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Looking at the large trench carved into the ground by the aircraft, the shattered soil was scattered on both sides, extending all the way to the central part that had already lost its Glass Ball. The front of the aircraft was completely buried, having plunged deep into the earth.
Avoiding the area with the most Zombies, Zheng Yifan could easily dispatch them with a gentle shake of his Silver Spear. His left hand was already equipped with an Adamantium Shield; he was not alone in this fight, and it was impossible to keep all his weapons in Storage Space for immediate use.
Zheng Yifan carried the girl to the side of the almost buried Glass Ball. The hatch of the Glass Ball was open, and a chubby man, drenched in sweat that glistened like oil, wiped his face. His pilot's glasses were clearly crushed, and he shook them vigorously before stumbling out. He stood there, dizzy and swaying for several moments until his pupils finally focused on Zheng Yifan, prompting him to ask his first question.
"Where am I?"
Zheng Yifan had no idea what this person was doing, but his sense of smell detected a strong odor of alcohol emanating from him. He didn't know what penalties existed for drunk driving in this world before the apocalypse, but he firmly believed that no sober pilot would dare to fly an aircraft of unknown origin.
Unfortunately, he had one right in front of him—a chubby man standing about five foot seven and weighing over two hundred pounds.
"Who knows where this is? But you'd better tell me your name, your intentions, and what that thing is!" Zheng Yifan asked the question that had been on his mind.
The chubby man leaned against his Glass Ball, looking thoroughly intoxicated. He let out a long belch.
"My name is Ten Thousand Steps; I'm a scientist. What's your name, brother?"
Ten Thousand Steps still appeared dazed and confused, leaning against something to avoid falling over.
At seven years old, Ten Thousand Steps had neglected his appearance; combined with his overweight physique, he looked like a ball at first glance—definitely appearing to be in his thirties.
Zheng Yifan had undergone several evolutions, and his genes were nearing perfection. If he walked down the street in the real world, he would undoubtedly be called a tall handsome guy. With his striking looks, he was practically a weapon that increased his chances of attracting women by ten thousand percent.
As long as they weren't completely uninterested in men, any woman who saw Zheng Yifan would likely feel an attraction; what happened next was anyone's guess.
In this light, Zheng Yifan looked like just a twenty-something young man, giving Ten Thousand Steps enough confidence to refer to himself as "big brother."
Zheng Yifan glanced at Ten Thousand Steps, who was still intoxicated. He pulled out his Silver Spear and thrust it through Ten Thousand Steps' Glass Ball, retrieving a shard of it for closer inspection. Ten Thousand Steps watched in astonishment as Zheng Yifan performed these actions, nearly drooling in surprise.
Examining the shard of Glass Ball in his hand made Zheng Yifan even more intrigued by Ten Thousand Steps. The fragment was made from a material unknown to him; its hardness was impressive—only the sharpness of the Silver Spear could pierce it. Moreover, this attack had broken through its surface with precision.
If it weren't for the sharp attacks, it would have wasted quite a bit of time. Once again, Zheng Yifan found himself intrigued by this Fellow. Scientists and technology had become relics of the past in the Apocalyptic World, and no one remembered the brilliance they once brought to human society.
Science was the driving force behind human development. The Fellow before him had begun to connect Superpower Technology with the science of the Post-Apocalypse, slowly evolving it.
Right now, it was just this bizarre aircraft, but in the future, it might be possible to reactivate fighter jets from the Post-Apocalypse and even utilize more weapons.
If explosives and missiles couldn't be used, solid shells could still possess tremendous lethality. Without explosive power, high-speed rotation and increased force could make solid armor-piercing rounds easily capable of taking down Zombies.
Looking back at the Wreckage, it had been completely dismantled. Even a two-year-old child would know that it was entirely scrapped without needing Zheng Yifan's input.
With a loud crash, Zheng Yifan smashed a Glass Ball fragment onto the ground, startling Wan Bu Xin. Then, Zheng Yifan calmly introduced himself and made his request.
