C21 Pillage!

Han Feng's first stop was the gas station. With the ranks of his summoned soldiers swelling, he had to think ahead—gathering supplies was now a priority.

"Stay alert. Teams One and Two, alternate your advance and remember, no shooting," Han Feng instructed as they reached the gas station.

Inside, the Winter Soldier wielded a fire axe, dispatching several zombies within minutes.

"Team One, come with me into the store. Team Two, secure the entrance," Han Feng directed before stepping inside.

The sparsely stocked shelves told Han Feng that survivors had been there before, taking a significant amount of goods.

"Take all the food and water, and load it into the trunk," he ordered, watching Team One hustle. He then made his way to the counter.

"Jackpot..." Han Feng murmured, spotting the cigarettes behind the counter.

King Fu, Medium, Winter and Summer Grass... Cigarettes Han Feng wouldn't have dared dream of before the apocalypse were now his for the taking.

"Winter Soldier, give me a hand," he called out, moving behind the counter.

Together, they loaded up on cigarettes and alcohol, clearly enjoying the task.

After they emerged from the store, Han Feng topped off three cars and four fuel drums.

He surveyed the vehicles, now laden with goods, and smiled contentedly.

The store had been picked clean, save for a few snacks. The water and food were all secured in the cars—except for the rice and flour.

"Get in, we're heading home," Han Feng announced, then turned and climbed into his vehicle. With a press of the accelerator, he led the way.

His car was closely followed by two off-road vehicles carrying the Red Police soldiers.

"Maintain spacing and stay vigilant," he mentally commanded the two teams.

They would be home in just over ten minutes at this pace.

As he drove, Han Feng pondered the food and water taken by someone else from the gas station's convenience store.

Zombies didn't operate that way; they wouldn't consume normal human provisions.

Clearly, it was the work of another survivor.

After some consideration, Han Feng ultimately decided against using radar to scan the area.

In this post-apocalyptic world, the remaining humans needed to stick together for warmth and support.

But Han Feng was different; he had the Red Alert System.

He didn't need to seek refuge with other groups or live in constant fear like the rest of the survivors.

If Han Feng were to join a group or have others join his, he'd have to figure out how to conceal the origins of his troops.

It was simpler and less troublesome to go it alone.

"Captain Han, look."

Wynne, from the passenger seat, broke into Han Feng's train of thought.

Following Wynne's gesture, Han Feng spotted a figure crouching on the ground not too far off.

The crouching figure, hearing the rumble of Han Feng's vehicle, slowly rose and began to approach the car.

Han Feng hit the brakes, parked, and along with Wynne, stepped out of the vehicle.

The person, noticing Han Feng and Wynne, started to run towards them, picking up speed.

"Stay alert!" Han Feng warned Wynne at his side.

Wynne lifted his gun, aiming at the oncoming figure.

They were less than thirty meters apart, and the gap was closing.

"Stop!" Han Feng yelled at the figure, sensing something amiss.

"Stop immediately! Or I'll shoot!" Han Feng declared, drawing his pistol and aiming as well.

The figure kept coming, seemingly oblivious to Han Feng's warnings.

"What the hell? Is he deaf?!" Han Feng swore in frustration.

"Stop now! Or I'll really shoot..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Han Feng's third warning was cut short by the sound of three successive shots.

The figure collapsed to the ground, just meters from Han Feng.

Han Feng's patience hadn't run out; he had noticed a clear bite mark on the person's leg...

From a distance, the injury was not visible, and with the figure's legs swinging while running, it wasn't until they were mere meters away that Han Feng could see it clearly.

"Roar! Roar!" The figure sprawled on the ground, which, upon closer inspection, was not a person at all but a zombie. It growled incessantly, using its hands to drag its body toward Han Feng.

He tried to rise, but with two bullets lodged in his legs, standing was impossible.

"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed, putting an end to the zombie's struggle and its wretched existence.

