Within a ruined city, a team of Science City Superhumans was cleaning up the battlefield.
Surrounding them were accompanying soldiers. They were well-equipped and coordinated seamlessly. Like living tanks, wherever they went, all zombies were crushed into pieces.
Standing at the highest point was a bald, muscular man lighting a cigarette. The loose-fitting combat uniform of Science City on him looked like a tight shirt. His robust muscles were outlined prominently. His name was Zhong Shuo, a Level 6 Superhuman, and the captain of Science City's first team. He was also one of the four Level 6 Superhumans in Science City.
However, he was well aware that they were merely servants of Science City. The real power lay with the "City Lord" who resided in the deepest levels of Science City's headquarters.
Their strength as Level 6 Superhumans was a gift from him. It was like a collar around a dog's neck. What could be given could also be taken away at any moment.
"Boss! All the minor zombies have been cleared, and there are no survivors in this city," A blond man came over, chuckling.
The tall woman beside him said indifferently, "The two survivors you just killed weren't survivors?"
The blond man laughed oddly, "I heard them speaking ill of Science City, so killing them was justified."
The blond man shrugged, "Got it. I'll make sure next time."
Zhong Shuo said calmly, "The mission is complete. Let's take the Zombie Empress and head home."
All the Superhumans responded in unison. In the center of the clearing, there was a huge metal box. The front of the box was transparent. Through the tempered glass, one could see a huge, bloated zombie inside.
It was the Zombie Empress, which had been rampaging through the northern part of Han Country, expanding its territory without restraint. Now, it was restrained in this small box, both angry and fearful. Unaware of what fate was about to befall it.
At that moment, Zhong Shuo's satellite phone rang. He answered the call, hearing the orders from Science City headquarters.
Zhong Shuo's thick eyebrows gradually furrowed.
The tall woman noticed Zhong Shuo's change in expression and asked, "Boss, what's up? Is there a new mission?"
Zhong Shuo nodded, "Old Wang and Xiaomei are dead. Headquarters believes He Shengliang might have gotten help from a cultivator. We need to change our plans and head south immediately to join the second team and intercept the cultivator."
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The blond man perked up, "A cultivator? I've been wanting to meet one! He's just a powerful Superhuman who calls himself an immortal. What a poser."
The tall woman, smoking a slim cigarette, chuckled lightly, "I'd love to see what a cultivator looks like on the dissection table. It must be interesting. But are we really joining forces with the second team to hunt him down... Did headquarters really get that order right? Isn't this a bit of an overreaction? Isn't the second team supposed to be heading west to stop those invasive man-eating vines?"
Zhong Shuo replied calmly, "We don't question headquarters' orders; we just execute them. All units, move out! We're heading south!"
The landscape was barren, with scant vegetation. The nutrients in the soil seemed to have been completely depleted.
A convoy was heading west. This convoy consisted of twenty-five jeeps and five vans, all of which had been modified.
The panels and glass were reinforced, and the fronts of the vehicles were fitted with spikes made from scrap materials, capable of plowing through any zombies foolish enough to charge at them.
In the driver's seat was a skinny man. In the passenger seat, sat a corpulent woman who nearly filled two seats, squeezing the skinny man almost against the car window.
The corpulent woman was Zhao Xia, and the skinny man was Li Wang.
The two were the captain and vice-captain of the second team and were known within Science City as a model couple—not because they never argued or fought, but because their teamwork was flawlessly coordinated.
"There's green up ahead," Li Wang said impatiently.
Zhao Xia, however, was just bent over painting her nails.
Li Wang cursed under his breath, "You moth..."
Zhao Xia slapped Li Wang hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint. "Say it again?"
Li Wang covered his face, "…Honey, you misunderstood. I actually meant your mother makes great pork cutlet rice. Let's go eat together next time?"
Zhao Xia burst into laughter, "Sure! I love pork cutlet rice the most."
Only then did she glance ahead.
Immediately, she noticed a stubbornly growing tendril of tender green amidst the gravel and stones by the roadside. This touch of green in the barren land was surprisingly refreshing.
However, the Superhumans of the second team knew exactly what it was—a man-eating vine. Of course, this was just a stray vine that had spread here by chance.
Zhao Xia casually pointed, and the air condensed into invisible bullets that burst forth.
In an instant, the man-eating vine was riddled with countless invisible air bullets, collapsing to the ground. Green juice flowed everywhere, even staining the barren land green.
Just then, the phone in the car rang suddenly. The ringing was shrill, like a banshee's scream, sharp enough to compel an answer.
Frantically and anxiously, Zhao Xia searched for it. Finally, she found the satellite phone tucked under her own buttocks. She hurriedly answered, listening to headquarters' instructions.
After a moment, her expression darkened. "Turn around immediately and rendezvous with the first team."
Li Wang was taken aback, annoyed. "Turn around? Why? Are the idiots at headquarters out of their minds? We've come this far!"
Another fiery red handprint appeared on his right cheek.
"…A real man can be flexible when needed!"
With Li Wang's command, the entire convoy of the second team turned around to join forces with the first team.
Xiangshan City, Youyan Province
Following the orders from Science City headquarters, the first team was stationed here.
Captain Zhong Shuo surveyed his team members and spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone, listen to my command! Elemental Superhumans, immediately fortify defensive positions based on the terrain. Enhancement Superhumans, prepare long-range consumable ammunition, at least three thousand rounds per person. Combat servants, immediately inspect all types of light and heavy weapons for readiness. There must be no oversight!"
Both the tall woman and the blond man were quite surprised. Was all this pomp really necessary to deal with a so-called cultivator? Those who knew thought they were dealing with one person. Those who didn't might have thought they were facing an entire army.