"You can call me Leader or Brother Zheng. I've taken a liking to you; come join me!"
Ten Thousand Steps was still trying to process everything, pondering whether this Leader was truly a leader or if that nickname simply meant leader.
"Hey!" The Huang Brothers were already entangling their hair around Ten Thousand Steps' plump body, with thousands of strands subtly wrapping around his throat.
"What's wrong? Unwilling?"
Zheng Yifan asked nonchalantly, his eyes narrowing slightly as a glint of cold light flickered within them. If this scientist couldn't be used for his own purposes, he would have to eliminate him to prevent future troubles. Otherwise, if someone else took him under their wing, he would undoubtedly develop Superpower Technology into something formidable.
The chilling glare made Ten Thousand Steps shiver all over. He jumped up, completely shaking off his drunkenness, and nodded eagerly. "Leader! I'll follow you from now on; please take care of me."
The group of four became five. The Huang Brothers turned into the girls' dedicated white knights as Zheng Yifan watched them laboriously carry the girls, fearing they might shake them apart.
Ten Thousand Steps didn't know their exact location, but he had a rough idea of where they were. He even pointed out the war memorial where he had secretly hidden and mentioned his Superpower.
Engravers were Superpowered Individuals like Formation Masters. Zheng Yifan's Hope Gathering Place 1 Superpower Weapon Factory housed quite a few Engravers.
However, few could utilize Engravers to such an extent because Ten Thousand Steps was actually a third-level Engraver. Coupled with his dual doctorate in Aerodynamics and Mechanical Manufacturing from the Post-Apocalypse, he thrived in this environment.
Ten Thousand Steps had a somewhat eccentric and wild personality; he appeared honest when observed. But there were moments when scientific inspiration would suddenly burst forth from him. During those times, he would almost recklessly jot down his ideas anywhere he could. If there was no paper available, he would use a voice recorder; if that wasn't available either, he could even capture his thoughts with a camera.
Even in the worst situations, he could recite it all by heart, knowing that once he had the right conditions, he would naturally record it down.
Ten Thousand Steps, nicknamed Mad Bull, was a senior consultant at a company in the Post-Apocalypse era. He enjoyed drinking and would always get thoroughly drunk every time he did. In his words, while others like Li Taibai could compose hundreds of poems while drinking, he only found inspiration for creation when he was intoxicated. For over twenty years, he had only been in love once; that brief romance ended quickly, lasting less than two months.
After being kicked out, he came to this city to clear his mind. When the apocalypse struck, he took refuge alone in a museum.
At the onset of the apocalypse, the War Museum was under renovation, and there were hardly any Zombies around. Once the doors were shut, he managed to avoid the most dangerous initial period.
Afterward, he used the weapons inside the War Museum to transfer all the supplies from a nearby wholesale station that delivered various snacks to supermarkets into the museum.
The museum was surrounded by solid walls, and its only weak point—the massive copper-clad door—was designed to reflect a sense of historical weight. It was definitely not easy to damage; even Zombies could not get in.
The only crisis he faced was when a few mutated Pet Dogs wandered past the entrance. They glanced at the museum and casually smashed half of a stone lion outside.
Inside the museum, Ten Thousand Steps lived carefree, enjoying a life free from worries about food and clothing. However, life became too mundane; without pursuits, his mind began to wander. Gradually, he started studying his surroundings and delving into the science and technology of the Post-Apocalypse.
Until one day, his luck changed dramatically when a package was thrown through one of the museum's windows. Inside it was Essence Fruit, which unexpectedly turned him into a Superpowered Individual.
With his newfound Superpower, he began wreaking havoc on the items within the museum.
He started with an ancient World War I fighter plane—one without cannons where pilots could only fire at each other with handguns.
He modified planes from as far back as fifty or sixty years ago; those relics had become scrap metal. He managed to piece together one aircraft that could fly and used its weapons to lure some Zombies in order to obtain Zombie Crystal s for energy supply.
