Chapter 136: Occupy District 9.

The world is almost ending, and you're still playing birthday songs? People in District 9, please don't go too far!

The song's climax ended, the background music quieted down, and the booming male voice that usually managed District 9's communications finally spoke: "Hello, hello, what's up?"

The correspondent didn't know what words to use to describe his mood, and thousands of words could be summed up in one sentence: I'm here anyway.

I'll accept it even if it means I'm in a madman's den.

He took a deep breath and remained calm. "We have arrived at the center of District 9. There is no one here. Where should we go to find you?"

"Oh, wait, I'll go ask the commander."

The communicator's patience was running out. "What's the point of asking about such a trivial matter? Why don't you just report your location?"

No one responded to him, and he had no place to vent his anger.

The crowd began to make noise, discussing the inexplicable singing and the attitude of District 9.

In the RV next to them, Bei Ting, whose body was bandaged like a mummy, heard the noise and slowly opened her eyes. Her hoarse voice was like the sound of a snake spitting out its tongue: "Commander of District 9...what's his name?"

Next to her was the former deputy commander of District 32. "My name is Qin Xiaoshuang. I have a headache and can't help you anymore. Her base should have many healing abilities. They even went to support District 15, which was trapped by a blizzard."

"We can fight now."

"You, please calm down. With someone of her status, she must have bodyguards around her."

Bei Ting raised her lips in disdain. "You mean those cannon fodder psychics who escaped? If I could have exploded one more time, the Zombie King would have been dead for sure. Among so many people, there wasn't even anyone to help me with the final blow. Why should I take them seriously?"

"I told you long ago to let the psychics from other districts die first and consume them to see how powerful the Zombie King is. You'll be responsible for the final cleanup. You're impatient and insist on rushing out directly. What can I do? Listen to me this time. Don't touch Qin Xiaoshuang. Let her let her guard down. Find out where that space psychic named Lin Yi is. Win him over first, and after he's healed, use force to occupy District Nine."

…

In the District 9 base, Shu Lan heard the news about Zhou Dahu just as the chorus ended.

"I understand. Let them wait there. I'll go pick them up."

"Okay."

He turned to leave when he heard Shu Lan call him: "Hey? Did you forget to say something?"

Zhou Dahu, who was as smart as a man, reacted immediately, turned around and smiled like a sunflower, and said to Shu Maomao: "Happy birthday, Master Maomao, I wish you grow taller and taller, and soar into the sky."

Shu Maomao nodded, and Shu Lan also nodded. "Another announcement: To celebrate this auspicious day, everyone at the base will have a day off. I brought back some sports equipment and put it in the warehouse next to the reading room. Go ahead and take some and play with them."

"Okay! Thank you, Commander!"

Shu Lan rode all the way to the parking lot. Along the way, people stopped and waved to the mother and son on the electric scooter: "Happy birthday, Maomao."

"I wish Mr. Maomao will grow taller and more handsome!"

"Maomao-sama is adorable."

Shu Maomao sat backwards on the back seat of the electric scooter, calmly letting the praises and blessings surround him.

Shu Lan rode to the parking lot and pulled out her usual bike. Shu Maomao sat in the passenger seat and suddenly blurted out, "There's an idiot."

Shu Lan asked, "Who? Someone from District 32?"

"That Bei Ting said she was just one step away from killing An Selin."

"People who want to save face after losing always say this."

"They intend to occupy District 9 by force."

Shu Lan said sarcastically, "Occupying District 9 is a big deal for her."

When communications were blocked, information asymmetry became an invisible advantage. The entire base knew that Shu Maomao was a plunderer, while the outside world didn't even know Shu Maomao existed.

Shu Lan did not deliberately control the news. She had confidence in Shu Maomao's ability. The radio station was placed in the communication room. Anyone who wanted to go in could go in and announce the matter of the plunderers to the world.

She didn't care, because there were plenty of people below who would take the initiative to help her. Any outsiders who approached would be stopped by others. This was why Shu Lan insisted on surrendering all weapons without exception.

She wants to make sure that the security and benefits enjoyed by everyone now and in the future are tied to the plunderer. They will prosper and suffer together, and they cannot survive without the plunderer. In this way, the possibility of being betrayed will be close to zero.

Occupy District 9? She agreed, but the ordinary people in District 9 would not agree.

Shu Lan took out the headphones from her pocket, put them on, and connected the call. "Good morning, Sister Anselin."

An Selin was indeed always online: "Good morning, Sister Xiaoshuang, why are you so energetic today?"

"I just heard a joke. Someone named Bei Ting said she was just one step away from killing you."

“…”

Shu Lan gloated: "Could it be true?"

Anselin asked, "She can speak so soon?"

"Is it really just a moment away?"

An Selin said helplessly: "Yeah, don't tell anyone, my sister is also a zombie who wants to save face. Others think I crushed her, but in fact I was just holding on."

Shu Lan laughed out loud without giving any face. Feeling that it was inappropriate, she quickly changed the subject and asked Shu Maomao, "How many people are there?"

Shu Maomao closed his eyes, listened to the sound and counted for a while, then answered, "No more than five hundred."

Shu Lan was a little surprised: "Only this much."

Anselin said lazily: "Abandoned the ordinary people."

Shu Lan tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and said, "The ceasefire period you mentioned will probably last for another three months."

"Um."

"Don't you think the time is a bit short? There are no planes or high-speed trains. How can they walk here?"

Anselin said: "Once they are all infected and turned into zombies, they can walk on their own two legs."

"Haha, sister, you're such a jokester." Shu Lan started the car. "Getting infected won't do you any good."

"It's no harm. Whether it's a zombie or a human, they'll all turn into mud sooner or later."

"That being said, whether it's a zombie or a human, at least they can stir things up while they're still alive. Please, sister, just extend your ceasefire period. I'll try to pick up those who were left at the base."

"Wow~ Sister Xiaoshuang, I didn't expect you to have such a great ambition to become the savior."

Shu Lan sighed deliberately: "What should I do? I don't have to go to work or school. I don't even like playing mahjong. It would be so boring if I had nothing to do. I should find something to do."

“Hahahahahaha…”

"Is it okay?"

Despite her smile, Anselin still refused decisively: "No, there's no way to take back what you've said. In three months, no one will be left alive in the defeated base."

Shu Lan gnashed her teeth in anger. Li Yanli was such a jerk! He had wasted all her time and energy talking to her.

"Not all zombies will listen to me. Even if I say a ceasefire, it's only for the zombies in my area. I'm still cleaning up, so don't run around."

Shu Lan was stunned for a moment, and her voice softened quietly: "Oh."

She suddenly said inexplicably: "Today is my son's sixth birthday."

Anselin chuckled: "Then please tell him for me that Auntie wishes him a happy birthday and that he will grow up healthy."

Aunt.

This time it was Shu Lan's turn to be speechless. He was really becoming more and more immersed in it.