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"Stop right there! Ten million dollars belongs to me!" As expected, there were always those reckless individuals who cared little for their lives and only for money.
They had experienced the apocalypse for such a short time that they still did not realize that money had lost its significance. What mattered most now was strength.
In the past, money could buy countless firearms. It could be exchanged for anything, and it could even buy formidable power.
A country with immense wealth could expand its military on a large scale and produce vast amounts of ammunition. Even nuclear weapons were manufactured by humans and could be priced.
But now? Forget about nuclear weapons or any large-scale destructive devices; even a simple handgun was no longer purchasable. The currency of all nations had become utterly useless.
Suddenly, a dozen people appeared in front of Zheng Yifan, their eyes filled with mockery as they stared at him.
They were nothing more than a group of fools who had yet to recognize the situation. They didn’t even realize they were on the brink of death. Upon hearing about ten million dollars, they acted like ravenous beasts, caring for nothing but the money.
Wealth intoxicated them and drove them mad; all they knew was that they needed that money—ten million dollars was enough for them to live happily for a lifetime.
As those people saw others trying to rob Zheng Yifan, their eyes turned bloodshot as they rushed forward.
Their appearance was more terrifying than zombies, their bodies stretching out as if they wanted to tear Zheng Yifan apart completely.
They truly seemed insane, instilling great fear in everyone around.
For these people, Zheng Yifan could only think one thing: they were seeking death.
However, in reality, he didn’t even have time to act before those individuals suddenly froze in place, as if time had stopped for them.
They had heard a voice—the voice of the master of this estate.
Or rather, one of the strongest individuals around, a leader—the head of the Apocalypse Security Company.
The man merely made a soft sound. It was like thunder on a clear day, striking fear into everyone’s hearts. In this estate, they possessed the most powerful weaponry and were naturally the strongest gang.
"Everyone, stop!" Just a single command was enough to instill fear in them.
About ten meters away, a man equipped with a full set of gear and holding a Submachine Gun pushed through the crowd. He was about to apologize to the people inside when he suddenly froze, staring at Zheng Yifan in shock, as if completely dumbfounded.
There were others following behind him.
"Hey! Have you taken care of it? The boss instructed us to resolve this quickly. We need to prepare for the upcoming battle; those Zombies outside are almost here, and you still have time to daydream?" A casual voice came from behind.
It was a sniper, and the Sniper Rifle slung across his back was intimidating. He was like the Grim Reaper in the shadows. Although his presence wasn't as deadly at the moment, in reality, they were part of a five-person team that always operated together. The other three were still at a distance, their weapons aimed at everyone.
If anyone dared to cause trouble, it would be dealt with violently.
"Jack, slap me! I think I'm dreaming. I dreamt that our Big Boss came to this place!" The Black man standing in front of Zheng Yifan stared at him, looking completely dazed.
"Stop joking! Our Big Boss is someone who is rarely seen. We only caught a glimpse of him when we were working security for Boss Berry; you must be mistaken!" Jack, who had followed behind, also froze upon seeing Zheng Yifan.
Westerners often struggled to remember Asian faces, so every employee of the Apocalypse Security Company had a photo of Zheng Yifan. It was a commemorative picture taken during a meeting, meant to help everyone recognize their leaders.
This was to prevent any accidental injuries during future missions.
They were part of the Apocalypse Security Company. However, they also carried out assassination missions and even terrorist attacks.
But today, it felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer in their hearts.
No one expected to see the Big Boss.
The young man with immense wealth and power—Big Boss.
"You! ... You are Big Boss!" Jack stammered for a moment but quickly regained his composure; the sniper's mental fortitude was indeed exceptional. After just a brief pause, he looked at Zheng Yifan with eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Big Boss is here! Quickly notify the boss!" Jack shouted frantically towards the back. The Black man pinched his own face in disbelief before suddenly looking at Zheng Yifan with joy and running out like a madman.
Everyone fell silent, as if a Siberian cold wave had swept through, completely petrifying them. The Big Boss of the Apocalypse Security Company, the very same Big Boss rumored to be from the Hope Group, was not the richest person in the world, but the power and assets he commanded were immense.
And now, in this apocalyptic era, aside from the military controlled by various nations, it was those Security Companies that held significant sway. Among them, the Apocalypse Security Company stood out as the most formidable, with tens of thousands of employees and hundreds of thousands of fierce Mercenaries at their disposal, all possessing exceptional combat capabilities.
They were a force capable of influencing global power dynamics in this world ravaged by Zombies; they were among the strongest.
The older generation had perished, leaving behind only the youth. In most countries, except for a few peculiar ones, there were hardly any young people in positions of power. All nations were like scattered sand.
Even those peculiar countries were busy quelling internal Zombie threats and had no time to look beyond their borders.
The Apocalypse Security Company could operate freely; they had no fixed territory—wherever they established a foothold became their domain.
Now, they had appeared in Paris, Europe. Were they planning to claim this territory as their own?
"Calm down. Bring the Management Team that oversees the entire estate to meet me. Everyone prepare for battle; instead of chatting, it’s better to think about the Zombies outside! You have no idea how many there are. I came from outside and counted around a million Zombies," Zheng Yifan's words stirred up a storm.
He didn't care about the numbers because he could handle them himself; he merely wanted to assess his subordinates' capabilities.
However, the wealthy individuals nearby were oblivious to the fact that they were on the brink of inciting chaos. A million Zombies—that was a concept that spelled certain death. There was no possibility of survival. Their panic was futile; Zheng Yifan paid them no mind and followed Jack and his team into the depths of the estate. (To be continued.)
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