Gathering all the documents on the table, Memphis finally slung his backpack over his shoulder, leisurely standing up and heading toward the officer’s quarters. It didn’t take long for him to locate a familiar room, where a vaguely familiar maid stood outside.After a moment’s lapse, unable to remember her name, Memphis decided to forgo introductions and asked directly,"Is Amanda inside?"The maid dutifully bowed and softly replied,"The leader, Miss Amanda has been waiting."Hearing that, Memphis felt a twinge of guilt. Waiting? It sounded like he was in for an interrogation.This woman always held an incredibly complex attitude toward him. On the one hand, she would constantly seduce him, using allure in an attempt to “claim” him, while on the other, she remained cool and distant, showing no hint of dependency or need. It was as if she held all the power. There were moments when she exposed his thoughts, almost like she could read his mind.Amanda probably understood Memphis better

“Alright. Start refining it from tomorrow. Also, coordinate with Amanda and begin enforcing these protocols, refining them as you go.”Memphis wasn’t too bothered by Sarah’s shortcomings. In truth, her work up to this point had been quite good, it was just that the timeframe was too short, and she hadn’t had much exposure to the actual situation, so there were gaps in establishing the regulations. Now that they had Lakeside Base as a reference, the laws in Hope Town would undoubtedly be tighter and more comprehensive.He tapped her on the head just to assert his authority as the leader, to show he wasn’t just a figurehead, that he had his own sources of information and his own perspective, so she and the team wouldn’t dare harbor any thoughts of underestimating or going over his head.In reality, he didn’t know squat about any of this, or just the basics at best, nodding along to let things slide, signing whatever was put in front of him.He was indeed clueless, but under no circumsta

After finishing his personal care routine and stepping outside, he wasn’t surprised to find that the two maids had already returned. One was sorting through work documents, and the other was busy cooking in the kitchen. Wasn’t this the kind of life worth dreaming about, worth defending and preserving? Memphis polished off four bowls of beef stew noodles, a large pizza, three cans of canned lychees for dessert, and half a liter of fresh milk, finally satisfying his appetite. After putting on his combat gear, his 19th workday officially began. First, he conducted an inspection of the close-combat training, shooting practice, movement and stealth training, offensive and defensive drills, tactics to separate and lure zombies. Barricade tactics, armo

Despite this favorable start, Lazarus, observing closely, frowned and seized the loudspeaker, yelling:“Stay focused! Reconfirm with your partners within your assigned areas, attack the right targets! Move forward step-by-step as I instructed!”His proposal was for each team of three Superhumans to have one Superhuman assigned to scout the incoming zombies. These scouts would designate targets for those beside them, ensuring that each team member attacked different targets, preventing any single zombie from enduring multiple strikes simultaneously.A first-level fire blade skill, when maximally enhanced with four rounds, would release four separate blades of fire, meaning four zombies should be eliminated. Not to mention second-level and third-level skills—more zombies needed to be taken down with each strike. Across the 105 Superhumans in the army with ranged attack skills, at least 600 zombies should be killed in one assault. But only 300 were downed—efficiency was too low.That’s w

Memphis rubbed his nose thoughtfully, casting a sinister gaze at a level 1 zombie nearby, feeling a surge of boundless malice. “Dominance Aura!” This was a semi-passive tier-four skill that had dropped from the M2 level 28 zombie at Sunny Hills, activating without consuming any resources. With high enough level, base intelligence, and a significant disparity with the target, the aura’s intimidation power intensified. The level 1 zombie, upon catching Memphis’s malicious gaze, froze in place. Dark blood began to drip from its decayed eyes as its features twisted grotesquely. Once crawling leisurely down the road, it now collapsed in terr