Chapter 50 Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland 13
Zhou Jue did not rush to rescue anyone.
Although the main quest still requires the establishment of a shelter for a hundred people, what she wants is not a hundred helpless burdens, but a hundred "residents" who can follow the rules and create value.
After all, she needs to survive for 30 days in this world, and she needs to choose the coordinates of the "two-way passage".
No rush, thirty days is plenty of time for her to carefully select.
She brought up her task panel and looked at her energy level.
Current energy reserves: 342%
I managed to gain so much energy after fighting my way out of the hospital in just over an hour!
This world truly lives up to its name—it's a paradise tailor-made for her!
They made a fortune!
From this perspective, reaching 10,000 points is only a matter of time!
Zhou Jue was satisfied; the automatic collection function activated by 10% energy was a huge win!
She only needs to focus on rampaging through the game, while the system automatically harvests the loot, increasing efficiency by more than tenfold.
As darkness fell, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire city in an eerie blood-red hue.
Zhou Jue knew that the danger level in the wasteland would increase exponentially at night. No one knew what kind of even more terrifying mutants might leap out from the darkness.
She decided not to go any further or deeper, and to first deal with the survivors in the buildings near the hospital.
After retrieving the Hummingbird drone, she began to retrace her steps.
This time, her goal is to clear out the zombies around buildings where survivors remain.
She would clear the way for them to go downstairs; whether they dared to come out or were willing to go with her was up to them.
She only gives you one chance.
Following the principle of proximity, the first target was the old-style residential building where the young couple and the family of three lived.
There were about twenty zombies wandering around downstairs.
Without wasting any words, Zhou Jue charged forward.
The high-frequency vibrating blade left deadly afterimages in the dim light. With each swing, a zombie fell silently, its wounds smooth and without any unnecessary movement.
The survivors upstairs watched nervously through the cracks in their windows as the battle below raged, a one-sided massacre.
That black-clad figure slaughtered through the horde of corpses as if they were nothing. Powerful, calm, and efficient.
In less than five minutes, all the zombies downstairs were cleared away.
Zhou Jue shook the blood off the blade, took out a piece of paper and a pen from his backpack, quickly wrote a line of text, and then taped it to the Hummingbird drone.
The drone buzzed as it took off and hovered precisely outside the couple's window.
The young man behind the window paused for a moment, then carefully pushed open a crack in the window to examine the contents of the paper.
[The hallway is safe. If you want to live, follow me. Meet downstairs in half an hour. Latecomers will not be waited for.]
The handwriting was messy, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command.
Zhou Jue ignored how the two families would react after seeing the note. She controlled the drone to fly to another window, so that the family of three could also see the contents of the note.
The system scanned the buildings and found that there were no zombies left. She guessed that they had all gone into the shopping mall with the zombie army, and the zombies that couldn't get in were just wandering around outside.
After doing all this, she turned and walked towards the office building next door.
The same operation, the same clean and efficient crackdown, the same cold, impersonal note.
Soon, she cleared out all the wandering zombies in the area near the hospital.
As the last zombie's head rolled to the ground, Zhou Jue stood quietly in the middle of the street.
Beneath her feet lay a dense mass of zombie corpses. Her black combat suit blended seamlessly into the post-apocalyptic backdrop, giving her an air of indescribable mystery and power.
She raised her wrist and looked at the countdown on her personal terminal.
With only five minutes left until the half-hour deadline, the deadline has passed.
The quiet street finally stirred.
A unit door was carefully pushed open, and an elderly woman with gray hair but a sprightly spirit, carrying a small, seemingly light cloth bag, was the first to emerge. She saw Zhou Jue standing among the pile of corpses, nodded from a distance, and then stood quietly by the roadside.
Four minutes.
The family of three also appeared. The husband carried a huge hiking backpack and two full shopping bags in his hands. The wife held a little girl of about four or five years old in her arms and also carried a sizable backpack. When they saw Zhou Jue, fear showed on their faces. They hesitated and stopped about four or five steps away from Zhou Jue, wanting to approach but not daring to.
The little girl secretly looked up and curiously peeked at Zhou Jue.
Three minutes.
A burly man wearing a workout vest walked out of another apartment building, carrying a baseball bat.
Two minutes.
The young woman who had written SOS on the window also ran out through gritted teeth. Her face was still streaked with tears, but her eyes were resolute.
One minute.
"Boss! Boss! Wait for me!"
A series of loud shouts rang out, and the young man who had been waving banknotes in the shop earlier came running out, tumbling and crawling.
Unlike the others who stood at a distance, he went straight to Zhou Jue as soon as he came out, his face full of fawning smiles.
"Boss! You're like a second parent to me! My name is Zhao Dezhu, you can just call me Xiao Zhao! Your skills are simply divine, the most amazing person I've ever seen!"
As he spoke, he pulled a thick wad of banknotes from his backpack and, without saying a word, tried to hand it to Zhou Jue.
"Boss, this is just a small token of my appreciation! From now on, I, Xiao Zhao, will follow you. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"
Zhou Jue subconsciously took a step back.
Who is this? They're so overly friendly! Oh, is it Xiao Zhao?
Seeing Zhou Jue back down, Zhao Dezhu still wanted to step forward and stuff more money into his pocket.
The old lady noticed Zhou Jue's resistance and took two steps forward, saying, "Alright, hurry up and put your money away. How can you even afford to spend money these days?"
Zhao Dezhu then sheepishly put away the money, before immediately forcing a big smile.
"Boss, my family is rich! I know my grandfather has a lot of antiques, jade, and money in his collection room. If you can't spend it all, you can probably still spend it. My family lives in a villa in Xishan. If you go there to kill zombies, I'll give you everything in my house!"
Zhao Dezhu truly felt that he was going to starve to death or be trapped here, but he never expected to be rescued. So he only thought of giving all the money he had to his savior to express his excitement.
And with such a powerful figure and such a strong backer, he, Zhao Dezhu, is definitely going to stick with him!
Before Zhou Jue could reply, the timer on his personal terminal made a soft sound.
The 30-minute deadline has passed.
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