The Flower-Flower Fruit User of Infinite Terror

"The president is dead, and four of the six chiefs of staff are missing."

"The zombie outbreak has now spread throughout the Americas, social order has collapsed, and governments are in a state of panic."

"The larger the city, the more severe the disaster. Dense populations and advanced modern transportation have become the best medium for the spread of the zombie virus."

Thierry led Shen Jun and Gerry toward the command hall, explaining the current global situation to them.

"The Lone Ranger has been approved to join!"

A US military commander stood in front of the command platform, holding a walkie-talkie, giving instructions.

Shen Jun glanced at the large screen not far away.

The screen displayed the current infection data for North America, which was constantly and rapidly increasing. One second the data was 31 million, and the next it jumped to 35 million.

This speed is terrifying; it doesn't seem like the kind of speed at which a bite-borne infection could occur.

On the large screen, the red dots on the map were rapidly expanding.

Some soldiers sat not far away, trying to contact some of the victims.

However, if the rescue was difficult or the rescued person was not of significant value, they would simply give it a perfunctory response.

Meanwhile, a dozen virologists and biologists gathered to discuss the cause of this sudden outbreak and the illogically rapid spread of "zombie infection."

Many experts agree that once the source of the virus is found, they will be able to develop a vaccine.

Shen Jun stood not far away and looked around.

In fact, he knew the virus's weakness: the zombies in this world would only attack and infect healthy creatures, and would not attack creatures with disabilities or defects.

For example, amputation, serious illness, or congenital disability.

"The earliest report of the zombie outbreak came from the Humphries military camp on the peninsula, but we have been unable to contact them since the outbreak."

"So I need Gerry and Shen to go to the peninsula together to investigate the source of the zombie outbreak."

"Gerry, you are very good at investigation. Shen, I have heard Gerry talk about you. You are very strong in combat and have excellent military skills."

"And Dr. Fassber will go there with you to help develop the vaccine."

Thierry looked at Shen Jun and Gerry Lane and said.

Not far away, an Indian expert who was meeting with the other experts stood there, smiling and nodding at the two of them.

Shen Jun frowned as he looked at the guy; his appearance alone gave off an unreliable vibe...

However, Shen Jun also felt that leaving the aircraft carrier for investigation was an opportunity.

If they stayed on the aircraft carrier, with the unconventional firepower of modern aircraft carriers—more than 4,000 rounds per minute of machine guns, medium- and short-range air defense missiles, and stealth fighters—he estimated that the Indian team wouldn't dare to approach them.

To be honest, having read the original novel, I feel that the Indian team is really quite low-class.

"It's settled then, but we need some resources."

Shen Jun looked at Thierry and readily agreed.

"No problem at all."

Thierry nodded.

"But……"

Gerry hesitated, looking at the group. He wanted to stay with his family more.

"Gerry, I think you should reconsider. Everyone on this ship has their own value."

"If you have no value, even if we are friends, I can't guarantee that your family will stay on the ship forever."

Thierry looked at Griezmann and said helplessly.

"Shit!"

Upon hearing this, Gerry cursed angrily.

Soon after.

in the dormitory.

Shen Jun went to bed number thirteen and sat down:

"Just letting you know, we're taking a break today. We need to go to the peninsula tomorrow."

Why?

Zhao Yingkong squatted on the bed, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"They claimed to be investigating the source of the zombie virus, but in reality, it was a ploy to lure out the enemy."

Shen Jun moved closer and whispered.

"Understood."

Zhao Yingkong nodded.

"Get some rest, everyone. We're about to face the Indian team."

Shen Jun glanced at Zhao Yingkong, Ming Yanwei, and Zhan Lan, then reached out and took out a novel to read.

Zhao Yingkong curiously came over and glanced at the book, which was titled "A Song of Ice and Fire: Game of Thrones".

...

night.

Shen Jun put down the book in his hand, yawned, and glanced at the three women sleeping soundly beside him.

Then he got up and left the dormitory, gently closing the door behind him as he walked towards the bathroom.

The door slowly opened, and a figure stepped out.

Not long after.

At the entrance to the restroom.

Shen Jun opened the bathroom door, walked in, and prepared to relieve himself and then rest.

Just then, a hand reached out and stopped the door from closing.

Shen Jun looked at Ming Yanwei, who was standing outside in a combat uniform and had a graceful figure, with surprise.

Ming Yanwei walked in and moved closer.

"What's up?"

Shen Jun looked down at her fair face.

Ming Yanwei didn't say anything.

Her slender arms were wrapped around his neck.

He stepped on the shoes to make himself taller.

They kissed.

Shen Jun suddenly realized what was happening and then responded.

...

In the future.

More than an hour later.

Ming Yanwei understood that in order to survive in this terrifying God's Space and accelerate her growth, she needed a powerful person to guide her.

She lacked both the protection and experience of the other party.

Moreover, she wasn't sure if she would actually be able to bring herself to kill someone she met in the future.

Ming Yanwei was very shrewd; she knew that the truly powerful team was never this fledgling Central Continent Team, but rather its formidable captain.

In short, Ming Yanwei really wants to improve!

"Alright, let's go back."

Shen Jun straightened his disheveled coat and patted Ming Yanwei's bottom.

"Okay, then you have to protect me from now on."

Mingyan smiled and looked at him as she spoke.

"Don't say such meaningless things. I will definitely protect every official member."

Shen Jun smiled and then opened the bathroom door.

Ming Yanwei rolled her eyes at him and followed him out.

The black soldier standing at the door waiting to use the restroom stared at Shen Jun's back in disbelief.

Soon after.

in the dormitory.

Ming Yanwei returned to bed number thirteen and lay down on her side.

"What's that smell? Where did you go?"

Zhan Lan woke up groggily, frowning as she looked at Ming Yanwei.

"None of your business."

Ming Yanwei frowned and said, "Close your eyes and rest."

...

next door.

Shen Jun walked to bed number seven, kicked Li Xiaoyi and the others a few times to push them further in, and then lay down comfortably on the bed.

"Holy crap, who the hell is this...?"

Li Xiaoyi was about to curse when he glanced to the side and quickly shut up.

...

The following morning, Shen Jun and his entourage, having made all the necessary preparations, boarded a C-130 Hercules tactical transport aircraft and departed from the aircraft carrier.

Inside the transport plane cabin, Greeline and Dr. Fassbe discussed the rules that would need to be followed.

Dr. Fassbee looked impatient and fiddled with the pistol in his hand.

Shen Jun sat not far away, and Ming Yanwei was teaching him how to use a bow and arrow.

Glancing at the bespectacled Fassbey not far away, Shen Jun stood up, walked over, and took the pistol from the other man's hand.