"This..." Han Feng stared at the lifeless zombie, at a loss for words.

Evolution? Mutation? Why did this one possess a speed the others lacked?

"Why could it run?" Puzzled, Han Feng posed the question to the system in his mind.

"The system cannot answer the commander's question. Please establish a combat laboratory," came the response.

Han Feng remained silent, his focus shifting to the gold coins.

?????

What's this? 136 gold coins? How did they multiply so quickly?

Just that morning, to bolster his fighting force, Han Feng had invested all his gold coins into summoning more combatants. Even after taking down a few zombies, the numbers didn't add up.

Could it be... Han Feng's gaze returned to the fallen zombie.

"How many gold coins did I earn from killing this zombie?" he inquired of the system once more.

"The reward for the recent zombie kill is 50 gold coins."

Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, that generous! Though these zombies are quick, they're only as fast as a regular person. If every zombie I encounter from now on is like this one, I'll be able to build up my base much faster!" Han Feng mused with excitement.

"Get in, let's keep moving." In high spirits, Han Feng signaled to Wynne, and they resumed their journey.

Ten minutes later, Han Feng and his team arrived back at the villa.

"First and Second Teams, move the supplies back to the villa," Han Feng commanded before stepping out of the vehicle and into the villa.

"You're back. Must have been exhausting," Wai Yun said with a warm smile, offering Han Feng a pair of slippers.

"Not really, I'm fine. This time, I cleared out the gas station's convenience store and even grabbed some fuel. Should keep us going for quite a while, right?" Han Feng slipped into the slippers and settled onto the couch.

"I'll go tally everything up," Wai Yun said before turning to sort through the inventory.

Han Feng propped himself up and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers as he pondered the peculiar zombies he'd encountered earlier.

Even after counting his gold coins, Han Feng's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of wealth.

"Where are there more zombies, yet it's still safe..." he mused aloud.

In this post-apocalyptic world, while most survivors were dodging zombies just to stay alive, Han Feng was the exception, always strategizing on how to take them down.

"Boss Han, I'm back." It had only been a few minutes, but Wai Yun had already finished the inventory and rejoined Han Feng.

"We're good on drinking water for now. The tap water in the house is still running, so there's no concern there. The issue is..." Wai Yun paused before adding, "We're running low on food."

"Huh? Running low? How can that be?" Han Feng asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

After all, they had scoured the nearby villas for provisions, and with the additional supplies they'd transported back, Han Feng was convinced they had enough to last several months.

Wai Yun remained silent, her eyes drifting towards the red police soldiers within the villa.

A realization struck Han Feng, and he slapped his forehead in dismay.

Damn it! How could he have overlooked them?

The villa was more than just Han Feng, Liu Rui, the Wai brothers, and Lin Lan; it housed fifteen red police soldiers and an engineer as well.

Twenty-one mouths to feed in total!

And they all needed to eat, especially the mobilization soldiers with their massive frames. Han Feng had no doubt about their enormous appetites.

"By my estimate, we've got about a week's worth of food left. Rice and flour are running low, too," Wai Yun said in a low voice.

"Got it. I'll figure something out right now." Han Feng stood, slipped on his shoes, and prepared to leave.

"Stay here. I'll be back before nightfall," he assured them before stepping out of the villa.

"Stay safe," Wai Yun called after him.

With a nod in acknowledgment, Han Feng gave his orders. "First and Second Squads, you're with me. Third Squad, keep the villa secure." With that, he climbed into the vehicle, ready to depart.

As Han Feng watched the red police soldiers gear up in the rearview mirror, he fired up the Hummer and floored the accelerator, shooting forward.

His reasoning was straightforward: where would you find the most goods? Obviously, in the large supermarkets.

With his sights set on the supermarkets, Han Feng was determined to make quick work of the task.

He was well aware that the villa was a considerable distance from the supermarkets, which were typically not too far from the city center.

And that could only mean one thing... there might be a swarm of zombies!