"Have we already cleared such a large area?"
Gu Hang looked at the map Lin Fan had brought out. The circles and marks represented the cleared areas. He knew Lin Fan had been going out to clear zombies.
He had never asked much about it.
Now, seeing the points marked on the map, he was truly shocked.
For Lin Fan, seeing the clearance area expanding every day brought such a sense of satisfaction, it felt incredibly good.
Gu Hang was silent, then he quietly observed Lin Fan.
"You really plan to clean up all the zombies in Huang City, huh?"
"Of course, I’ve said so before."
"It must be tiring, right?"
"Not at all, it’s just like going to work. Start on time, finish on time. As a former wage worker, I got used to this long ago."
Alright, that reason is indeed acceptable.
Lin Fan’s ears twitched slightly as he heard the sound of the satellite phone.
"Hang, I’ve got something to take care of."
After saying this, he took the map and went back inside his house.
The satellite phone there was ringing.
A friendly greeting, the standard procedure for answering calls.
Professor Xia’s excited voice came from the other end of the phone, a victory for humanity against the apocalypse. Though this success was still far from a true victory, the distance to it was slowly shrinking.
"That’s great to hear; I knew Professor Xia had what it takes," Lin Fan said, genuinely happy.
Professor Xia laid out the details of their research to Lin Fan. The technical jargon was confusing for Lin Fan, like decoding an enigma.
However, Lin Fan still maintained his composure, pretending to understand and nodding as if everything made sense.
Understanding wasn’t important; what mattered was feeling the joy that this news brought.
Professor Xia sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for your help. Without it, we would have been like headless flies, aimlessly crashing around."
"You’re too kind. So, when can we start producing the serum?" Lin Fan asked.
Professor Xia replied gravely, "Production is a bit challenging; our current base doesn’t have the facilities to produce the serum. We need to clear out a pharmaceutical factory and set up a production line."
"Professor Xia, have you considered setting it up in Huang City? I know of a pharmaceutical company, Tenghuang Enterprises, which would be perfect. Plus, they have an underground research base. I encountered people from there a while ago; they were foreign forces that I sent to the police station. The place is now idle, ready for use in serum production."
Lin Fan was quite concerned about Tenghuang Enterprises. The fact that such hostile external forces were hiding in Huang City, luring survivors and using the poor souls as experimental subjects was disturbing.
Fortunately, he had discovered them early on, or who knows how many would have suffered?
"Tenghuang Enterprises? An underground research base?" Professor Xia was surprised. He hadn’t imagined Huang City hid such a facility, "Great, that’s really wonderful news; this means we can start mass production of the serum."
He agreed without a second thought.
With Lin Fan around, what danger could there be? Even if there was, it would be dealt with promptly.
"Alright then, I’ll wait for you in Huang City," Lin Fan responded.
Lin Fan put away the satellite phone, feeling excited. In his view, Professor Xia was truly remarkable. As long as the right path was found, he believed experts could not be wrong.
He went downstairs with an eager heart.
He shared the news with Gu Hang. Gu Hang, learning of the serum’s development, was equally thrilled. To anyone not living with the zombies, this news couldn’t be less invigorating.
Clearing the clouds to see the sun.
Gu Hang clenched his fists and said, "Lin Fan, just like I said, when we have a lead, all problems will be solved. Without the threat of zombies, humanity can thrive as long as we have a safe environment."
Hearing this, Lin Fan just smiled. Some things weren’t as simple as imagined. Gu Hang, as a soldier, should understand the peculiar situation of the zombies in the apocalypse better than anyone. The outbreak wasn’t just caused by a simple virus.
Indeed, who could maintain their sense of self in such conditions? Gu Hang’s mindset was steadier than most, but even he felt the weight of the apocalypse, making him long to bring it to an end and return to an ordinary life.
"Yes, I believe that day will come very soon," Lin Fan said softly.
Gu Hang also smiled. Perhaps since the beginning of the apocalypse, this was one of the very few pieces of good news he had heard.
Lin Fan walked around the shop area, greeting the nearby survivors with friendly nods. At the iron railing, Guan Hao was seated, registering a few survivors. Lin Fan walked over quietly.
He heard Yang Cheng educating the newly arrived survivors.
"You see? None of you believed me. Do I look like a harbinger of doom? I brought you here secretly because I felt you were suitable. Now those guys look at me as if they’ve seen a ghost. But they don’t realize you’re safe now and will be able to live a happy and fulfilling life in the future."
Yang Cheng’s reputation was already well-known among the survivors aboard the Lucky Number.
Most of them were aware of the formidable character named Yang Cheng. Anyone who went out with him would perish, there had been no exceptions from the start to the present. Many people avoided him at all costs, preferring starvation to accompanying Yang Cheng on an excursion.