At this point, even if Memphis were given dozens of skill books, hundreds of guns, and thousands of rounds of ammunition, he wouldn’t be able to utilize them all. Even after learning the skills, he wouldn't have enough potential points to use them. When he picked up a gun, he could barely hit a target. As for the 12.7mm heavy machine guns and RPG-7 anti-tank launchers, he had never even touched them before, leaving them to gather dust. He couldn’t even drive a car, let alone an armored vehicle.Not to mention, if you gave him 10 mutated chili peppers, he wouldn’t know what to do with them either. There was no time to care for them, nor to drag zombie corpses back to feed them.In short, while he had become considerably strong, surviving the apocalypse alone was out of the question. Achieving his goals without relying on others was impossible. This was no longer just a mission; it was a necessary progression.Setting the issue aside, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a level

Memphis didn’t respond, only thinking to her.'Big chest, scaredy-cat. Worry about yourself.'With that thought, he turned and jumped out the window, moving swiftly through the buildings, passing through the second and first defense lines, and approaching the outskirts of the zombie horde.Watching Memphis’s retreating figure, Wallflower’s face flushed with anger, and she had an urge to raise her gun and shoot a few rounds at him.“Damn scoundrel.”Memphis crossed the first defense line, now only about 700 meters away from the zombie horde. This meant that in just over an hour, the battle would officially begin.He snapped his fingers, and a 2.5-meter-tall ice zombie slowly formed and then started lumbering off into the distance. Memphis followed, steadily advancing toward the zombie horde.The plan was simple: cause some disruption and apply pressure, not to fully engage in battle. Creating a few ice zombies to distract and appear weaker was enough. As for how many zombies they could

More than a minute later, Wallflower slowly asked:"What do you want?"Memphis smiled slightly and replied:"I want to borrow this equipment from you for a day."Wallflower immediately nodded in agreement:"Fine, you can borrow it."So straightforward.When two smart people talk, it’s always that easy.Memphis stepped forward and took the cloak from Wallflower's hand, and immediately, a mechanical voice devoid of any emotion echoed in his mind."Ding! Level 4 Protective Cloak. Attributes: +3 to all stats. Enhancement Skill: Shield. When taking damage exceeding 30 points of defense, automatically increases defense by 45 points for 60 seconds. Cooldown: 8 hours per charge. Maximum accumulation of 3 charges. The equipment is immune to dirt and can transform into any appearance.""So... powerful..."Memphis couldn’t help but mutter in amazement.This piece of equipment was essentially a true turtle shell. Jarred’s third-tier skill, Transmutation Of The Hermit, after three rounds of enhanc

Using a laser pointer, he indicated the largest map on the long table and said:"The zombie horde is approaching the first defense line. On Sapphire Avenue, they are only 192 meters away; on Sunset Boulevard and Whispering, they are over 200 meters away.""The total number of zombies on Sapphire Avenue is 10,038. Of these, over 9,000 are regular zombies, nearly 1,000 are large-handed zombies at levels 8 and 9, along with 42 evolved zombies. The most notable are two F2-type speed zombies at levels 21 and 20, and two P2-type strength zombies at levels 22 and 20. Below them, there are 13 speed zombies above level 15, 11 strength zombies above level 15. The remaining zombies are below level 15. The defensive types include four zombies at levels 18, 17, 19, and 20...""On Sunset Boulevard, the total number of zombies is similar, but the concentration of high-level zombies is highest here, as expected of the main enemy force. There’s one P2-type strength zombie at level 25, another at level

After allowing everyone to digest the information, Memphis gently waved his hand and said:"Go prepare. In half an hour, we'll set off!""Understood!"Watching the line of squad leaders leave to convey the information to their squads and supervise, Memphis finally exhaled a tired sigh, raising his hands to rub his temples to ease the headache.Being the leader is never easy. Observing people, using people, managing people, manipulating hearts, balancing interests, showing punishment, offering benefits... It’s not just about wanting it; it requires considering many factors, combining kindness and power, and even a slight difference can lead to drastically different outcomes.People are not machines. Managing a machine is hard enough; managing a team with members ranging from cunning to foolish is ten thousand times harder. Moreover, his team included loyal members, hesitant ones, and even those directly on the opposite side—there were all kinds.Perhaps being a crime boss like Cormac i