"Everything I'm telling you is what I can tell you."
Yang Hong looked at him and said, "As for the rest, you will know when you are truly willing to join us."
Yang Hong glanced at his watch: "I won't force you. I'll give you five minutes to think carefully about which side you're on."
"Don't let the small favors from the living blind you to your own worth. By the time they've squeezed all your value dry and try to extract your superpower core, it will be too late."
Yang Hong's words were all reasonable.
Qin Zhao understood that although Yang Hong was trying to win him over, he was also genuinely trying to persuade him.
He never doubted the wickedness of human nature; he and Han Junche were both outcasts among people.
He's alright, at least there's a category to categorize him into; he can be a zombie even if he's not a living person. But Han Junche is different.
Qin Zhao didn't know why, at this moment, he wasn't thinking about his own situation and choices, but rather about Han Junche!
He felt like his brain had gone mad, that he actually felt sorry for Han Junche!
He poured his heart into the great unity of humanity, yet he was still inferior to them. Not only did the zombies want to kill him, but the living would also clamor to hand him over in the future.
Even if aliens don't arrive, they might still unite and drain him dry for their so-called great cause.
Tsk tsk tsk, wouldn't he be doomed without me?
What should we do?
Out of consideration for their past friendship, he had to stay and help him, pushing him to the highest position so that no living person, whether or not aliens came, would dare to easily bully him.
If Qin Zhao didn't have any goals before and just drifted along with the crowd, he now does.
Despite Qin Zhao's imagining so much, only two or three minutes had passed.
Qin Zhao thought for a moment, deciding that he might as well take the free five minutes and stall for time. Just as he was preparing to stall for five minutes and make some more ambiguous statements, the roar of a helicopter came over.
Yang Hong looked up at the helicopters in the sky and sneered, "Is Old Han's brain getting worse and worse? Hasn't he seen what happens to missiles? He actually dares to send helicopters again. Is he planning to send paratroopers?"
As soon as he finished speaking, something fell from the helicopter. It wasn't the paratroopers Yang Hong had expected, but sheets of paper.
Yang Hong frowned, then turned to Qin Zhao and said, "Has Old Han lost his mind? These are all zombies. Is he trying to cover their faces with paper by spreading propaganda to undermine morale?!"
Qin Zhao found that this old man Yang was quite interesting. Every quip he made was sharp and sarcastic. Although he didn't pay attention, he could still hear the intimacy between Yang and Han Zheng in their conversation.
Seeing the papers falling from mid-air, Qin Zhao suddenly leaped into the air, grabbed one at random, and then landed to hand it to Yang Hong: "I think Elder Yang should take a look at it first before making a decision."
"What's going on?" Yang Hong frowned deeply, but still reached out and took the flyer.
His expression changed immediately after just one glance.
Down the mountain, Chi Xia and Han Junche led the vanguard team and finally cleared out the last wave of zombies. The entire battlefield was littered with corpses, with them at the center.
The situation was so dire that after the last wave of zombies was cleared, the members of the vanguard team finally breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a wave of exhaustion.
They collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. None of them had imagined that they, a few dozen people, had killed ten thousand zombies. Before setting off, they firmly believed that they had joined not a vanguard team, but a suicide squad!
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