficult to achieve stealth, and the information may not be accurate."

"This is not a high-level military reconnaissance."

Wu Guoguang turned around, walked to his desk, and took a sip of the newly brewed tea, "There's no need for stealth. You just need to follow him and see the general situation when you get there. The city is full of zombies; he has no reason to hide from us or lie to me."

The corporal became even more puzzled, "If that's the case, then why..."

"I'm very curious about what kind of people this guy has around him."

Wu Guoguang pulled over a chair and sat down, with a thoughtful look, "Pay more attention to any abnormalities in the surrounding area. The daily affairs here will be handled by the captain of the second squad. I will return to the base on the next supply plane. The information in this notebook is very important and must be delivered to the higher-ups as soon as possible."

...

If it weren't for the cement road connecting to the outside world, it would be very difficult for anyone to find the KD03 base hidden in the mountains.

The repaired solar power station was sufficient to meet the daily needs of the entire base, and the once interrupted underground warehouse expansion project had resumed. The airport runway was sprayed with large amounts of herbicide on both sides, and the control tower had returned to normal operation.

There were a total of 136 armed soldiers stationed in the base, and with the addition of logistics, communications, and engineering personnel, the total number had exceeded 500. Three new watchtowers had been built around the base, along with various defensive facilities, forming a dense network of firepower that could block any direction. Just last week, two electrically controlled protective barriers had been installed. They could block the monsters in an emergency, giving the base personnel enough time to evacuate.

When Wu Guoguang jumped out of the helicopter, Li Daoyuan was sitting in the base command office, reading a document that had just been forwarded from the Chengdu base.

A simple but necessary salute and greeting, Li Daoyuan put the document he had skimmed through to one side and focused on reading the thick notebook.

Three hours passed.

Li Daoyuan showed no signs of putting down the notebook, but his face revealed expressions of surprise and admiration.

His rank and position were higher than Wu Guoguang's, so he naturally knew more.

The military had a comprehensive set of contingency plans for large-scale zombie attacks. Just last month, three first-stage enhancement serum production lines were put into use, increasing the production of this serum by 80%. It was said that the current inventory was sufficient to supply the entire military. At this production rate, by the end of the year at the latest, the first-stage enhancement serum would be available to civilians. At that time, the selected survivors sent from various regions could receive injections immediately, significantly increasing their chances of survival and success against zombies.

Bad news always comes with good news.

The counterattack plan in the capital region had completely failed—despite all the soldiers being injected with immune serum and first-stage enhancement serum, the 34th Armored Infantry Division's offensive in the Miyun direction still suffered a setback. The artillery and bombing attracted a massive horde of hundreds of thousands of zombies, and the division was surrounded, with a casualty rate of 74.8%. If it weren't for the emergency aerial evacuation plan by the aviation unit, no one would have survived.

The latest research results showed that there was a very subtle connection between zombie groups and individuals. They were not isolated; once a target was discovered within a certain range, the zombies would call each other, possibly through sound or smell. Moreover, compared to the early stages of the virus outbreak, the zombies were now more agile, with greater killing power and feeding intensity.

The military had again adjusted the funding ratio for zombie research. Related high-level enhancement serum research projects had made varying degrees of progress. The higher-ups were formulating new combat plans based on the current situation. The general staff had to consider more additional factors and needed more information about the living habits and daily routines of zombies.

This notebook appeared at just the right time.

The data and content recorded in it were very valuable, especially some very interesting records that should provide inspiration for certain ongoing projects at the central base research institute.

"This survivor who closely observed the zombies is quite good, very smart."

Li Daoyuan flipped through the notebook in his hand, constantly expressing admiration, "I'll send this notebook back to Chengdu. The information recorded is very important and very helpful to us. Oh, right, where is the person? Did you bring the person who recorded this information?"

Wu Guoguang shook his head awkwardly, "He doesn't want to leave that city and refuses to join the army."

"Why?"

Li Daoyuan was very curious.

If the notebook had brought him strong joy and surprise just now, then the words that Wu Guoguang had just spoken had already piqued his intense interest.

The city was full of zombies, and no one wanted to stay in such a place. Whether in the north or here, every non-military survivor Li Daoyuan had encountered would cry and beg to leave, pleading for help.

A survivor who didn't want to leave the city... that was really interesting.

"He has many companions and has established a camp. This guy is young, strong, and quite smart."

Wu Guoguang's tone indicated that he had thought about it for a long time, speaking as slowly as an elderly person's breathing, very clearly, "How to put it... he's not alone."

Li Daoyuan suddenly felt the sunlight outside was a bit blinding, making him squint his eyes involuntarily. He raised his right arm across his chest, slowly stroked his chin with his left hand, and asked thoughtfully, "He wouldn't give you this notebook for nothing. Speak! What are his demands?"

