Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"From today’s incident, we can see the importance of reconnaissance for the camp. Therefore, I have decided that the sentry posts should be expanded further to the periphery. Although it’s an exaggeration to say we should monitor every blade of grass and tree, at the very least, if a horde of zombies or other malicious survivors appear in this area, we must know immediately. So next, we need to focus on studying the location for setting up the sentry posts!"

The crowd expressed their agreement with this arrangement. The fact has indeed proven to be so. We relied entirely on previous technology today; if it weren’t for the cameras and drones, relying solely on the human eye would have been disastrous!

"Also, Luezi!" Zhang Su looked at Wu Lue standing proudly among the crowd.

"Present!"

Hearing the boss call him, Wu Lue stood at attention, looking up at a 45-degree angle like a proud rooster.

"I’ll trouble you a bit more. Use a drone to monitor the surroundings. If you notice a horde of zombies making a comeback, report it immediately."

The zombies originally in this area were sparse and not many, but suddenly, thirty to forty thousand surged over. Even if they were led away, they hadn’t gone far. They managed to come from the north of Qing County, tens of kilometers away. Relocating from a village just a few kilometers away to Celestial Horse Island would be much easier, only needing an uncertain amount of time.

"No problem!"

Wu Lue agreed readily; this was his forte.

"And you!" Zhang Su looked at Corgi Good Fortune sitting aside.

In today’s task, Good Fortune didn’t have much involvement, only hauling back some zombies when they broke from the group. Hearing the owner call its name, it perked up immediately.

"Good Fortune, for the foreseeable future, there’s no need to patrol by the ravine. Focus on tracking the movements of zombies in the periphery, any problem?"

"Woof!"

Good Fortune responded loudly, and although the crowd couldn’t understand its meaning, they could tell from its demeanor that it was steady!

"That’s it. Although we didn’t kill all the zombies today, it’s a great victory in another sense. Let’s cook, celebrate, and slaughter a sheep!"

"Wow, long live Brother Su!"

"Haha, we’re having mutton!"

"Damn, this is exciting!"

While the crowd cheered, Zhang Su gave Guo Dachao another glance and then walked towards Little Lucky, not sparing a look in Yang Liehuo’s direction.

The crisis resolved, the camp was buzzing. Everyone gathered at Celestial Horse Island, with two or three dozen people busily cooking, enjoying themselves immensely.

Zhang Su returned to his room, took off his gear, and had just taken out a cigarette to light when he heard footsteps in the hallway. He walked over to open the door, and as expected, it was Guo Dachao.

"Brother Su, are you looking for me about something?"

Guo Dachao smiled sheepishly.

"Indeed, come in to talk."

Zhang Su led Guo Dachao into the room, casually offered him a cigarette, pointed to a chair by the wall, and said, "Have a seat."

"Oh, oh."

Guo Dachao nervously accepted the cigarette, bewildered, and sat down, unsure of what to say. He’s not much of a talker usually, and the nervousness just made him more silent.

"Light it and smoke, don’t be nervous. I’m not calling you to criticize you again! I know how you handle things, today was purely a good intention gone wrong. I’ve said all that needs to be said before, we’re all on the same side. Just be careful next time. I called you over for something else!"

After Zhang Su’s words, Guo Dachao’s anxiety cleared, and he quickly asked, "Brother Su, what’s up?"

"Do you know why I arranged for you to be at Village No.2?"

Zhang Su exhaled smoke and asked.

"Uh..."

Click, creak.

Before Guo Dachao could speak, the door lock clicked, and the door was pushed open with a thud. Zheng Xinyu ran into the room in a rush and froze at the sight of the scene inside.

"What are you up to..." Zhang Su heard the quick footsteps and hadn’t had time to think before Zheng Xinyu charged in.

"Uh, I came for a drink, hehe."

Zheng Xinyu pointed awkwardly to the corner, quickly grabbed two large bottles of Fanta, and ran out with a mischievous smile. These were her stash, she usually couldn’t bear to drink them, but being happy tonight, she was willing to share them.

After leaving, she didn’t think much of it. She figured Zhang Su and Guo Dachao had something to discuss and didn’t care what it was!

"Not quite sure..." Guo Dachao took a moment to think while Zheng Xinyu was getting her stuff and shook his head.

"Today, I publicly scolded you in front of everyone; others might think you’re holding a grudge. Of course, you might indeed be pissed..."

"No, no, Brother Su, I’m definitely not, I messed up today."

"Don’t rush to explain, listen to me. Others might think you have a problem with me. If anyone has ideas, they might seize the opportunity to get close to you, and then you can become friends with them. I don’t need to spell out what happens next, do I?"

Zhang Su raised an eyebrow.

Guo Dachao was quiet by nature, not lacking in intelligence, and immediately understood Zhang Su’s point, speaking lowly, "Brother Su, you’re asking me to investigate in Village No.2 to see if anyone might be hostile to us?"

"Exactly!"

Zhang Su nodded emphatically. Previously, Pang Dakun was sent, but it didn’t work out well, and the information gathered was trivial at best. Plus, he wasn’t successful in pursuing a woman, lacking in emotional intelligence.

Today, overhearing someone badmouthing the Elite Corps means there’s definitely an issue, so more investigative arrangements are necessary. Guo Dachao is currently the most suitable person!

It’s like placing undercover agents in gangs—they’re usually people who’ve been punished or dismissed from the police force.

Guo Dachao thought seriously for a moment, then said firmly, "Brother Su, leave this task to me, I will do my best."

"Just try with seventy percent effort, full effort would definitely blow your cover. There’s only so much to do, just gather more intel!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll move over tonight."

Having messed up the afternoon task, Guo Dachao was initially upset but now receiving a new mission felt like a chance to redeem himself, which made him happy.

That night, Celestial Horse Island was destined for a lively time. A large sheep provided about sixty to seventy pounds of meat, not nearly enough to fill everyone up, but with white radish and potatoes stewed together, everyone could enjoy several hearty bowls!

The sheep was freshly slaughtered, the radish freshly dug, the water from a deep well underground, without any advanced technology...

The flavor was even better than before the calamity struck.

The members of Satellite Village deeply felt the strength and charm of the organization. As long as you don’t slack off, life can truly be good—this bowl of lamb stew with big steamed buns is a hundred times better than salted porridge, isn’t it?