Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Lin Mo's pupils contracted sharply. He stomped on the floorboards and flipped over the parapet in mid-air, leaping towards the airport with a cloud-like leap.

He stepped over the heads of zombies along the way, leaping up and down several times, his clothes fluttering in the wind, before finally landing steadily on the windowsill of the third floor of the airport building. He gripped the window frame with one hand and flipped inside.

When he landed in front of Guan Xue, he even smugly patted the dust off his shoulder.

Guan Xue opened her mouth, but after a long while, she could only manage to squeeze out one sentence:

What are you doing here?

"I was entrusted by Su Wanqing to help her best friend leave this place!"

I was originally thinking of doing another deal with you, but given the current situation, it seems unlikely.

As Lin Mo looked around, he realized that Su Wanqing hadn't told him her best friend's name.

Guan Xue frowned slightly upon hearing this, but before she could ask Lin Mo what the deal was, the floor beneath her feet suddenly shook, and a few wisps of dust fell from the ceiling.

She instinctively reached out to steady herself against the wall, her gaze returning to the approaching Corpse King outside the window.

Lin Mo leaned against the windowsill, glanced at the approaching Corpse King outside the window, and asked:

"What's the background and strength of this thing?"

"At least S-rank!"

This big-bellied zombie king is one of the most troublesome types of all zombies. Its belly is not filled with internal organs, but with intestines like chains and highly corrosive acid!

The intestines can attack from a range of hundreds of meters.

Strong acids can be sprayed dozens of meters, melting through cement walls, and if a person gets even a little bit on them, they will rot to the bone.

The most dangerous thing is that the location of each zombie king's brain is randomized, making it impossible to guess where it's located. Therefore, to kill it, you need overwhelming firepower!

At this point, a hint of despair flashed across Guan Xue's face. She had anticipated the zombie horde, but she hadn't expected the appearance of the Zombie King.

We've used up most of our explosives, so trying to achieve fire coverage is just wishful thinking.

Lin Mo listened without saying anything, but simply shifted his gaze from the Corpse King to Guan Xue, looking thoughtful.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke:

"Perhaps I have a way to help you resolve the current crisis, but this help will not be free!"

The condition is that you must join my survivor camp and from then on unconditionally obey any of my orders.

Lin Mo paused, looked into Guan Xue's eyes, and said with a serious expression.

"Once you join, there is no turning back."

If you betray me, the only consequence is death.

Where is your survivor camp?

Why are you so persistent with us?

I don't think there's anything of value in a group of people who are almost out of supplies and resources that would make you come all this way again and again.

To be honest, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to understand you.

Guan Xue stared intently at Lin Mo, her eyes full of doubt.

"To tell you the truth, I have a batch of fighter jets, bombers and missile launchers, but nobody knows how to use them, so what I need are people like you, as well as pilots, maintenance personnel, and ground crew."

Many of you are professionals in your fields; it would be a real waste if you died.

As for the location of the camp, I cannot tell you until you agree to join.

But I can assure you clearly that I have water, electricity, and food there. Once you get there, all you need to do is obey orders and work, and you'll have no worries about food and clothing!

"A fighter jet? How did you get one...?"

Guan Xue stopped speaking halfway through her sentence.

She suddenly remembered that Lin Mo had asked her about the military region's layout before, and also remembered why Zhao Tai had come to find them.

He immediately understood that all of this was caused by Lin Mo.

"So it was you!"

Guan Xue looked furious.

"It's all because you went to steal supplies from Zhao Tai's base that he attacked us!"

"I really didn't expect him to contact you."

But I think the root cause is that you are too weak.

Even without this incident, they would have made their move against you sooner or later!

Guan Xue opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but she didn't say anything.

Lin Mo was right, the food itself is the original sin!

Guan Xue turned her head and looked out the window.

The Corpse King was about to cross the ravine, slamming its thick intestines against the building's exterior wall, the sound of shattering glass echoing continuously.

Her female soldiers were frantically pouring fuel oil downstairs, the flames illuminating half the runway, but the Corpse King's body was still slowly moving in the flames, seemingly unconcerned about the flames on its body.

Her gaze swept across the faces of her armed companions on the building, then returned to Lin Mo. She sighed and spoke:

"I can't make this decision by myself; I need to discuss it with everyone."

Even if I'm the captain, I don't have the authority to decide for everyone who should follow in the future!

Lin Mo nodded:

"Alright, but hurry, you don't have much time left!"

Guan Xue turned her gaze away from the approaching Corpse King outside the window and gave the order to her adjutant to retreat.

The survivors in the building sprang into action, helping the wounded and carrying the remaining ammunition boxes as they moved down the stairs toward the back of the building.

During a break in the retreat, Guan Xue gathered everyone in the lobby on the third floor.

She flipped over and stood on an overturned service counter, raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then repeated Lin Mo's conditions from beginning to end in as calm a voice as possible.

"Listen to me, everyone."

This Mr. Lin Mo has a way to help us solve the current crisis.

But it's not a free favor.

She pointed to Lin Mo, who was standing against the wall, and her gaze swept over every tired face in the hall.

"The condition is that we all must join his survivor camp."

He said there was water, electricity, food, and clean beds there.

In exchange, we must obey his orders, work in his camp, and follow his commands.

Silence fell over the hall.

A short-haired woman carrying a rifle broke the silence first:

"Captain, is there really a place like this? It has water and electricity, and they're letting us stay there?"

Another wounded soldier, crouching in the corner, raised his bandaged arm and asked hesitantly:

"What if we go there and find out it's not like that? Will we still be able to leave then?"

Guan Xue did not answer the first question, but only said that Lin Mo needed missile soldiers, pilots and maintenance technicians, which is why he came to her door several times.

A murmur arose from the crowd, but it quickly subsided into silence.

The footsteps of the Corpse King grew closer in the distance, and the floorboards began to tremble slightly again.

An older ground technician stubbed out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and said that he had worked in aircraft maintenance for half his life, and if he could touch an airplane again, he would be willing to risk his life for someone else.

Those around him echoed his sentiments. Gradually, most people nodded in agreement.

For them, today might be the last day. By agreeing, they at least have a glimmer of hope. If things turn out badly, they can always find a way to escape.

A small group of people, clutching their guns, crouched in a corner, neither nodding nor shaking their heads, expressing their final stubbornness through silence.

Guan Xue glanced around and, seeing that most people had no objections, turned to Lin Mo and said that everyone agreed to join and there were no objections.