In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Clang!

The deformed copper ball was thrown onto the floor, causing the entire hall to tremble.

Mo Yun's glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Luo Susu was so frightened that she turned pale and covered her mouth, afraid to make a sound.

This inhuman violence, is this... the power of the Awakened?

"Did you see that? Ye Xiao hasn't even used his full strength yet, and he can already do this."

Su Ran pointed at Ye Xiao, who had just finished warming up, and then at the rest of the group, saying, "And you are all still a bunch of giant babies waiting to be fed."

"Now, I'll ask one last time."

Su Ran held up one finger, "Go put on your gear."

silence.

A suffocating silence.

A moment later, Russell stood up unsteadily. He glanced at the still steaming bronze ball, then at Su Ran, whose eyes were icy cold.

"I'll go change my clothes."

Luo Susu lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

With the first person taking the lead, the rest, no matter how unwilling, dared not utter another word of nonsense.

They are afraid of death.

But it was precisely because they were afraid of death that they had no choice but to obey.

Five minutes later.

Fifteen "recruits" dressed in black tactical exoskeletons, their movements stiff and their faces pale, stood at the elevator entrance.

It looks both ridiculous and pathetic.

"very good."

……

It has 30 underground floors and is codenamed "Colosseum".

This is also the deepest part of the underground base. There is no air conditioning, no music, only cold, hard air filled with the smell of rust and machine oil.

The walls are reinforced with sound-absorbing steel plates, and the floor is rough, non-slip concrete, with a few dark red spots that haven't been cleaned yet.

"Clang! Clang!"

The heavy sounds of mechanical impacts echoed one after another.

Fifteen figures dressed in black individual exoskeletons lay sprawled on the ground, like dead dogs with their spines broken.

Each of them had to carry their own weight of 60 kilograms and sprint back and forth without any assistance.

"vomit"

In the corner, Zhao Tian, ​​the future "Extreme Speed" scout, was kneeling on the ground, retching violently.

He vomited bile, but he dared not stop.

Because Ye Xiao was holding a high-voltage stun gun, standing not far from him like a ghost.

Su Ran, sitting on the high observation platform, said, "You've only run two kilometers in a five-kilometer cross-country race before you're all exhausted. If the zombies catch up now, you won't even be a piece of their teeth."

"Advisor Su..."

Mo Yun, supporting himself on his knees, was as pale as a sheet. His glasses had long since flown off, and sweat dripped from his chin to the ground.

"This kind of training is unscientific. The human body has a limit; this level of training, besides causing rhabdomyolysis, is completely pointless!"

"And, and we need to rest..."

Luo Susu collapsed to the ground, staring at her hands. "I'm a musician, my hands can't be ruined..."

"puff."

Hearing their complaints, Su Ran couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Mo Yun, you're still talking to me about science?"

Su Ran stood up, walked to the railing, and looked down at everyone. "Let me tell you, I'm going to break your human limits."

"And you, Russell."

Su Ran pointed to the woman who was still crying, "Your hands are indeed precious. But in the apocalypse, you need to survive to realize their value."

"Listen, special forces geniuses."

Su Ran looked around, her tone chilling, "The reason we're giving you this extreme training is because we're out of time."

He pulled a red-headed document from his tactical vest and threw it in front of everyone.

See for yourself.

Zhao Tian picked up the document with trembling hands.

In the dim light, the line of bold black characters on it pierced everyone's eyes like a verdict:

Pre-battle mobilization order for the first phase of the "Kunlun Project" cleanup operation.

Action time: 30 hours later.

Operation codename: Dawn.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Tian was dumbfounded. "What cleaning?"

"Can't you read Chinese characters?"

Su Ran lit a cigarette, his tone devoid of any warmth, "Thirty hours from now, all twelve main gates of the Kunlun base will open simultaneously."

"The state apparatus cannot remain underground like a tortoise forever. We must establish a surface security zone and fight our way out."

"Should we launch a counterattack?" Mo Yun asked, panting heavily.

"Similar meaning."

Su Ran pointed to the red area on the map with a laser pointer. "Within a five-kilometer radius of the base, there are currently about 50,000 early-stage zombies and an unknown number of mutated beasts."

"We need to establish a safe buffer zone first; we must clear them out before they swarm into a zombie horde."

"What does this have to do with us?" Zhao Tian had a bad feeling.

Su Ran looked at him and said the cruelest words in the gentlest tone.

"You have all been assigned to the first echelon of the cleaning force."

boom!

This statement was like a bombshell, exploding in the crowd.

"The first echelon? Isn't that the vanguard?"

"Are you kidding me! The base hasn't opened for another two days! We can barely hold our guns!"

"This is sending us to our deaths!"

These words were like a bombshell, completely shattering everyone's psychological defenses.

"No! I'm not going!"

Luo Susu screamed and jumped up, "I'm in logistics! I'm an artist! I can't fight! You can't send me to my death!"

"I want to go home, I'm not training anymore, you can even put me in solitary confinement."

Zhao Tian completely broke down, clutching his head and rushing towards the elevator, yelling, "I'm not going to be some damn Awakened anymore! Let me out!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet grazed Zhao Tian's toes, struck the concrete ground, and sent sparks flying.

Zhao Tian froze.

"quiet!"

Ye Xiao stood expressionless at the elevator entrance, holding a still-smoking pistol, like a heartless god of death.

"Anyone who dares to cross this line will be subject to battlefield discipline on the spot."

Ye Xiao's voice was cold, colder than the air on the 30th floor underground.

"Want to quit? Sure."

Su Ran walked to the center of the field, flicked off his cigarette ash, and said, "I'm a very democratic person. Anyone who doesn't want to go to the battlefield, raise your hand now."

Everyone looked at each other.

A few seconds later, Luo Susu raised her hand shakily.

Next was Zhao Tian, ​​and then seven or eight other people raised their hands one after another.

Except for Mo Yun.

Although the bookworm was terrified, he seemed to realize something, and he gritted his teeth and didn't move.

"Very good, nine people."

Su Ran nodded and took out a walkie-talkie. "Director Li, nine people have applied to withdraw from the special training."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie before Li Guodong's tired but firm voice came through: "Those who withdraw will be immediately stripped of their residency in Area A and their special-grade talent files will be cancelled. Arrange for the military police to escort them to Waste Treatment Plant No. 3 in Area D to be responsible for waste degradation work. Their daily rations will be halved."

"Did you hear that?"

Su Ran put away the walkie-talkie and looked at the nine people whose faces were ashen. "There is no middle ground. Either pick up a gun and go outside to fight for that last chance of survival, betting that you can evolve into gods; or go to D District, rot in the garbage dump, and wait for the day the underground shelter is breached, and then be eaten by zombies."

"In this era, if you don't fight hard, you'll die."