Chapter 84

"Load everyone into the vehicles and transport them out of the city from different directions. Gather at the 'Castle.'"

Su Hao's order was straightforward and decisive.

He knew that Wu Guoguang had sent people to monitor the small bank building.

However, that was several months ago.

Since Li Li's accident and the submission of the second notebook to the Academy of Sciences, the surveillance had become much more relaxed. Even from last week to now, no soldiers had been spotted around the camps.

This meant that Wu Guoguang had already considered Su Hao as part of the same camp. Su Hao could now focus all his energy on dealing with external groups like "Shengfei."

Being pointed at with a gun was not a pleasant experience. Since they had chosen to surrender, the captives would not develop a sense of resistance in the short term. They climbed into the vehicles in order, and under the surveillance of several armed off-road vehicles, they drove out of the city.

The entire process, from the first shot to the gathering of the prisoners, took about half an hour.

This hurried action was not without reason—digital sentries scattered around had already reported back: different-sized groups of zombies were moving toward Cao Rui's camp.

This situation was not difficult to handle—just a few cars filled with fuel, driving around the zombie groups with sirens on, while controlling the speed to allow the zombies to follow, could lure these flesh-eating creatures to other places.

Su Hao stood at the top of the stairs, squinting his eyes, watching the convoy that had already driven away. He raised his head and took a deep breath of the air, which was tinged with the smell of blood.

At this moment, his heart was almost filled with power and ambition, and it was continuously expanding.

Escaping from the future world to the present, Su Hao finally had the awareness to control everything.

He had a large number of high-level enhanced individuals, a vast number of "worker bees," trustworthy partners, and the woman he loved most.

Most importantly, he possessed knowledge of the world's development direction and various technological secrets that no one else could match.

Yes, I am the prophet.

I can control everything, get everything.

With confidence and composure, Su Hao turned his gaze to the eastern part of the city, his expression becoming solemn and serious.

"This side is over. Xinyan, it's your turn now."

The camp on the eastern side of the city was still in chaos.

The barricades constructed using collapsed buildings were almost complete. They blocked the main roads leading to the camp like mountains.

Among the scattered debris, there were broken household appliances like televisions, refrigerators, and washing machines. Fragments of wooden furniture protruded from doors and windows. Everywhere were rags and various unnamed scattered objects. Clothes, shoes, banknotes, wires, and steel bars... these things, which were no different from garbage, were piled up to form barriers several meters high.

The zombies gathered outside the barricades already numbered in the thousands.

They stretched their arms desperately, pushing forward without any regard. Some unfortunate ones lost their balance, were trampled by their own kind, and quickly turned into piles of unrecognizable, stinking flesh.

They were already mostly rotten. In the pushing and shoving, arms and legs would often fall off. Some zombies even had their entire abdomens burst, with gray-black intestines and livers spilling out.

Such injuries, which would be fatal to humans, did not affect the zombies' thoughts or actions.

They felt no fear and were not afraid of losing body parts.

They only felt hungry, with their remaining nerves and brains desperately signaling the desire to eat.

And on the other side of the barricades... there were people, fresh meat.

When Xinyan led more than twenty team members into the "Shengfei" Group camp from the side, hundreds of group workers were operating various machines, filling the gaps in the barricades that the zombies might break through.

Compared to last night, these gaps had been filled by about ninety percent.

Three heavy bulldozers were busy around the camp, piling up scattered bricks, stones, and steel bars. People immediately applied quick-drying cement on the surface of these materials.

This makeshift "wall" was not particularly sturdy, but it relied on its height and thickness to resist the zombies. In terms of strength, it was actually sufficient. After all, although zombies were stronger than humans, they could not concentrate all their individual strength like a bulldozer. Otherwise, even a few thousand zombies would be enough to break through the barricades.

Wisdom is the key to power.

Luo Jingpeng had three confidants.

Two of them, who were tricked by Su Hao into Cao Rui's camp, had already been killed.

The remaining one brought Xinyan and her team back.

According to the terms they had agreed upon in the small bank building: Xinyan could enter the heavily guarded parking lot outside the camp and drive away three cargo trucks full of food and a thirty-ton oil tanker.

This task was easy—Luo Jingpeng's confidant knew about the deal between Luo Jingpeng and Su Hao. He was just following his boss's orders without any suspicion, and even with considerable enthusiasm.

This confidant had always closely followed Luo Jingpeng, witnessing the transfer of weapons from the helicopter, the negotiations between the two, and Luo Jingpeng's instructions to him. In his view, the people in the small bank building were comrades, not enemies.

