Chapter 145 Celestial Dragons.

People often come to Shu Lan, and if they are seeking support or have unimportant or trivial issues, District 9 Publicity Ambassador Zhou Dahu will stop them and deal with them.

After the words "Zone One" appeared, the base became noticeably quiet for a moment. Shu Lan instantly became a magnet, with all eyes nearby focused on her.

Shu Maomao also blurted out an unfamiliar word: "Tianlongren."

He didn't speak much, and Shu Lan was a little surprised. She squatted down and asked, "What?"

Shu Maomao said, "Ji Xin said that those in Area 1 are the Celestial Dragons, people who are more noble than us Muggles."

"What a mess, he's the Muggle."

Shu Lan had also heard of District 1. At the very beginning, when she was running around near the current District 15 to avoid zombies and had no fixed place to live, social order was not completely chaotic, and the army and the government were still in control of the situation.

Some people with higher social status and prestige were selected and taken to the safest areas for refuge under the protection of the army.

Later, the situation got out of control. In order to give birth to a child, she hid in a garbage dump outside Ci'an City and isolated herself from the world. The government announced a plan to eliminate the infected, and the country was divided into regions to survive on their own. The first refugee camp established was District 1.

The team must have a captain, the base must have a commander, and with so many areas, there must also be a brain to coordinate the overall situation.

Area 1 previously served as the brain, bringing together the most advanced medical technology, military force, top-notch supplies, and even the infection-free ecosystem that Owl had mentioned before.

It stands to reason that the numbers of Area 1 and Area 9 are not far apart, but in fact, Area 1 on the map is located near the vast snow-capped mountains. It is sparsely populated and behind it is a vast uninhabited area and a rock-solid military base.

However, District 9 is located in the most densely populated plains area, and is surrounded by waves of zombies. They are fragile and fat, like throats without bone protection, and a bite will splash out a pool of blood.

Previously, they sent troops to negotiate with Anselin, intending to ambush them, but after being killed by high-level soldiers, they fell silent, neither advocating surrender nor helping in the battle, as if they had suddenly disappeared, waiting to see how these scattered soldiers would break the deadlock.

When the dust settled, I found the lost radio from somewhere and started to contact them.

Shu Lan didn't have a good impression of District 1. From the moment she got the microphone, she was ready to curse.

"Hello? I'm Qin Xiaoshuang."

That segment was a sweet and gentle female voice with a very standard broadcasting accent: "Hello, Ms. Qin Xiaoshuang, this is the Area 1 Control Center. We are very grateful for your bravery in stepping forward in times of crisis, resolving the conflict between humans and zombies, and helping to rescue the survivors. We would like to express our highest respect to you."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you. The other party was so polite that Shu Lan choked up and muttered, "I need you to thank me."

"Also, we have some information we're eager to learn. How did you reach a peace agreement with the Zombie King? If it was a verbal agreement without witnesses, there's a risk the other party could change their mind at any time. If the survivors were also attacked on the highway, will you be held responsible for the consequences?"

Shu Lan: “…”

Mumbling something.

"If you can contact the Zombie King, could you please ask her to personally repeat the principles of peaceful coexistence we've reached on the public channel to gain the trust of the survivors?"

Shu Lan said: "No, the Zombie King is too lazy to pay attention to us."

Area One Operator: "...Okay, what you say does make sense. It seems humans have no choice but to believe it. May I ask if you are encountering any difficulties in managing the survivor base that require assistance from Central Control? Area One will do its best to help everyone overcome any difficulties."

Shu Lan's fingers tapped lightly on the table. After a moment's thought, she turned off the microphone and sighed, "It's really difficult. Send a plane with two hundred, no, two thousand space psychics, loaded with supplies, to come over for support."

The operator on the other end said, "I heard that the commander of District 10 has enough supplies in his space..."

Shu Lan's tone grew heavier. "Unfortunately, not long ago, while going to the bathroom at night, he tripped and died by stepping on his right foot with his left foot. This caused us to lose our granary."

After learning that during the ceasefire period, the defeated would come to District 9 on their own initiative, Shu Lan gave up the strategy of showing off her wealth and didn't brag to anyone for a while, which was a good opportunity to cry poor.

"Every day when we wake up, the survivors here have to drink a lot of water before going out to build a base. We eat grass roots, tree bark, even sand and mud. We eat everything we can. Yet, more people die of starvation every day than are killed by zombies."

Shu Maomao took out a dried sweet potato and chewed it, listening to her nonsense while chewing.

"Alas, I'm too kindhearted. The Zombie King finally agreed to a ceasefire, and I can't just watch my fellow survivors starve to death on the way. Taking over will only bring us greater pressure to survive. Leader, your appearance at this time is like timely help. I'm waiting for you in District 9. You must send a plane to deliver supplies as soon as possible. One day late means hundreds of lives. We can't survive. Come quickly!"

Operator: "...Please wait a moment. I will convey your request to the commander-in-chief and ask him to issue instructions."

"You must hurry up!"

"I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

I don’t know if the reply was quick, but it disappeared pretty quickly.

Shu Lan put down her microphone, pinched Shu Maomao's face, took a bite of the dried sweet potato in his hand, and said, "Why do you eat dried sweet potatoes every day? I'll research some other snacks for you."

Shu Maomao leaned over the table and asked, "Mommy, will they send a plane? I want to see what the Tianlong people look like."

Shu Lan burst out laughing. "There are only yellow people, black people, and white people in the world. There are no Celestial Dragons. All humans are the same. They have a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth, and ears. Um... let Ji Xin explain the words he made up to you."

Ji Xin, who was misleading the children, was caught while carrying bricks. He explained his actions by citing classics and concluded, "Anyway, they are people with higher survival value, who can contribute more to the future of mankind, and who deserve more concentrated protection."

Shu Lan tutted, "Nonsense! Who's worthless? Go ahead and move your bricks. The more you explain, the more biased it becomes."

Ji Xin left feeling aggrieved. He felt that he was guiding Master Maomao's overall perspective in the right direction, and he didn't know why he was being scolded.

Shu Maomao, his face held by Shu Lan's hand, stared into his dark, clear eyes and said, "Forget what he said. Whether they're Celestial Dragons or Celestial Tigers, there's nothing special about them. If they send a plane, we'll just rob them."

People from other districts who were waiting for support accidentally heard her conversation with District 1.

"Is this true? If we go, won't we all starve to death?"

“It’s fake…right?”

"I guess it's true. You can't be so bold as to lie to the main control area."

"Well, she agreed to come pick us up after all. Everyone, don't be idle. Dig up some grass roots from the roadside and bring them over."