If we can avoid a direct confrontation with this Fusion Body, all the better.

But he had a vague feeling that the monster had already set its sights on him and wouldn't give up easily.

"Now it's a race against time to see if it evolves faster, or if we organize our defense line first!"

A sense of urgency surged like a tide, and Cheng Ye immediately shouted orders, accelerating the three hundred-strong formation in an instant.

Whenever they encountered Infected Bodies along the way, there was no need for him to give commands; Long and Er Long on the flanks could lead the charge and take them down.

At the rear, Huang Sheng and Wu Zhihong also had some command capability and could lead the militia in evolving into eight-man tactical formations.

At first, everyone was still a bit scared, firing their guns.

After crossing a street and taking down dozens of Infected Bodies, only the sound of short knives plunging into flesh was left.

Cheng Ye's steps were elusive, occasionally sliding past the fallen Infected Bodies.

A pleasant alert sounded in his ear.

[Detecting dispersion...]

[Successfully supplemented information rate: 0.07, 0.12, 0.15, 0.01...]

Even though three drones were circling above to assist with monitoring, alerting the team to avoid the infection waves, preventing ambushes, and calculating contribution distribution,

he was not at all worried that these actions would reveal anything unusual to others.

[Intern Collector 'Cheng Ye' has reached 30% information acquisition progress!]

[Keep up the good work!]

"30%?"

Cheng Ye nodded slightly, the speed indeed much faster than before.

Absorbing consciousness might be quick in solo combat if the Infected Body dies.

But the issue lies in having to cut open the head of the Infected Body after its death to retrieve the source of infection.

No matter how skillful Zhu Xiang was, it couldn't match the speed of thirty people working simultaneously.

"Almost there!"

Zone B-7 consisted of a total of seven streets, and no place was far away in a straight line.

The team charged forward, crashing through, and from afar they saw more than ten shady figures squatting in front of a shop, trying to pry open the door.

Seeing the approaching main force, those people turned to flee. Cheng Ye's sharp eyes and quick hands pulled out a gun and shot.

Bam.

The bullet accurately hit the ground in front of the leader, and the scattering stones froze them in place out of fright.

"Capture them!"

Long immediately led people forward to restrain them, asking about their identity, "They're from the pedestrian street and heard that there were equipments moved in here before, wanted to take them to protect themselves."

"Protect themselves?"

Cheng Ye smirked, never believing such nonsense again.

"Later, use them to lure the Fusion Body. If they survive, let them go; if not, they deserve death."

"Understood." Long raised both hands in agreement with Cheng Ye's decision.

In wartime, wartime rules should apply.

If they were released and bore a grudge, at a critical moment against the Fusion Body, a couple of sneaky shots might ruin everything.

[Searching for nearby emergency ammo supply points...]

[Search successful, opening now!]

[Inspector Cheng Ye, your current remaining opening quota: '3']

The Defense Communication flashed a prompt.

The depot's door, having been pried at for a long time, finally slowly lifted, releasing a strong smell of gun oil.

Cheng Ye glanced at the door panel, astonished to find it was solid anti-explosion steel, at least finger-width thick, no wonder those people couldn't pry it open despite their efforts.

The people controlled by Long saw the door open and had a ghostly look on their faces.

"How... can he open it?"

"Shut up, or I'll chop you up right here." Long stretched out a hand and slapped the speaker on the head without even looking, but his eyes were still fixed on the store inside.

With a rumbling sound, as the steel door fully lifted, the internal lights automatically illuminated.

Gasps echoed one after another, even Cheng Ye was stunned on the spot.

This was no ordinary emergency supply point; it was a compact, well-stocked armory!

Although Happiness City was a powerful industrial Shelter City, with weapons and ammo mass-produced to the point they were as cheap as cabbage, the sight here was still extraordinary for everyone.

At the entrance, five crates of defensive pistols were neatly arranged like tofu blocks, with each crate's capacity of 45 pieces marked clearly on the side.

The frontmost wooden crate had been unsealed, and the pistols laying horizontally on top gleamed with a frosty blue light under the lamp, with their production serial numbers on the slide still shining with fresh grease, evidently new products just off the production line before the infection wave struck.

