The superhuman who had been hidden by the city lord and had already turned into a zombie was pushed out from the cage.
"There's still one!"
Those in power screamed and retreated.
The city lord ignored them and simply nodded at Jack.
Jack understood, jumped off the platform, and opened the cage.
"What are you trying to do! Close it, close it now!" A fat man covered in fat grabbed Si Beiting's clothes tightly. "General, protect me!"
Si Beiting pulled his clothes back and kicked the fat man away: "Get lost."
Off the field.
The zombie roared as it burst out of the cage and attacked Jack.
Jack was completely undefended, and as the zombies were about to rush towards him, he took out a whistle.
"call out!"
The whistle blew, and the zombies stopped moving as if they had come to an abrupt halt.
At this moment, a tiger was released into the entrance of the fighting arena.
Jack blew his whistle rhythmically. The zombie struggled in place for a moment, then abandoned the freshest human blood and charged towards the tiger.
Then, other animals were thrown in.
Each time Jack threw in one, he would make the zombie release its hold and go hunt the new one.
The fear in the eyes of the powerful figures on the high platform dissipated as they approached the railing to observe this extraordinary sight.
"Lord, what is Lieutenant General Jack doing...?"
The city lord smiled slightly, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "Gentlemen, what you see is my answer."
The city lord was smiling, but everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Just how powerful can someone who can control zombies be in this apocalypse?
The person who first proposed changing the city lord was so frightened that he could barely stand.
Chu Xinxin and Si Beiting exchanged a glance, their faces grim.
Zombies are impervious to pain and fatigue, and possess strong attack power.
If humanity falls under the control of this group, it is foreseeable that we will be plunged into endless wars.
Sister, they only have one whistle.
Chu Xinxin's fingers curled slightly: "What do you mean?"
The whistle was made from the skull of a level-two zombie; its special material allowed it to control even the lowest-level zombie.
The skull of a level 2 zombie...
A thought flashed through Chu Xin's mind, and she remembered.
"The zombie that Jiang Mo dissected!"
Yes, the "fetus" inside that zombie was a level two zombie...
Chu Xinxin looked at the whistle in Jack's mouth and felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
[The whistle is just a part of a level-two zombie's body, and it's an inanimate object. I guess it can only control the number of zombies at most, one at most.]
Otherwise, why would they have moved the remaining four to St. Light Hospital?
Chu Xinxin breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Lord of the city, can you explain why the zombie incident at Holy Light Hospital still occurred if you have a way to control zombies?"
Reporters from the Base Daily bravely rushed up to interview them.
The room fell silent immediately after he said that.
Those in real power also realized what was happening, and their eyes flashed with calculation.
Yes, if it can be controlled, why does that situation still occur, unless...
"I am deeply saddened by the sacrifices of the pioneers who perished in the Holy Light Hospital incident." The city lord's smile vanished, and he reverted to his dignified old man form.
"The incident happened so suddenly that Lieutenant General Jack couldn't get there in time, and besides... we only had one level-two zombie skull, so we could only make one whistle..."
The city lord suddenly turned to look at Si Beiting: "Speaking of which, when General Si went to reclaim District 11 last time, he encountered a low-level zombie horde commanded by a level-two zombie. There should be even more level-two zombies in District 11..."
"General, really?"
"General, name your price. I want to hire you to go to District 11 and find two level-two zombies for me!"
"I want one too..."
Si Beiting was entangled, and by the time he got rid of those people, the city lord, Jack, and the zombie had long since disappeared.
"Damn it, you tricked me!"
Si Beiting gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the clothes, regretting that he hadn't worn them today.
He found this in a luxury store in the 13th district of the frontier. Before the apocalypse, this was called haute couture!
Sister, please go and comfort him. I think he's about to cry.
The system couldn't bear to do it.
Chu Xinxin had a question: "General, aren't you under the base's jurisdiction?"
Logically speaking, Si Beiting has a military rank, receives a salary from the base, and lives in a small villa allocated by the base, so he should be under the command of the base.
Why did so many people want him to run errands for them just now?
The city lord didn't stop them.
"You know I'm from Base C, right?" Si Beiting finally gave up on his wrinkled clothes and moved closer to Chu Xinxin to explain.
Chu Xinxin nodded.
C-base and S-base are two independent and different regimes.
Unlike the lifelong tenure of the S base city lord, the C base uses a rotation system, with the ten leaders taking turns as city lord every two years.
“It won’t be my turn until next year,” Si Beiting smiled. “So I’m free now.”
"That doesn't make sense. Why would he have to obey the city lord's orders and go on a blind date with you?"
The system doesn't quite understand.
Chu Xinxin felt that as a native, she needed to explain herself to the system.
But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't figure out why.
Seeing that she still looked quite puzzled, Si Beiting had no choice but to explain in more detail.
"Although Base C and Base S have different leaders, their base rules are the same, as are their military ranks. At Base S, I'm somewhat like a foreign minister..."
"So Base S has to give me money, a house, and a girlfriend..."
"Once I return to Base C, Base S and I will be united in marriage, a powerful alliance that will allow us to dominate the other smaller bases."
Seeing Si Beiting's grinning face, Chu Xinxin felt that there was a high probability that this person would rise to power.
Base C is doomed.
......
The fact that the evolutionary substance extracted from the body of a level-two zombie could control lower-level zombies was spread through the base's daily newspaper.
Those in power were unwilling to remain subservient to others forever, so they hired teams of superhumans to venture into Area 11 and search for level-two zombies.
"Boss, it's not that we don't want to go, it's just that Area 11 is really too dangerous..."
The superhuman looked at the glittering gold coins and refused them with great heartache.
"Danger? How dangerous?" The boss had someone bring another box. "Squad 01 only lost one person. Can't you just bring more people and weapons?"
The superhuman hesitated and struggled.
The shopkeeper added another box, and the superhuman finally nodded.
Such scenarios are constantly unfolding at Base S.
The City Lord's Mansion.
Jack was reporting that five more teams of superhumans had left the city today.
"No one can escape greed..."
The city lord chuckled softly twice: "Jack, let Si Beiting set off as well."
Jack hesitated, "He... he probably won't go."
Despite his seemingly carefree and cheerful demeanor, Si Beiting is actually incredibly insightful.
It's impossible for him to risk his own people for the sake of others' selfish desires.
The city lord shook his head: "Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman... Tell Chu Xinxin that among the three escaped zombies, one retained human intelligence. Perhaps the answer to the vaccine she's been searching for her whole life can be found in that zombie..."
"If Chu Xinxin goes, he will definitely go too..."
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