Wu Guoguang repeated the names and quantities of the supplies Su Hao had mentioned.

"A team of over 300 people, the corresponding supplies are not excessive."

Li Daoyuan smiled faintly, "After all, he's just a young man. He may not even realize the information hidden in this list of supplies. He asked you for rifle parts, spare barrels, and bullets, but didn't mention weapons. Undoubtedly, he has enough guns, so he doesn't need these."

Wu Guoguang nodded, "When we set up our base at the command post, we found that the underground armory had been damaged, and all the weapons and ammunition stored there had been moved out."

"That's not important."

Li Daoyuan shook his head, "In a few months, the troops will be re-equipped. All the old 5.8mm caliber individual weapons will be replaced with more powerful 7.62mm or even 9mm rifles. Keeping these weapons is a waste. In fact, some people have already proposed distributing weapons to the public. Some agree, some disagree, and the bureaucratic 'study and research' in any situation... we wasted a lot of time and lost many lives. Whether they have escaped the city or stayed, the survivors have suffered greatly. So whatever they do can be understood. Even if they managed to get a few 105mm howitzers, it would be normal. At that time, they had to do whatever it took to survive."

Saying this, Li Daoyuan turned around and looked at Wu Guoguang seriously, "I understand your thoughts. But don't forget, during the training at the northern base, the instructors repeatedly emphasized—don't view this world with the eyes and mindset of the past. The data in that notebook is very detailed, with observations of zombies recorded hourly. Of course, I won't easily believe surface-level things. The base will also analyze the data recorded based on weather and time. The possibility of fabrication is low, and I don't believe this is a conspiracy. That young man is just an ordinary survivor."

Wu Guoguang did not respond or argue.

Li Daoyuan's words were almost his own true thoughts. It was just that, out of a soldier's inherent vigilance, he had paid attention to Su Hao.

"They must urgently need these supplies. Don't delay, every minute of delay could mean more deaths. I'll send two more planes with you. In consideration of that notebook, we can give them more bullets."

Li Daoyuan walked to his desk, signed his name on the helicopter dispatch form, and handed it to Wu Guoguang. As he did so, he seemed to remember something.

"Oh, what's the young man's name?"

Wu Guoguang took the dispatch form, carefully checked it for accuracy, and solemnly folded it, putting it in his shirt pocket.

"His name is Su Hao."

...

Inside the city, in the bank building, room 306.

Han Ying stood in the room, her face full of anger, forcefully inserting the door bolt and locking it.

Liao Qiu stood about three meters away, trembling all over, his face ashen, retreating in fear. His heels soon collided with the bedpost, and he lost his balance, falling heavily onto the bed. He stared with wide, terrified eyes at Han Ying, who was approaching step by step, a sinister smile on her face.

"What, what do you want to do?"

Liao Qiu swallowed hard, his teeth chattering, making a loud "chattering" sound.

This was Liao Qiu's room, and Han Ying was the intruder.

"What do I want to do? Hehehe... I can't believe you have the nerve to ask—"

Han Ying kept interlocking her fingers, making a "cracking" sound. She wore a set of purple velvet clothes and pants. Compared to a few months ago when Su Hao rescued her from a residential building, she had grown taller and developed better. Although her face was ordinary, her figure was commendable. Especially the ratio between her waist, chest, and abdomen was nearly perfect, and her legs were incredibly long, making her buttocks stand out, exuding a charm that most women envied.

Han Ying's eyebrows were raised, and her sharp eyes were full of unrestrained killing intent. She tightly pursed her lips and took large steps to Liao Qiu, lifting her right foot and stomping hard on the chair beside her. She leaned forward, completely overwhelming the pitiful man in height and momentum.

She glared at him fiercely.

He avoided her gaze, like a mouse caught by a cat, ready to be squashed into a pulp at any moment.

"I... I, I..."

Liao Qiu stammered, unable to form coherent sentences.

"What do you mean, 'I'?"

Han Ying's eyes almost turned round, and she viciously pulled out something from her pocket, throwing it on the bed and pointing at it, roaring, "Tell me, what is this?"

It was a woman's underwear.

A standard triangle, very small, made of cotton, pink, and semi-transparent.

Liao Qiu's lips twitched, and he remained silent, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Everyone on Earth knew it was a pair of underwear.

Han Ying was even more aware that it belonged to her.

The problem was... a few minutes ago, when she entered Liao Qiu's room to borrow a lighter, she found it next to his pillow.

"Tell me! Where did you get it from?"

Han Ying looked like an enraged lion. Her heavy breathing made her chest expand rapidly, rising and falling with each breath, like two mountains of flesh hanging in the air, ready to fall at any moment.

Liao Qiu's voice was very low, barely louder than a mosquito's, "You... you hung it outside, and... so... it..."

The underwear was lost by Han Ying last week.

She had always thought she had forgotten to wash it or that it had been blown