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Time passed swiftly, and a week had gone by in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone struggling to adapt.
On the land within Ruiguan, the refugees gradually transformed into peripheral members of the Firestorm Team. They joined this community of shared interests for their food and survival, hunting Zombies and exploring anything usable to exchange for sustenance. Even computers, which had once been ignored, could now be traded for a pound of white rice—something they usually couldn’t afford to eat.
As a result, more people crossed into Ruiguan, searching for items they could trade for food.
The situation in the Howling Wind Gathering Place was slowly relayed back; it had turned into a desolate wasteland. The Big Shots of the Inner City had lost their necessary military power and were now recruiting followers with their stored food. Zhang Xiao's City Guard had dwindled to just over five thousand men, most of whom were injured. After sacrificing tens of thousands of lives, they finally took down a Third-Stage Zombie, leaving blood on the ground that flowed like streams. Moreover, thousands of civilians were inexplicably tainted with Zombie blood, mutating into grotesque creatures covered in decay.
“Captain, we’ve gradually gathered information about the situation in the resort. We’ve discovered that there are two Third-Stage Zombies inside. It seems that someone may have lived there before, as we found a large number of unidentified Zombies,” the Left Guard reported while checking his notebook, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He shivered involuntarily.
Those were Third-Stage Zombies—one could wreak havoc in the Howling Wind Gathering Place and send thousands to their doom. Now there were two at the resort; it felt like an insurmountable mountain that rendered all their previous plans futile.
Outside the General's Office, traffic was bustling with bicycles and hybrid vehicles coming and going. The hybrid cars had become the best means of transportation, while diesel vehicles lay dormant.
The terror of the Third-Stage Zombies unsettled them, but reality forced them to prepare for future battles. A dozen crossbows had been manufactured under the guidance of a carpenter among the refugees who had come with Zheng Yifan.
The crossbows looked imposing, but according to the Left Guard's estimates, their bolts would only inflict negligible damage on a Third-Stage Zombie.
Recalling the earlier confrontation with a Third-Stage Zombie sent chills down the spines of those who had experienced it firsthand.
“Leave the Third-Stage Zombie matter to me; you all focus on ensuring your safety and clearing out other Zombies,” Zheng Yifan said, rubbing his chest thoughtfully. Inside his Storage Space lay twelve thousand Zombie Crystal s quietly resting, combined with those used previously totaling twenty thousand.
This was merely what he had collected so far; in the Howling Wind Gathering Place, the circulating Zombie Crystal s amounted to around a million, while everything else consisted of items and preliminary Currency.
Others looked at Zheng Yifan in astonishment; they didn’t know where his confidence came from but felt a mix of fear and apprehension for themselves.
After all, these were Second-Level Zombies—one brush against them could mean death—but everyone nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Even if it costs me my life, I will complete the mission," Zuo Wei said as he stood and bowed, his determination unwavering. He had already made up his mind; as long as Zheng Yifan could ensure the safety of Han Rui and her daughter, as well as his brothers, then dying would be worth it.
Zheng Yifan was at a loss for words.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Since I'm asking you to clear out the other Zombies, I will prepare all the weapons and equipment you need to ensure your safety," Zheng Yifan said, pointing to the location of the Training Ground and Weapon Cache.
That was the original Training Ground of the General's Office, which had now become Zheng Yifan's exclusive Weapon Cache. No one, not even the core members of the Firestorm Team, knew what was stored in the building next to the Training Ground.
But looking at Zheng Yifan's expression, it was clear that whatever was inside was extraordinary.
Zheng Yifan shook his head helplessly. To be honest, he wasn't the kind of leader who could calmly decide someone else's life or death with a single word. At most, he was just a lucky citizen. Faced with death, he felt fear too; he couldn't bear to see those who followed him lose their lives at any moment. He cherished them like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
For that reason, he was willing to work a little harder and stay busy to ensure the safety of those who believed in him.
Han Rui watched him with a warm smile. She had seen many decisive political figures, but someone like Zheng Yifan, who was genuinely kind-hearted, had become a rare find.
"Alright, alright, stop looking at me. Feel free to choose any weapons and equipment from inside the Training Ground; consider this a free supply for everyone. In the future, if you want to exchange or upgrade for better Fellows, you'll need to trade something in return based on Zombie Crystal s," Zheng Yifan explained patiently as he led thirty or so core members to the Training Ground.
Meanwhile, other outer members—those refugees who had decided to follow Zheng Yifan at the first opportunity—would also receive their first batch of weapons. For them, these weapons were like divine tools.
Long spears were casually placed on weapon racks like trash, while round shields gleamed with a cold light.
These were standard equipment for the outer members of Firestorm Team; in Howling Wind Gathering Place, only core leaders could use such gear.
Now everyone received a set, and even each spear was wrapped with transparent tape holding pairs of anti-slip gloves.
Of course, these weren't free for them; they were on credit. Each person had a record, and only after gathering twenty Zombie Crystal s would this equipment belong to them personally.
However, Zheng Yifan clearly underestimated the importance that those struggling in the apocalypse placed on weapons. Even a gun head made in a regular workshop paired with subpar steel pipes was cherished by them.
In this country, the regulation of knives was evidently thorough, to the point where even kitchen knives were almost classified as controlled weapons.
As a result, there were no weapons available in the homes of ordinary people to kill Zombies, leading to significant casualties when the apocalypse struck.
Now, these items were essential for survival. A group of three to five people could deal with a Zombie; two would hold up a Tower Shield to block attacks while the others shot at the head, easily taking down the Zombies.
With numbers on their side, the refugees adapted better. The only thing they feared was the overwhelming number of Zombies in this area.
The sheer quantity of Low-Level Zombies seemed to trap them here; their footprints covered the mountains and fields like an endless swarm. After a week of clearing, they had only managed to tidy up along the highway; other areas remained untouched. Fortunately, these Zombies were scattered rather than grouped together, allowing the refugees to gradually pick them off.
Of course, what attracted them were the Zombie Crystal s and various treasures like Gold and Silver Jewelry, Designer Jewelry, and Watches found on the Zombies.
The Zombies allowed them to slowly pick away at their numbers, and everyone felt quite pleased. If they could eliminate Zombies at minimal cost, why not?
Meanwhile, the core members of Firestorm Team gathered in the Training Ground warehouse, staring in awe at the weapons displayed on the racks within the Weapon Cache. They were even more astonished than when they first saw the Firefighting Equipment.
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