Under this habitual thinking, he was very polite to Xinyan and her team, who had come to receive the supplies.

Of course, this was partly because there were many young and beautiful women among the outsiders.

The barricades blocked the road leading out of the city to the east. The parking lot was about two hundred meters from the camp. It was very safe, with only eighty people responsible for security.

Counting the supplies and then driving away. From here, they could drive onto the ring road to avoid the zombie groups and the barricades.

The cargo trucks were heavy machinery and required experienced specialists to drive. Most of the men liked cigarettes, and after being flattered by a group of pretty girls, several drivers happily climbed into the driver's seats and started the engines.

A few minutes later, four vehicles drove out of the parking lot, heading toward the small bank building.

Xinyan did not leave. She and the other twenty-one team members stayed behind.

Most of them were women, all qualified "worker bees."

Xinyan gave a signal to her subordinates, and the group immediately dispersed. Everyone had a smile on their face, and they approached the guards in the parking lot in pairs or individually.

A good-looking woman approached the heavy machine gun position at the parking lot exit, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, tore open the packaging, and offered a cigarette to the two machine gunners with a smile, saying, "Can I borrow a light?"

Another woman climbed onto the roof of a cargo truck via the stairs, looking bored at the distance. Her figure was excellent, with a well-defined curve, which attracted the attention of a man holding a heavy sniper rifle. They quickly started talking and began discussing a topic of mutual interest.

A young male team member walked up the steps and spoke kindly to a woman in her thirties, who wore a "Shengfei" Group silver-edged badge, "You must have come from a long way away. It must have been tough. You must have encountered zombies everywhere you went."

This statement resonated with the woman. She agreed and responded with a few words of sympathy. The man immediately found a key point to continue the conversation.

"From your accent, you must be from the northern provinces?"

"My family used to be from the north. During the founding war, my grandfather was on the Nationalist side. Later, he defected on the battlefield and followed the army to this place."

"Ha! The north can be considered my hometown, but I have no relatives there anymore. However, I really like duck blood vermicelli soup and the small steamed buns from there..."

The atmosphere became very lively.

No one found anything wrong with this—these people were brought back by one of their own, and they had just driven away several trucks full of supplies. Whether men or women, talking to them was interesting. There were cigarettes, laughter, and a sense of happiness that had been absent for a long time.

The team from the north had been on the road for a long time. Apart from fear and vigilance, their nerves had been tense. They were exhausted and their minds were weary. The light-hearted topics made them naturally relax their guard, and some men even invited the pretty women to dinner.

The confidant who had brought Xinyan into the parking lot was also laughing heartily. He did not notice that all the heavy weapons and guard posts had been quietly taken over by these outsiders.

It was not a big deal.

These people were the collaborators that Luo Jingpeng had promised. Although they had guns, they were not as numerous as us.

Moreover, most of them were women.

They might be waiting for Luo Jingpeng to return.

Or, they might be waiting for the formal transfer of the supplies.

They were humans, not zombies.

The cargo trucks were large and always attracted a lot of attention.

When the four trucks drove out of the parking lot, Shi Qiao was standing on the roof of the camp, watching the zombie groups outside the barricades with cold, stern eyes.

He was a tall, fat man.

This physique was a result of overeating during peacetime.

Back then, Shi Qiao enjoyed the Atlantic salmon pizza from "Pizza Hut." The fried chicken and chicken nuggets from "KFC" were usually his snacks. Along with cola, beer, and ice cream, his belly grew larger and his body became unusually large.

The military training intensity of the "Shengfei" Group was not high. Despite this, the fat on Shi Qiao's body was rapidly reduced. However, overeating quickly replenished the loss. Over time, a significant portion of the compressed fat was converted into muscle, making him look fat but much stronger than an average person.

Shi Qiao was a squad leader.

When the four cargo trucks drove onto the ring road, he happened to turn around and, using a telescope, saw what was happening in the distant parking lot.

Shi Qiao was surprised and felt that something was not quite right.

Supplies were the foundation of the team's stability and survival.

Three cargo trucks and one oil tanker, why were they leaving? Where were they going?

Lin Zhou was the highest leader of this team. He was kidnapped by a group of unidentified people last night.

Luo Jingpeng had taken hundreds of people out early this morning and had not returned yet.

Under normal circumstances, in the absence of the chief and deputy leaders, the daily affairs of the entire team should be handled by another woman—before the virus outbreak, she was a regional manager of the "Shengfei" Group, loyal to Lin Feihu, and a high-level manager who was not a relative.

She was in her forties and was very dedicated to the camp's security. This morning, she was leading a few guards to inspect the barricades, looking for potential weak points that the zombies might break through. When she reached the south street, she accidentally stepped into a gap in the barricade and fell, being torn apart by the flood of zombies.