However, he never anticipated so many problems would arise—especially concerning energy. According to his calculations, the energy within Zombie Crystal s should last over eight hours. Yet when he actually used them, they proved to be incredibly disappointing; he couldn't even stay airborne for half an hour before crashing down.
At that moment, he thought of his precious plane and felt a pang of sorrow as he looked at its wreckage.
That had been months of hard work for him—not to mention it was meant for his survival—constantly reinforced Glass Balls now reduced to fragments.
Once shattered, they could never be used again. Originally an exhibit in the museum, it had taken countless modifications just for him to make use of it.
But what about now? With one shot, everything was gone. Thinking about it made him feel quite aggrieved.
Recalling his reckless actions today, it was clear that the scientist's stubbornness had flared up again, directly linked to his own madness. He couldn't suppress his loneliness any longer and downed the last two bottles of Fifty-Two Degree Baijiu before starting the engine and taking off.
However, he forgot that his aircraft was barely pieced together, with connections that were far from complete. Even worse, the engine was nothing more than a half-finished product, hardly a success.
When he started the engine, the makeshift aircraft shot out like a monkey on the run, tracing countless arcs in mid-air before making an emergency landing.
Fortunately, he had prepared a Glass Ball for emergencies, which he referred to as his last escape system.
The entire Glass Ball would behave like a bouncy ball upon encountering rapid impact, increasing resistance to reduce the risk of injury.
Before the apocalypse, he had almost perfected it; he just needed to apply for a patent.
Now?
Don't joke around; there was no chance to make it again. He had completely exhausted all his materials.
Moreover, he didn't even know where the museum was located, and there was nothing inside worth returning for.
Alright. The real reason was that his lair was completely in the opposite direction of where Zheng Yifan was heading. After being asked a few questions by Zheng Yifan, he decided to abandon that dilapidated museum and follow Zheng Yifan to their territory, where there were more scientists and nearly endless materials.
Upon hearing this, Ten Thousand Steps' first thought was to call it nonsense. How could there be nearly endless materials? He remembered that before the apocalypse, when he entered the laboratory, hundreds of millions had been spent over six months without yielding much result. Now? Some things were simply unavailable in this new world.
Even if he bled himself dry trying, what was gone remained gone.
However, after asking Huang Brothers a few questions, Zheng Yifan changed his mind.
Why return to Hope Gathering Place so early?
Although he would have to go back eventually, he wasn't in such a hurry anymore. The two formidable barriers of Hope Gathering Place significantly weakened the advantages of zombies.
In fact, Zheng Yifan had already realized that Hope Gathering Place needed time to develop; it required time to settle down and digest all the accumulated results within the Gathering Place.
In the Gathering Place, no one has yet been fully utilized. Having experienced the Han Sui City Gathering Place, Zheng Yifan knows that neither Han Rui nor the Left Guard would betray him. Han Rui has inexplicably become his woman, and Zheng Yifan has no reason to doubt his woman. In the Hope Gathering Place, he is the strongest; what man could give Han Rui a sense of security? After all, he rescued her from hell.
Although he was a bit immature at that time.
As for Pu Qiang, there’s no need to mention him. When he was guarding the river, he wished to lead by example. Almost all the higher-ups in the Gathering Place supported him, and he had reached a point of stability.
The complete structure and investments have already peaked, ensuring they would not lack supplies for half a year.
Even if he were absent for half a month or two or three months, it would be absolutely fine.
Not to mention that the zombies south of Ruiguan have been completely eradicated by him; any new zombies would have to come from much farther away. At that distance, the zombies would have long scattered.
Without particularly powerful Zombie Leaders, it is impossible to gather millions of zombies to cross hundreds of miles without feeding, solely to attack other human settlements.
Zombies are the best representatives of living in the moment; they are definitely focused on immediate benefits.
Because all they know is to eat.
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