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The shell casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound, while the air was filled with the sounds of battle. Excited warriors shouted loudly, unafraid of revealing their positions, for the zombies below would not target them based on sound. As long as they could kill the zombies, they could howl to their hearts' content.
The thrill of battle ignited completely, and even Zheng Yifan felt a surge of eagerness. However, he knew that if he intervened, the fight would become too easy. If thousands of Avatars of the Believers appeared, clearing out millions of First-Level Zombies would be as simple as using one hand to grasp the other.
But the warriors below had never experienced such feelings. It was during World War II that humanity truly grasped the destructive power of Machine Guns and applied them along various defensive lines.
In reality, even though they were slaughtering their opponents, those opponents could dodge bullets and scatter their formations, which was completely different from the zombies. The zombies would mindlessly charge forward. Initially, they never thought they could hold this position; with a hundred shooting points, each person would need to kill tens of thousands of zombies to achieve such a remarkable feat—something they had never even dreamed of. Yet now, they had achieved it. The firing rate of their bullets reached its peak, with nearly every shot hitting its target. As long as the bullets didn't miss, it felt like dark clouds were pressing down as they sprayed bullets with closed eyes, hitting large swathes of zombies. However, to maintain an even firing force and cover area with Thermal Power, everyone had to have their own role, creating an overlapping Fire Net that instilled fear in their enemies.
It was as if scissors were cutting through the battlefield, leaving only green Zombie Fluid on the ground, seemingly sensing the aura of war. Everyone was exerting their utmost strength.
Those who lured the zombies and those who broke through were all dead; it seemed that only Zheng Yifan managed to escape. No one else survived—not because Zheng Yifan didn't want to save them, but because he simply had no reason to do so. It was better to quickly implement his plans than to make a big fuss over this matter. Even clearing out the zombies in front of them was crucial; although Paris was the capital of France, its population wasn't overly dense. A million zombies were already a total number overflowing from their ranks; other zombies must be scattered throughout the city. To take Paris would take time and effort that wouldn't be worth it; for now, it was merely a training exercise—a drill against zombies.
In fact, they felt incredible; it was a simple massacre—killing those mindless zombies and sending them to hell to reunite with their families.
Mercenaries lived life with their heads metaphorically hanging from their belts. Moreover, now that they had entered Hope Group, they needed a stepping stone for advancement. The apocalypse arriving was not a bad thing for them; rather, it was beneficial. Their value increased exponentially in an instant; from now on, no one wanted to rush to leave Hope Group or Apocalypse Security Company.
All signs indicated that this company was currently very powerful. Moreover, key personnel in the company had consumed a strange potion—something only those who excelled in training camps could enjoy. They were not qualified for such privileges.
It was said that everyone who had taken the potion survived—whether old or young—and became stronger physically. The talents cultivated by the company would leave them far behind; thus, they needed to obtain resources from the company.
Moreover, they had tried out the company's new weapons against millions of zombies. Before them lay a vast expanse of black dots representing zombies; yet now? In less than no time at all, everything was cleared away. By the end, there were clearly not enough zombies left to fight against; in areas that had been thoroughly cleared out, mercenaries awaited the arrival of more zombies.
Eventually, they even stopped spraying bullets indiscriminately and instead played a game of precision shooting—seeing who could string together more kills like skewered candied fruit on a stick.
It was a game of shooting with the Machine Gun, seeing who could take down the most Zombies with a single shot. There was one unfortunate Fellow who managed to eliminate seven Zombies in one shot, earning the title of "Headshot King."
Zheng Yifan watched the battle with lingering interest, wishing he could also experience the thrill of using the Machine Gun. Unfortunately, he held back in the end; it was too easy for him, so simple that he couldn't truly savor the feeling.
He feared that he would only have the chance to showcase his skills in a necessary battle, while such an effortless fight should be manageable for his subordinates.
Night fell, and the moon was no longer as bright as it used to be. Yet people still appreciated its presence. Although its light was dim, it wasn't particularly bright either; it felt as if it were shrouded in haze. However, the air on the ground had indeed evolved.
In the night at Ladidia Manor, Zheng Yifan officially began a meeting with Berry and others to discuss their next steps.
Zheng Yifan pointed at the Electronic Map before him, examining the data of Hope Group.
The number of Combatants in Hope Group had reached fifty thousand, with hundreds of thousands of employees spread across the globe. Many were new hires, but that didn't mean they were disloyal; they could see the potential of Hope Group and were putting in ten percent more effort to elevate themselves.
Now that the apocalypse had arrived, it was Hope Group's strength that truly delighted them. The once world-renowned software and hardware companies had been eliminated; Computers were no longer the primary support moving forward.
Ammunition had become the most scarce resource in the world. Unfortunately, places capable of producing Ammunition were also disaster zones—factories where workers might have better physical qualities but were often older experts. Many had already turned into Zombies. In Factory Areas, disasters were inevitable, especially with certain flammable and explosive materials. Since Zombies lacked any semblance of intelligence, they had triggered numerous explosions.
Even what little remained was taken over by the surviving troops, but they faced even more headaches after assuming control.
Having equipment doesn't guarantee products; without raw materials, even the best equipment is useless.
Zheng Yifan didn't have this worry because he had secured countless Weapon Caches.
Those countries had no worries, for they possessed their own Weapon Cache, yet they were destined for misfortune. Even with a Weapon Cache, they lacked clear pathways.
Zheng Yifan stood before the Electronic Map, already formulating a plan in his mind. He lightly tapped the touchscreen and said, "This is it; our target is all of Australia!" (To be continued...)
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