Behind them were another three crates of defensive rifles arranged in the same orderly fashion, each containing 30 pieces.

The streamlined body resembled the M4s often seen in games, equally fresh off the line.

The towering heavy-duty rack was filled densely with ammo boxes.

The red markings on each box, indicating 2,500 rounds, were particularly conspicuous, with different calibers stacked together, totaling at least twenty to thirty thousand rounds.

But the most absurd part was, tucked at the very back, Cheng Ye saw four mounted defense machine guns on tripod stands, their cooling slots glistening menacingly.

Beside them, two olive-green rocket launchers leaned against the wall, with ten rocket rounds marked with yellow at the tails neatly arrayed in a dedicated rack, their armor-piercing grooves clearly visible.

"This..."

Cheng Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, eventually only able to silently utter in his heart, "Praise Happiness City!"

At this moment, he was immensely grateful that he came to an industrial Shelter City rather than an agricultural one.

Faced with the infection wave, Happiness City might be short on many things, but weapons and ammo would not disappoint anyone with intentions to stand up.

"What are you all still gaping at? Go in batches and change guns, stow away those broken guns!"

Cheng Ye bellowed.

The stunned crowd suddenly came to their senses, their eyes burning as they rushed into the warehouse.

Previously, when Cheng Ye mentioned fetching weapons and ammo, they weren't excited because they weren't sure if they'd get any.

But now, there was more than enough!

225 new pistols, and 90 rifles, fully capable of equipping 300 people with some to spare.

After all, each machine gun required two people to operate.

Long and Er Long also rushed in to exchange for a rifle, their grinning faces looking just like kids who got candy.

Seeing Cheng Ye looking over with an odd expression, Long rubbed the gun body and explained, "The last time I touched this rifle was six winters ago when the infection wave hit, and the higher-ups issued some to the community. I was lucky to shoot a few magazines, then never touched it again."

Cheng Ye "hmm"ed, curiously asking, "Why did the Pioneer Corps disband?"

"It's a long story, both top-level and bottom-level reasons."

Long's fingers brushed the stock, "But ultimately, people weren't willing to pioneer anymore. A settlement that took so much effort to build could be destroyed by a single infection wave."

"Besides, with Happiness City growing larger and larger, there's no need for the Pioneer Corps to dig resources outside, now many smaller settlements voluntarily exchange resources for goods."

He looked at the excited crowd inside the store, his tone a bit wistful, "Times have changed, life has stabilized, pioneers are no longer needed."

"So, deep down, people still want to go out?"

"Of course, how can someone be confined to a cramped shop their whole life, going through life and death?"

The intense ambition almost oozed from his words.

Cheng Ye smiled slightly, not finding it strange, and patted Long on the shoulder.

"Do well, seize the opportunity when it comes."

A simple sentence, but more empowering than any grand slogan.

Visibly, Long's face started turning red, his breathing becoming heavy.

Isn't this exactly why they were willing to follow Cheng Ye out?

To fight for survival!

To fight for the idea!

Over ten minutes later, the team had completed their equipment changeover, regrettably, no grenades or similar impact area weapons were found in the warehouse.

It seemed that even with the advent of the infection wave, the high-level officials viewed the hazards of explosive weapons as still far greater than those of Infected Bodies, or rather...

Recalling the scene of explosions and the Starfish infection wave immediately evolving several Fusion Bodies,

Cheng Ye's heart skipped a beat, it seemed there was still information that hadn't been released from above.

But now with rocket launchers and machine guns, it wasn't bad at all, as long as it wasn't a terrifying tide like in Zone A, even if a thousand Infected Bodies came, this armed team had the confidence to face them head-on!

Three hundred people re-formed the ranks, their gazes blazing as they looked at Cheng Ye.

He didn't shout any motivational slogans, instead, lifted the Thunder 1 from his back, aiming the barrel towards the sky:

"Everyone!"

"With a gun in hand, follow me!"

"Tonight, we clear Zone B-7!"

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