After outlining the basic plan and gathering the personnel, the convoy of six vehicles began moving towards Sapphire Boulevard. They then turned onto the S9 side road and continued along the levee.
The S9 road had long been blocked off, and the wide road was free of zombies. Naturally, all the wandering zombies had already been drawn to the center of Renaissance District by M2 level 24.
The convoy ran for about 7 minutes before turning onto a gravel branch road beside rows of tung trees and high-voltage poles. They were getting very close to the river now. After driving for another 3 minutes, they saw a long row of green factories and a dock scattered with moored boats.
In another corner, Michal Reilly flipped open a wooden crate and shouted:"12.7mm bullets! They're 12.7mm bullets!"Memphis grew visibly excited. He quickly stepped over and peered into the crate. Inside were rows of long, brass-colored bullets, cold and gleaming with destructive power.These were powerful weapons, capable of piercing even S2 level 23 armor, withstanding no more than 150 rounds at a time.There were 10,000 bullets here—yes, 10,000 rounds, a literal jackpot of ammunition."Collect everything and transport it outside.""Yes, sir!"At Memphis’ command, the group began hauling the heavy crates of bullets outside. They were all superhumans, with enhanced strength and stamina, easily able to carry two crates at once without issue.In another warehouse, rows of green wooden crates were opened, revealing numerous rifles neatly arranged inside.Jarred, looking at the rifles, let out a groan:"Oh, these are CKC rifles. All of them are CKCs. This old relic has been decommissione
Transporting such a massive amount of ammunition and supplies took time, far more than just an hour. Memphis decided to leave Jarred in charge.He inquired about the progress of the zombie extermination in the three battle zones, exchanged a few important plans, and finally headed back with seven crates of ammunition containing 21,000 rounds, two RPG-2 launchers, and ten PG-2 HEAT rounds.He still had a deal to complete with Cormac and couldn’t afford any delays here.He was even starving by now, having missed lunch.When Memphis returned to Hope, he hopped out in front of the town gate and howled loudly:"Hooooooo..."Five minutes later, a pitch-black dog, as large as a buffalo, with sharp bristles and a bare back, slowly emerged from an alley.Memphis chuckled to himself as he watched. This foolish dog—it had been hiding nearby, but his enhanced sense of smell had already picked up on it. Yet the creature still made a show of arriving slowly, trying to act as if it had come from a g
Seeing Nicky's pale face, Memphis smirked. Handling paranoid types like him was easy—just give them more to worry about. The vial Nicky had just consumed was nothing more than a good healing potion mixed with a bit of mango tea, designed to scare him.If you’re going to use someone, you have to trust them. For others, that might be true, but not for Memphis—he believed in controlling people by grasping their weak points.After ensuring Nicky didn’t vomit, Memphis finally spoke in a grave tone:"Before this evening’s meal, ensure the safety of as many survivors as possible... Alright, I’ll have someone contact you later."
Meanwhile, Wallflower had already climbed back into the car, and Memphis, who preferred the private and secure space, followed her inside, eager to discuss his plans.After locking the doors and rolling up the windows, he suppressed his initial urge to jump into business and instead asked with a concerned look:"Wallflower, did he scare you?"He was, of course, referring to Cormac’s filthy, perverted thoughts.Wallflower’s earlier questions had not been casual conversation. They were designed to provoke thoughts in the leader of Sunny Hills, allowing
Civilian casualties were a tricky issue, and Cormac’s ascent to level 16 and acquiring Fire Seed would also be problematic... Fortunately, he still had a long way to go. Memphis himself still needed 1,000 more experience points to level up, while Cormac needed 4,300—he might not level up until late tonight, or even tomorrow morning.The zombies on the frontlines were too low level, barely enough to even fill the gaps in their teeth.But Memphis had to find a way to take down Cormac within the next eight hours. The longer it took, the more chaos would ensue.After exchanging a few more words, both Wallflower and Memphis stepped out of the car. One o
Watching this, Memphis’s desire to kill Cormac and seize control of Sunny Hills’ resources grew even stronger. He envisioned molding this force into something of his own.Meanwhile, Yosef raised his hand and shouted:"Superhumans, move out!"At his command, 20 long-range superhumans stepped forward and unleashed a barrage of system attacks, raining down destruction on the zombies below.The selected team members this time mainly focused on soft control skills like quagmire, leg-binding, frenzied vines, earth manipulation to lock limbs, and explosive w
Through the binoculars, Memphis stared at the level 18 Explosive Zombie. The zombie, as if sensing his gaze, stopped chewing and looked back at him.Then, using one hand, it reached over its shoulder, gripping a large fleshy growth with its fingers, and with a loud "snap.” tore it off. Thick, slick black blood sprayed out like a fountain. The level 18 Explosive Zombie showed no concern for the pain, lifting the fleshy mass to its mouth and swallowing it whole in one swift motion.Its stomach suddenly bulged as if it were nine months pregnant, and under Memphis' horrified gaze, the zombie opened its massive mouth wide and spewed it out.A dark, misty, bla
Fifteen minutes later, at the H-10 intersection.This place was 600 meters from the battlefield. The main force of Sunny Hills was gathered here for reassurance, inspection, treatment of injuries, and to restore morale.Cormac stood with a grim expression in front of a wooden table, surrounded by several sub-leaders of Sunny Hills, along with people from Hope Town. Everyone’s faces were heavy with concern.Cormac glanced around and asked darkly:"Does anyone have any ideas?"After assessing the battle damage, they had lost a total of 25 combatants, along with 29 guns, one high-mobility jeep, and a significant amount of ammunition. It could be said that a single blow had caused as much damage as three hours of combat.Cormac's question was met with prolonged silence. No one had any suggestions. At this moment, they all desperately wanted to flee. Fighting the zombies seemed pointless now; running away to find refuge elsewhere was the better option.The zombies had evolved to the point