"Oh right, and what about the zombie spray that the Ji family used for their cerebral palsy? Can you find out anything about it?" Zhang Xiaojuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and grabbed Zhang Xin by the neck, shaking him.

Zhang Xin's head almost popped out of his head. He hurriedly pulled up the relevant information on the computer. "Of course, I can find it. Not only can I find it, but I can also find the entire research and development process."

Its tiny body scribbled a few strokes on the keyboard, and immediately, dense text appeared on the screen.

"The Ji family developed the zombie spray shortly after the virus was discovered, and the development speed was extremely fast," Zhang Xin said, pointing to the data on the screen with his little paw.

The group exchanged glances, a hint of doubt creeping into their eyes regarding the data before them.

The discovery of the zombie virus is a top secret that would cause panic, and normally the news would be strictly kept under wraps. How did the Ji family know about it so early?

"From a business perspective, if Ji Lingang were an ordinary businessman, the normal procedure would be to register the research findings and zombie spray as patents or submit them to the state in exchange for economic benefits. Why would he spend huge sums of money to conduct in-depth research himself?" Zhang Xin, a seasoned veteran in the workplace, rubbed his chin and raised his question.

Xu Yi frowned slightly, "According to the information provided by Ji Feng, Ji Lin had devoted all his efforts to building an indestructible bunker just months before the apocalypse, which clearly shows that he was prepared."

"Holy crap! Yeah! Isn't this a case of everything being ready except for the apocalypse? How did he know the zombie virus would definitely break out?"

Zhang Xiaojuan belatedly slapped her thigh, "What if the bunker is built but the apocalypse doesn't come? Old Deng will suffer a huge loss, losing everything he owns."

No one who has built a business to this scale is a fool.

Ji Lingang wouldn't have risked his entire fortune to build the doomsday bunker if he wasn't absolutely certain.

"Teacher Xu, do you mean that Ji Lingang knew the apocalypse was coming all along, so he prepared everything in advance?"

Some conspiracy theories involuntarily surfaced in everyone's minds.

Could there be some force behind the sudden large-scale outbreak of the zombie virus?

"But he's a medicine seller. What good would it do him if the world went into chaos?" Han Rui asked, puzzled.

People only buy medicines when they have a stable income. Who would go to see a doctor and take medicine when their life is in danger?

Lu Sheng crossed his arms and stared intently at the various data on the screen. "When the economy stagnates, war is the best way to reap wealth, and capital will expand rapidly during this period."

The root cause of both World War I and World War II was economic. When there was no way to solve the economic predicament, war was the only means to resolve it.

The losers are at the mercy of others, while the winners feast on corpses and make a fortune.

There have been numerous pronouncements about an economic crisis before the apocalypse, and it's hard to guarantee that these capitalists won't do something crazy in an attempt to break the deadlock.

Lu Sheng tapped the keyboard lightly with his fingers, then hooked the little mouse's long, thin tail, "Zhang Xin."

"I'll give you five days to organize and categorize all the computer data of the Ji family. I need to know everything Ji Lingang has about the zombie virus."

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

If we can get reliable information about the zombie virus from Ji Lingang, we might be able to develop a targeted solution.

Zhang Xin: "..."

Will Ji Lingang, this poor little mouse, ultimately bear the consequences of his crimes...?

"Five days is too short, can we have a few more days?" the little mouse blinked pitifully.

"Four days."

"No, no! Why are we saying less and less as we discuss this!"

"Three days."

"Alright! Five days it is!"

Zhang Xin dared not speak out in anger, let out a wail and frantically typed on the keyboard, almost causing sparks to fly from the keys.

"The countdown will start tomorrow; you can rest for now."

Lu Sheng isn't some kind of devil; he still gives his employees some short breaks when necessary.

The little mouse, teary-eyed from being manipulated, jumped onto Zhang Xiaojuan's shoulder, grabbed his hair, and demanded to go to the supermarket to buy ice cream.

You have a new message.

Just as Lu Sheng left Zhang Xin's workspace, he received a system notification.

She opened it and found that it was a voice message from a cute little panda.

The little panda spoke in a soft, sweet Mandarin, "Master, a team of people with special abilities has applied to enter the apartment. Should we allow them in?"

A superpowered squad?

The fact that a red panda had to send a special voice message reminder shows that this team is definitely not ordinary people.

"wait for me."

Lu Sheng replied with just two simple words and hurried to the apartment.

As soon as she stepped through the door, several pairs of eyes in the hall immediately focused on her.

"Master~" The little panda came running over, its two little paws softly wrapping around Lu Sheng's legs.

The gazes focused on Lu Sheng became even more intense.

Having a talking red panda is surprising enough, but the owner here is actually a beautiful and slender young girl?!

The young man at the head of the group took the initiative to identify himself, saying, "Hello, we are from the Western Military Region and are on a mission. We have temporarily lost contact with the base and are running low on supplies. We would like to stay here for a few days."

Lu Sheng glanced at it and roughly understood what was going on.

The squad consisted of five people, fully equipped, clearly an elite unit from the Western Military Region.

Unlike the ordinary soldiers at K3 base who ate meager rations, these men had rosy complexions and strong bodies. Although they had sustained some injuries, it was clear that they lived a good standard of living.

"Boss, these people don't seem to have any good intentions."

Zhang Xin quietly climbed onto Lu Sheng's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "All five of them have dual-elemental abilities, and three of them are space-elemental. Who would believe they're good people?"

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