Now, including Shi Qiao, there were only three squad leaders left in the camp. Due to the importance of the vehicles and supplies, two of them were responsible for guarding the parking lot, while Shi Qiao stayed to oversee the progress of the camp's construction.

Shi Qiao did not understand—why would a group of women walk into the parking lot? And take away four vehicles?

He instinctively felt that something was wrong.

According to Su Hao's plan—Xinyan should lead the team members into the parking lot to control the guard posts, providing convenience for Cao Rui's team to attack the parking lot.

When leaving the small bank building, Su Hao deliberately asked Luo Jingpeng to send a few subordinates to lead Xinyan and her team to receive the supplies first. Then, he would lead Luo Jingpeng's main force to Cao Rui's camp.

Su Hao's goal was large—he wanted to take over all the personnel and supplies sent by the "Shengfei" Group.

This was not impossible.

Last night, Su Hao had left a few sentries near the parking lot. Through electronic communication, the number of people and the weapons and equipment of the other side were already clear.

With the strength Su Hao possessed, occupying the parking lot was not difficult.

The previous battles with the other two advance teams of the "Shengfei" Group had already familiarized his people with the battlefield operations. They had some experience and their combat capabilities were not inferior to regular troops.

But Su Hao did not want to launch a strong attack.

Because, this would trigger a series of unpredictable variables.

In extremely dangerous situations, humans often make some crazy actions.

For example: driving heavy trucks recklessly, detonating ammunition, or even setting fire to fuel-laden transport vehicles, destroying everything.

All of these were important resources that Su Hao could not produce.

He did not dare to take this risk and had to act cautiously.

When the confidant led the team into the parking lot, the guards would become lax, thinking they were their own people.

Xinyan's team, mostly young and beautiful women, would easily win the favor of the guards. Through conversation, offering cigarettes and candies, the guards' vigilance would be reduced to the lowest level.

At that point, Xinyan and her team would suddenly act, controlling heavy weapons like machine guns, and then signal the Cao Rui team waiting outside to launch a surprise attack... This was the detailed plan.

Shi Qiao's appearance subtly affected the entire plan.

Xinyan was wearing a thin, high-necked sweater. Below her snow-white neck, her firm chest pushed the fabric up, highlighting her well-defined figure. Her legs, wrapped in fluffy socks, were straight and long, and her light brown shorts made her buttocks look cute and firm. Her legs, slender and even, were encased in high, matte boots.

When Shi Qiao and a few others walked into the parking lot, she was just gathering her long hair into a bun, revealing her smooth forehead. The upward stretch of her arms made her chest even fuller.

Shi Qiao, over 1.9 meters tall, looked down from above, and Xinyan's figure had a special charm. He could not help but twitch his eyes, feeling a desire to grab her slim waist and ravage her.

The damned virus had destroyed too many beautiful things in this world.

Among the refugees gathered from other cities, there were many young and beautiful women. They lived in constant fear, always busy with food and survival, and had no time or energy to dress up or choose clothes. Many were malnourished, and their natural beauty had turned into a yellow, thin appearance, making them look like living skeletons. Even looking at them made one feel nauseous.

Raping such women would probably cause nightmares.

Shi Qiao stared at Xinyan without restraint, his eyes becoming increasingly intense.

In peacetime, he enjoyed the heavily made-up women in nightclubs. Lin Feihu treated his trusted subordinates well, always selecting some attractive women from the gathered refugees as rewards.

However, none of those women could compare to the one in front of him.

Shi Qiao walked directly to Xinyan, staring at her high chest like a hungry dog, and asked with a grin, "Girl, who are you?" Xinyan was somewhat surprised. She frowned, looked at Shi Qiao and his subordinates, and calmly said, "I came to receive the supplies. Is there a problem?"

Luo Jingpeng's confidant nodded in agreement beside him.

Shi Qiao was taken aback. He stared at Xinyan with a burning gaze, his eyes like nails, lingering on her chest and thighs. Despite the growing hardness and heat in his lower abdomen, Shi Qiao maintained a basic level of clarity. He took a deep breath and asked suspiciously, "Receive supplies? The vehicles that just drove away?"

Luo Jingpeng's confidant quickly stepped forward and recounted what had happened in the small bank building.

The wind was a bit cold.

It blew away the excess heat in people's minds, making them think more clearly.

The confidant's narration was not long, and the events were clear.

"Military people?"

Shi Qiao was slightly stunned—he had already considered Xinyan as his own, but he had not expected this situation.