Lu Sheng stepped off the plane and glanced down, only to see a dense swarm of zombies crowding the building below, each with its gaping, blood-red mouth wide open.

They looked like baby birds eagerly waiting to be fed.

Because City A was hosting the largest comic convention in the country when the zombie virus broke out, many popular characters were mixed in with the zombies surrounding the area.

The Calabash Brothers and Pleasant Goat were the most enthusiastic, using both hands and feet to climb almost to the second floor while clinging to the wall.

Ultraman is gnawing on a moldy thigh, and several characters from the game Honor of Kings have merged together, with half of Yao's body on top of Cheng Yaojin's.

The scene was both terrifying and bizarre.

“The fire company is right across the street, but the platform on that building isn’t big enough to park the plane, so we have to land it here.” Su Zheng took out a map specially provided by the military.

Lu Sheng surveyed the terrain below.

The fire protection company is located in a high-rise office building across the street. Floors 1-5 are the company's offices, and the warehouse should be located on the lower floors.

After pinpointing their location, Lu Sheng and his group made a decisive move, immediately carving a path through the horde of zombies and forcefully entering the office building.

There were very few zombies inside the office building, and Lu Sheng and her group quickly realized something was wrong as they went down from the first floor.

The passageway leading from the ground floor to the underground was locked, and a fire extinguisher was used to block the door.

The same thing happened on the second floor.

A normal person trying to escape would at most lock the door from the inside; they wouldn't waste time using a fire extinguisher to add a second layer of protection to the door.

There's only one possibility for this to happen: someone is still living underground!

Only living people would go to such lengths to set up defenses in order to prevent zombies from breaking in.

Soon, everyone's guesses were confirmed.

Is anyone there? Is anyone alive?

A wary voice came from directly below Lu Sheng and the others.

Zhao Mujia immediately looked down and saw several pairs of menacing eyes.

There were about seven or eight people, both men and women.

The group of people all had deathly pale skin from years of lack of sunlight, and their hair and nails were dry, yellow, and split from lack of sun exposure. The two men in the lead appeared to be the most authoritative members of the group, and were also relatively stronger.

Most of the others looked like cavemen, their hair matted like bird nests.

"Speak! Are you even alive?!" the leader demanded irritably.

"We are the M City Allied Army. Don't you have radios? Has the village been without internet for years?" Zhao Mujia retorted angrily, angered by the man's words.

"What kind of bullshit alliance? Never heard of it. Get out of here. This is our territory." The man gave them a curt order to leave.

The kind-hearted Su Zheng politely took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his bag. "We want the equipment from the fire department's warehouse. We hope you can do us a favor."

"I give up." Ma Dongmei couldn't help but roll her eyes behind Su Zheng.

Three years into the apocalypse, their young master still hasn't been able to shake off his heavy moral burden.

The man's eyes widened when he saw the compressed biscuits in Su Zheng's hand. He snatched them and hugged them to his chest with great affection.

Then a pair of eyes darted around, scrutinizing Su Zheng and the group behind him. "You want to get off?"

"Yes, I hope you can cooperate." Su Zheng asked sincerely.

The man rubbed his chin lewdly and immediately made an outrageous demand, "Since this thing is here, it's ours. If you want it, you have to exchange it for something else."

"We need 500 jin of compressed biscuits."

These people are all easygoing and well-off. There's no reason not to fleece these easy targets!

Su Zheng turned to Lu Sheng and suggested, "How about some food?"

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow dismissively. "You handle it."

Su Zheng's tendency to be a nice guy isn't new, and he won't change it anytime soon. Besides, this group didn't actually make the first move; it wouldn't be good to start a massacre right away.

"Okay, deal."

Su Zheng was a straightforward man, and he immediately ordered his men to take out 500 jin of compressed biscuits from his spatial storage and stack them on the ground.

M City has everything you could want to eat, so they don't really need these compressed biscuits. It would be best if they could get the fire-fighting equipment without losing a single soldier.

But when the leader saw that Su Zheng had taken out the supplies so readily, he immediately felt he had lost out.

"No, I've changed my mind. I want 1,000 jin of compressed biscuits! And an extra 500 jin of other types of supplies!"

The next second, Lu Sheng's long knife was already pressed against the man's throat.

Promising to give them supplies is reasonable, but that doesn't mean they can be shameless and take advantage of us.