"..."
For an ordinary person, the atmosphere would probably have become awkward.
But the vice-commander's eyes lit up, and he exuded a chuunibyou (delusional) aura: "Oh? Commander, are you finally going to inherit this title? I remember you thought it was too early?"
“I used to think it was too early, but now I’m already at level eight,” Jin Muyan said calmly.
"Really? Then you're being transferred back to headquarters?"
The deputy commander immediately became excited.
Never underestimate a level eight ability user. After all, even the commanders of various legions have only just entered level nine, so level eight is already considered the strongest below level nine.
And thus became an eighth-level superhuman...
You won't need to be so busy anymore; you can apply to be transferred back to headquarters.
For the Dawn Society today, Zhang Hao has become a spiritual symbol; being transferred back to headquarters means he can get in touch with the president.
How could this not excite them?
As an eighth-level ability user, bringing back a few trusted confidants is not out of the question.
"Don't get agitated, being transferred back is inevitable."
Jin Muyan's eyes turned ruthless as he said, "But the [South Korea Association] has recently gathered another group of survivors who escaped from South Korea, and the scale is already quite considerable."
"The number of legion members transferred from headquarters is too small. If such a large force were to charge over, we might not be able to stop them unless they engage us in direct combat."
"So what should we do now? Should we apply for a transfer order?"
"Apply, just in case."
"Yes, Commander Kaneki!"
...
...
Changcheng, to the west.
A large number of people had gathered in the dilapidated auditorium.
These people were dressed in tattered clothes, and some of them had bruises on their faces, making them look extremely disheveled.
There was a sofa on the stage in the auditorium.
Sitting on it was a black-haired man with a handsome face and very prominent cheekbones; he was most likely someone who had undergone cosmetic surgery.
but……
The atmosphere in the auditorium was not harmonious.
Most of them were hysterical, spitting everywhere.
"Damn it!"
"Those Dawnbringers are still guarding the border, they just won't let us cross!"
"Why don't we just charge straight in! Those people are tough, but they don't have many of us. With so many of us, we definitely have a chance!"
"And then what? How many more people will be lost? Chairman Park wants a complete association, not one that suffers heavy losses. Otherwise, how can it develop in that land?"
"Especially that white-haired pervert, he chased me for ten blocks and kept asking me what 1000 minus 7 equals? I'm seriously impressed!"
"But this is the only way! Otherwise, once that white-haired pervert brings in more people from the Dawn Society headquarters, we won't even have the slightest chance."
"No, I disagree! This is just suicide!"
"You brat, you've completely disgraced the glory of the Republic of China! We should be fearless in the face of sacrifice, we should fight for our nation..."
"Then go and sacrifice yourself for us, senior!"
"You brat..."
"Enough!!"
Park Bu-sung shouted angrily, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Shut up, all of you! Damn it, listen to what my brother has to say! My brother definitely has a solution; he's the hope of the Republic of Korea!"
And Park Il-sung on the stage...
He was a little troubled, but his expression still showed confidence.
He had no choice but to pretend!
In reality, he was completely out of options.
Just like what one of the seniors said, the only way to get in is when there aren't many people around at dawn.
A little later...
Dawn might not deal with them, but the seafood behind them wouldn't tolerate it.
But he cannot afford to panic even a little, because if he, as the decision-maker, reveals this emotion, the [Smida Association] might collapse on the spot.
Even if they manage to break through, they will suffer heavy losses.
If you're unlucky enough to encounter either the [Beast Alliance] or the [Zombie Kingdom], you'll be killed on the spot.
I thought about it for a long time...
He was at his wit's end and was about to confess when...
Suddenly!
Bang!
The auditorium doors were smashed.
The Koreans panicked and tried to scatter and flee.
Even the Park brothers were almost scared to death. Before they could react, a slightly stiff, mechanical voice came from outside the door.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a member of the Dawn Society. As a salesperson for [the company], I have an obligation to protect valuable future clients."
The man walked in.
He displayed a disgusting attitude.
It was completely rotten from head to toe, and looked very much like a zombie.
But the interior is filled with machinery and cables, and the half-mechanical eye on the head emits a faint red light.
Park Seung-il remained vigilant: "Who are you? Why are you helping us? Without a legitimate reason... I don't believe you."
"Our company's mission is to save humanity, at all costs."
"Throughout the world, regardless of nationality, race, or skin color, as long as they are human beings... they all fall within our scope of salvation."
The mechanical zombie's voice was harsh.
But he exuded a convincing aura.
Park Il-sung lowered his guard slightly and asked curiously, "Since you call yourselves a 'company,' you must have a name, right?"
"Our company's official name is TerraTech, but because the company has saved many survivors, sheltered humans, and made many contributions to human endeavors over the years, it has acquired a popular nickname among the people."
"Oh? What's the common name?"
“【Protective Umbrella】”
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P.S.: Plot transition.
I'm having a bit of writer's block; I've been thinking about it for ages.
The plot will be slightly more elaborate; this "protective umbrella" is not the same as that "protective umbrella".
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