"In the end, the upper limit of individuals with this kind of contact infection source is just here. If they could catalyze thousands upon thousands of Rotting Vine infection bodies, that would truly be despairing."

On the way back, Cheng Ye suddenly felt a strange agitation in his heart.

For the past three months, he had been entirely focused on the Inspector assessment and knew almost nothing about the true face of the Buffer Zone.

He had only rigidly thought that when the wave of infection strikes, people here would be forced into chaos.

But when the infection tide truly arrived, and he had the chance to observe and think, he suddenly realized a fact:

Happiness City had survived the threat of infection tides every winter for over thirty years. If they caused chaos every time, how would it have developed to what it is today?

Not only because the defensive forces were strong, but also because the humans rooted here had unimaginable resilience, allowing them to stand firm!

"To resort to earning money off the infected body is truly a desperate measure..."

With the size of Celestial Essence Mall, renovating it would cost at least tens of thousands of Happiness Coins, and even more in the more potent Contribution Points.

Cheng Ye pondered, directly turning into Uncle Dong's small shop, pushing the door to the basement, planning to retrieve those six high-explosive grenades.

This thing is absolutely contraband in the Buffer Zone.

Even if he inquired with the Inspector identity, the weapon sales point person told him it could only be freely obtained upon issuance approval—never actively purchased in any capacity.

Apparently, they thought the threat of guns leaking was still manageable, as everyone owning a gun dispersed deterrence power.

If high-explosives were to leak out, and some fool carelessly threw them around, the harm caused would be even more deadly than the infected body.

However, now he had another idea: if the threat of the infected body was controllable, why not go on a charge and nip the infection tide in the bud at the source in Zone B-7?

"Uncle Dong left me so many books too?"

Upon opening the hidden compartment, Cheng Ye couldn't help but sigh softly.

Next to six silver high-explosive grenades were two stacks of books, at least over twenty volumes.

He casually flipped through the top two volumes, finding them full of handwritten notes on handling infected bodies, each page signed with the "Cold Winter Squad" mark.

"Thank you, Uncle Dong."

He called towards the direction the old man used to sit, picked up the two stacks of books, to prevent the rain from flooding the basement and soaking these potentially 'information-laden' books.

As he walked into the complex, where usually half the lights would be off at this hour, tonight was fully lit.

The voltage flickered in and out, like a monster breathing slowly in the darkness.

He kicked the security door shut and placed all the books in a corner.

Cheng Ye removed his raincoat, took off the hood, collapsed onto the bed, and downed three bags of nutrient paste before exhaling a long breath.

Everything he could prepare was in place—from equipment to weapons, he was fully equipped.

The information he planned to probe had also been thoroughly grasped, with unexpected surprises too.

For a small Intern Inspector, making so many preparations before the infection tide hit was indeed no small feat.

He vaguely had some insight, through that great figure mentioned by Elder Song... no, more accurately, after the Buffer Zone rules were deliberately loosened by the Idealist Faction.

The Inspector identity brought not only privileges, an iron rice bowl, and many hidden benefits, but also responsibility and duty.

For idlers, these responsibilities and obligations were burdens.

But for those in the Initial Heart Faction or those aspiring to change the status quo, they became a stepping stone upwards.

As long as one prepared well and seized the opportunity to leap, one could instantly capture unimaginable discourse power and avoid rigidly staying in one circle, scheming for benefits.

But it was too soon to dwell on this now; it was time to patiently await the infection tide's arrival.

Cheng Ye looked out the window, a streak of lightning suddenly tore through the night sky, reflecting fine silver gleams in his pupils.

The rain poured down harder!

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