Chapter 2

After Roger recounted the situation outside, there was a deathly silence in the room, followed by a burst of commotion.

However, due to Roger's presence, the commotion was somewhat suppressed and eventually turned into a murmur among the crowd.

As a穿越者 who understood nothing, Lin Xinghai naturally perked up his ears to eavesdrop on their conversations to gather more information.

Soon, he learned that places like Shelter No. 83, which have numbers, are small shelters with little to no combat capability.

On the other hand, the Star Shield Shelter they were heading to, which has a name, is a medium-sized shelter.

Medium-sized shelters are not only larger but also have more complete internal facilities and even have military units stationed there.

It is precisely because of this that they can monitor the outside world and understand so many things.

However, Lin Xinghai only managed to eavesdrop on this basic information; the rest were just random speculations.

Using the information he had, he began to consider his options.

As Roger had said, they were truly a group of "white pigs" with no combat capability, and they could only be slaughtered at will. He guessed that even at the Star Shield Shelter, things wouldn't be much better.

He was considering whether to accept Roger's invitation to join his mercenary group.

Although Lin Xinghai didn't know what kind of organization a mercenary group was, mercenaries clearly could carry guns. If he accepted the invitation...

Wait, what did the other party say when they first met? They invited him to be cannon fodder?

However, he believed that if he joined the mercenary group, he wouldn't really be used as cannon fodder.

It was his B-level genetic evaluation that attracted the invitation.

But the information he had was still too limited. How much potential did a B-level genetic evaluation have? Were their training methods dangerous? He knew nothing about these things.

"I still need to wait and find a chance to get more information from them," Lin Xinghai silently decided in his heart.

At this moment, the troop transport they were in seemed to start up, accompanied by the sound of the engine and a slight tremor of the vehicle.

At the same time, the thick alloy walls around them opened up with small windows, which were narrow and long, likely to be shooting ports.

Although the shooting ports were narrow, they were sufficient for the people inside to see the outside clearly.

Outside, there were at least 100 troop transports parked.

In addition, there were over 10 special vehicles.

Lin Xinghai squinted to observe. Based on his guess, those were likely armored vehicles, and the fully armed people inside were probably real soldiers.

His gaze continued to move outward. From his angle, he could see the entire Shelter No. 83, which resembled a bird's nest.

Wait, something seemed off... Why was the shelter so empty?

Then his lips couldn't help but twitch. In the distance, large machinery was cutting through the alloy walls of the shelter, and the exposed rock walls were already visible.

No wonder the shelter was so empty; all the facilities had been dismantled, and now even the walls and floors were not spared.

"In the apocalypse, any resource is precious," Roger said suddenly, appearing beside him.

Lin Xinghai was somewhat silent. The outside world seemed even more brutal than he had imagined.

...

However, he didn't have time to dwell on this, as the vehicle starting meant they were about to leave. The troop transports lined up and drove out of the shelter.

A few moments later, it was their turn to pass. As the vehicle moved, the viewing angle changed, and Lin Xinghai finally understood how these people had entered the underground shelter.

They had used large engineering machinery to forcibly create a direct path to the underground.

Yes! It was a road, not a tunnel, because it was too large.

How to describe it?

A six-lane road in both directions!

It was so wide that Lin Xinghai could only marvel at the rapid development of technology.

After just two or three minutes, the vehicle reached the surface.

...

The surface environment could only be described with two words: desolate!

Looking around, all he saw were dilapidated and collapsed buildings, not a single green plant, and no living creatures, not even a clear sky.

Cold wind rushed into the vehicle, and Lin Xinghai felt a chill. This was the Earth after the great disaster?

The others in the vehicle were even worse off; many began to cry, and the hope in their eyes turned to despair.

After the convoy reached the surface, they formed defensive formations and waited for half an hour.

Only when the large engineering machinery brought up the alloy steel did the final work conclude.

The convoy officially set off for the Star Shield Shelter.

...

Roar! Roar! Roar!

After just over 10 minutes of driving, the group faintly heard a roar like that of a wild beast, but it was even more terrifying.

"Could this be the roar of zombies?" Lin Xinghai immediately guessed.

The roars grew closer and louder, seemingly merging into one. If they were indeed zombies, the number must have been over a hundred.

When the roars approached to a certain distance, they were immediately covered by a series of machine gun fire. The gunfire lasted about half a minute, and when it stopped, the roars also disappeared.

"Are they gone?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Yes! They're gone," Roger nodded, a strange smile appearing on his lips. "White pigs, it's time for your first lesson."

"What's the first lesson?" Many people felt uneasy at Roger's strange smile.

However, Roger did not answer. The troop transport continued forward and soon arrived at the place where the firefight had occurred.

Before they could see the situation outside, the vehicle stopped, and the rear door opened.

Not only their vehicle, but all the subsequent troop transports did the same.

Then, one by one, the shelter members were led out.

"Next, I'll take you over there. Each of you must touch those zombies. This is the content of the first lesson," Roger pointed to a pile of bodies not far away.

Zombies didn't look much different from humans; their skin was just a bit pale, and their teeth and nails were abnormally long.

So when the group followed Roger's direction and saw the blood-soaked bodies, many of them vomited on the spot.

Especially the women, who vomited profusely and, after vomiting, turned pale and retreated, not wanting to look in that direction again.

"Everyone, line up and touch the zombies. Otherwise, hey! You'll stay here and keep these bodies company!" Roger's voice rang out again, and at that moment, many felt it was the whisper of a demon.

Lin Xinghai's face was also grim, but he knew that he was the meat on the chopping block. So he obediently lined up and followed the group to the nearest body.

The body was relatively intact, with only a small hole on the forehead, likely from a bullet that had pierced the brain.

What puzzled him was the wound on the back of the zombie's head.

He noticed that not only the zombie in front of him but all the surrounding zombies had such a wound on the back of their heads.

"Was it a finishing blow? But why cut the back of the head?"

Out of curiosity and to complete the "first lesson," Lin Xinghai reached out and touched the wound.

"Beep! Detected blood energy. Do you want to absorb it?"