Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 448: The Seven-Person Squad

In the northern district of Tianhai City, near the boundary with Xingyun City, the snowy ground was littered with the corpses of hundreds of zombies. Referring to them as "corpses" might be inaccurate—they were dead to begin with, driven only by their instinct to gather where food could be found.

Amidst the zombie horde, several figures moved, collecting blood, flesh, and other biological samples from the bodies.

On a nearby hill, a man dressed in black stood silently, his gaze fixed on the distant subway station exit. His attire was peculiar: in such conditions, he wore pure black clothing, complete with oversized black sunglasses. His cold, pale face looked almost sickly, as though meticulously sculpted with a knife.

Despite his gaunt frame and unhealthy appearance, the middle-aged man exuded an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

The six people with him, also dressed in black, shared his enigmatic presence. In a snowy landscape, white would be the ideal camouflage, so anyone wearing black could only be one of two types:

Those supremely confident in their abilities.

Those secure in their identity, knowing no one would dare attack them.

Or perhaps they embodied both.

These individuals were not native to Tianhai City; they hailed from Jiangnan District’s Blizzard City, a fortress that had stood strong since the apocalypse began and housed hundreds of thousands of survivors.

The seven-person squad was dispatched by Blizzard City’s supreme commander, Zhu Zheng, to handle the zombie crisis in Tianhai City.

The zombies had rampaged across Tianhai City for some time, growing in numbers and spreading to nearby cities. This caused widespread panic and drew the attention of Jiangnan District.

These weren’t the sluggish, easy-to-kill zombies of the past. They were swift, immensely strong, and exceptionally hard to kill. Such creatures posed a threat not just to civilians but also to fully armed elite soldiers.

Given this, Jiangnan District had no choice but to take the matter seriously. With Tianhai City’s population of 20 million, the potential for disaster was unimaginable if most of them turned into zombies and began spreading nationwide.

The squad, led by the sunglasses-wearing Bian Junwu, was dispatched to investigate and address the crisis.

After finishing their collection of biological samples, the team regrouped with Bian Junwu.

"Captain, we’ve gathered all the data we need from these zombies," said Meng Siyu, a long-haired, spirited expert in medicine and biology.

Bian Junwu shifted his gaze from the distance, his sunglasses obscuring his expression.

"No thermal signatures detected," he remarked coldly. "Just a small group of zombies here, with no signs of superhuman control."

He paused, then added, "We’ll analyze the samples to determine if this is the work of someone controlling them or just the virus itself. Headquarters is very concerned about this."

Suddenly, Bian Junwu doubled over in a violent coughing fit, sounding as though he might cough up his lungs.

"Captain, are you okay?" asked the vice-captain, Baili Changqing, a stocky, broad-shouldered man with a gentle smile that belied his imposing appearance. 𝖗ＡƝо𝔟ЕŞ

Bian Junwu waved dismissively. "I’m fine. Just an old condition."

The rest of the team exchanged worried glances. Their captain’s health was notoriously poor, but underestimating him would be a grave mistake. Even within Jiangnan District, Bian Junwu was a renowned powerhouse.

"Judging by their behavior, it seems like the virus is driving their actions," Meng Siyu noted hesitantly. "But something feels... off."

Bian Junwu’s sharp, pale features remained emotionless. "Researching this on our own will take too long. We’ll need the local factions to assist in our investigation."

Baili Changqing scratched his head. "Since the apocalypse, there’s been little contact between Jinling and Tianhai City. From what I’ve heard, the shelters here are a mess, with leadership changing hands repeatedly."

Bian Junwu’s tone turned icy. "It doesn’t matter who’s in charge. Faced with this crisis, they must cooperate with us fully."

He continued, his voice resolute:

"This land belongs to Jiangnan District. All within it are subject to our authority. In the past, we let them govern themselves, but now that such a major issue has arisen, they must take responsibility for this zombie crisis."

At that moment, a sharp-looking young man approached, tucking a laptop into his backpack.

"As you instructed, I’ve contacted the leaders of Tianhai City’s factions under Jiangnan District’s name, requesting a meeting this afternoon," the young man reported. "That includes Zhang Yi, whom you specifically mentioned."

The man hesitated before asking, "According to our intel, Zhang Yi only commands a team of fewer than ten people. Shouldn’t we focus on larger factions for assistance? They’re too small to make a difference."

Bian Junwu replied calmly, "The data suggests that Zhang Yi’s territory has the fewest zombie issues. Despite their small numbers, every member of his team is an elite. To resolve the crisis in Tianhai City, we’ll need every bit of strength we can muster."

The young man shrugged. "You’re the boss. Whatever you say."

Bian Junwu was accustomed to his casual demeanor. Those with ability often came with quirks, and every member of this special squad was among Blizzard City’s top superhumans.

"Let’s head to the central building," Bian Junwu said.

The "central building" was the former administrative hub of Tianhai City, located in the city’s heart. It symbolized the city’s past authority and served as a neutral meeting point for the factions.

Vice-captain Baili Changqing chuckled. "We’re here representing Jiangnan District, but do you think the local factions will accept us?"

Qi Guangming, the squad’s sniper, smirked. "If they don’t, we’ll just beat them into submission. None of them could stand up to Jiangnan District anyway."

The team’s banter reflected their confidence; to them, even large factions like West Hill Base or the Followers of the Snow God were insignificant compared to the might of Jiangnan District.

The seven boarded a large snow vehicle. Wu Di, the flamboyant long-haired driver, set the vehicle’s navigation system. Unlike most in Tianhai City, they had no trouble using satellite-based navigation, a testament to their advanced resources.

The vehicle roared to life and headed toward the central building.

Author's Note