Lu Chen's throat tightened; he couldn't continue the conversation.
"There's no problem with my identity."
Who she is now seems less important than those supplies.
"For the first batch of supplies, we'd like medicine. I can give you the list tomorrow, okay?"
He still has the authority to conduct this kind of transaction; he doesn't need to apply to his superiors first.
Even in a private capacity, it's fine, as long as the items can be traded.
Li Xin'er didn't expect him to decide so quickly, "Aren't you going to ask again?"
Lu Chen said frankly, "No need, this batch of supplies won't be too much, I have the authority to do so."
Li Xin'er nodded in satisfaction. Good, it's better to settle it sooner rather than later. She didn't want to cause any more trouble. She picked up her wine glass and raised it towards Lu Chen.
"No problem, it's a pleasure to work with you."
"It's a pleasure doing business with you!"
Lu Chen raised his glass in response, but the expression on his face remained largely unchanged.
In his view, everything is pending until the deal is completed.
Not to mention that Li Xin'er's words tonight really shocked him. He couldn't wait to contact Lu Zheng to ask about the lab's current situation.
The conversation went smoothly, and they were having dinner. Meanwhile, in Country Y, it was midday.
The streets were devastated, filled with smoke and the roar of gunfire and artillery. There were traces of bombing everywhere.
At a crossroads, a car was burning on fire, blocking the road. A large number of zombies moved unconsciously in the flames, crowding and pushing their way over the car.
At the bend, the members of the Warwing Legion were scattered in several positions, dealing with the zombies.
Vulture, his clothes stained with blood and looking utterly disheveled, stood atop a wrecked pickup truck, stabilizing a machine gun with one hand.
While firing shots at the horde of zombies, he angrily questioned a similarly burly man beside him.
"Are you sure they're here? This place is practically a zombie abode!"
The men were dropping bombs one after another, and some were struggling to keep up.
"Yes! That's for sure, they were in this area a few days ago!"
The golden eagle stood under the car, its face pale. It was using its metal ability to control the falling bullet casings, sending them flying towards the nearest zombie's forehead.
This idea was Gavin's, who called it recycling waste.
On the other side, standing even higher, Blood Pheasant, holding a sniper rifle on the hood of a truck, occasionally and accurately snipes at zombies while simultaneously using his 'clairvoyance' to keep an eye on the movements of the surrounding zombies.
Seeing that the number of zombies surrounding him was increasing, he anxiously turned his head to look at a building next to him.
"Boss!"
He had just shouted out when he saw Carl climb out of the tenth-floor window and slide down the safety rope.
Just as Carl was about to land, he gave the order, "Withdraw!"
The twenty-odd people who were still fighting quickly sprang into action, moving backward as they fought.
At the rear, a military truck was there to pick them up. Just as they were about to approach the truck bed, several pickup trucks full of people suddenly rushed out from the front of the truck.
They were all holding various rifles, their targets clearly defined, and they opened fire on the truck wheels.
As they opened fire, they stood in the back of the pickup truck, cheering and laughing wildly.
"You little flying insects with battle wings! Go to hell! Hahaha!"
"Turn into those filthy things, and let me annihilate you!"
"Haha~ Stay here and wait to be torn to shreds!"
When the warriors were being strafed, their first instinct was to seek cover and take refuge.
When they saw that the newcomers were members of their rival, the Seaka Society, they were all furious.
The vulture cursed angrily as it tried to use its earth-based abilities to bulge the ground and stop their Pikachu from circling around.
"Those bastards in Seaka can only resort to dirty tricks!"
Various superpowers were thrown at the members of the Seakas, while those without superpowers fired a burst of guns at them.
However, the people from the Seaka Society deliberately came to provoke them. They knocked off the truck's wheels and had no intention of lingering in the fight. They stepped on the gas, dodged the attacks from the war wing, and sped away.
Seeing that the endless horde of zombies was about to catch up, Carl immediately stopped the somewhat impulsive group, "Let's get out of here first!"
The truck wheels were riddled with holes; it was clearly beyond repair.
Blood Pheasant then discovered that the Seaka Society had laid an ambush along their original retreat route, and quickly led the way to change direction and flee in another direction.
"Go this way! They're blocking the way!"
Upon hearing this, the others quickly followed. They had been searching for people for days and had already gained experience in cooperating. They knew what to do in critical moments without needing to say more.
Still seething with anger, the vulture spat fiercely in the direction where the Seakas were.
"Pah, those scum! I never want to see them again!"
The group fled in a sorry state, but fortunately the zombies weren't very fast now. After a lot of effort, the Zhan Yi members successfully shook off the zombie horde and escaped danger.
The group of about twenty people returned to Zhan Yi's current temporary residence, which was a wine estate.
As soon as they arrived at the door, Pigeon and Gavin, along with the dozen or so people who had stayed at home, came out to greet them, accompanied by a tiger and an eagle.
The bald eagles perched on the backs of Siberian tigers, each larger than the last, like mutated behemoths, creatures straight out of a mythical world.
Seeing their disheveled state, the pigeon asked in surprise and concern, "What happened?"
The vulture, still catching its breath, leaned against the large iron gate and weakly waved its paw.
"Don't even mention it, we were tricked by the Seakas."
Communications in Country Y have long been paralyzed, and even the most basic signals are being interfered with. Pigeon has been forced to retire and has temporarily become Gavin's assistant.
Upon hearing this, the pigeon's face showed anger, but it quickly concealed it, pulling a mask out of its pocket, putting it on deftly, and greeting them.
"Wounded soldiers, come this way!"
This scene plays out every day, and everyone is used to it. In the current situation, there's nothing to be particular about; people just line up in the open garden to wait for treatment.
Carl wore black leather boots and a military green combat uniform that was already covered in various stains. Beads of sweat rolling down his forehead washed away the gray and black dust on his face, leaving white streaks.
He sat down on a flower bed, took out a cigar, lit it, and stared blankly at the wounded who were receiving treatment. Anyone could tell he was distracted.
At this moment, Blood Pheasant walked over with a bottle of mineral water in his hand.
He nudged Carl's shoulder with a water bottle. "Boss."
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