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

He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and ordered all active-duty soldiers and civilian personnel to be moved into the underground space in an orderly manner.

The underground parking garage of the financial center was designed with three layers of nuclear shelters in mind when it was first built. Later, it was converted into underground warehouses and temporary dormitories by the engineering corps. The ventilation and water supply systems are quite good and can accommodate the residents.

All the fixed sentry posts on the wall were replaced with hidden ones, and everyone took turns on duty.

The number of air raid lookout towers has increased from one to three, providing 24-hour continuous monitoring of the sky. Once an unidentified flying object or a suspected missile trajectory is detected, the air raid siren will be sounded immediately, and everyone will evacuate to the underground shelter.

As for actively seeking out that so-called Southeast Region Overlord.

He doesn't have that ability yet.

The only high-end combat force he had was Chi Linglong, a Xiantian expert, while he himself had only just broken through to the Xiantian realm.

The other self-defense soldiers, though well-trained, were not on the same level in terms of individual combat capability.

Coming to our door is practically suicide. The best strategy right now is to defend our current territory, improve our strength as quickly as possible, and then plan for the future.

After arranging everything, Lin Mo returned to the main world with a thought.

He first called Lin Qingyue and asked her to drive over to pick up the newly acquired crystal cores and deliver them all to Dajiang Pharmaceuticals to be given to Liu Shiya.

This batch of crystal cores, combined with the inventory previously scavenged from Xin Jinling, is enough to keep the production line running for quite some time.

Lin Qingyue agreed and hung up the phone to arrange a vehicle.

Lin Mo stood alone in the center of the warehouse, taking out the eight high-level gene serums that he had seized from Zhou Zhengxiong from his spatial storage.

The pale blue liquid sloshed slightly in the metal syringe, emitting a dim fluorescent glow.

He had previously used a high-level potion in the safe zone, which directly upgraded his physical body to the late stage of C-level.

He now has eight weapons, which should be enough to push him to A-level mutant status.

After sitting down in the office, Lin Mo picked up the first syringe, pressed it against his arm, and pulled the trigger.

A few days later, on the central island of Shanghai.

This place, once the most prosperous financial center of the Great Xia Kingdom, has now been transformed into the largest survivor camp in the southeastern region.

A steel wall tens of meters high stretches along the coastline, turning the entire peninsula into a giant military fortress.

Every few dozen steps along the wall, there was a heavy machine gun turret, anti-aircraft guns and missile launchers scattered about, and searchlights on the watchtowers swept across the surrounding seabed and land day and night.

Below the city wall lies a dry beach hundreds of meters wide, densely covered with barbed steel bars and anti-tank barriers. Several rusty, abandoned cargo ships have been towed ashore to serve as fixed firing positions, their turrets pointing darkly at the boundless, dry seabed.

Judging from the sophistication and density of these defensive facilities, this camp definitely has a military background.

Although the interior of the central island was also covered with a layer of yellow soil characteristic of the post-apocalyptic world, there were no longer any wandering zombies on the streets.

Most of the buildings are well preserved, and there are even a few shops open on the street, mainly selling weapons and daily necessities, with crystal cores as the currency.

The survivors passing by on the road were all neatly dressed and relaxed, a stark contrast to the refugees who had just crawled out of the ruins.

Everything here is in perfect order. If you ignore the perpetually gray sky overhead and the faint salty smell in the air, you would almost think you've returned to a coastal military base before the apocalypse.

A modified military jeep slowly drove into the core area along the main road of the central island and stopped in front of an impressive high-rise building.

Grandpa Chai stepped out of the back seat, his left arm wrapped in thick bandages, his face pale and almost bloodless.

The sword wounds inflicted by Chi Linglong had been initially treated by the military doctor, but the sword energy of a master of innate cultivation was not so easy to heal, and the wounds were still oozing pale red tissue fluid.

He gritted his teeth, straightened his collar, and walked into the building accompanied by two guards.

Top floor, Southeast Theater Command Center.

Zhang Donghai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the door, gazing at the gray-yellow seabed in the distance.

He was in his forties, with a buzz cut typical of soldiers. Most of his hair was already white, and his face was marked with several scars of varying depths. The most conspicuous one was a line that ran diagonally from his forehead to his left cheek, a scar left during the early days of the apocalypse when he was clearing out mutated beasts along the coast.

He maintained the upright posture of a professional soldier, and even in this apocalyptic world, he never slacked off in physical training.

What lies hidden beneath the seemingly calm, dark trench outside the window is the reason he stands here gazing every day.

The mutated beasts in the sea are evolving at an accelerated pace, and in recent months their activity patterns have been getting closer and closer to the coastline.

There was a knock on the door behind me.

Zhang Donghai didn't turn around, but simply said, "Come in."

Master Chai pushed open the door and walked in. His usual domineering manner was completely gone. He gave Zhang Donghai a standard military salute and said in a low voice:

"Commander Zhang, I'm back. There was a slight mishap with the mission."

Zhang Donghai turned around, his gaze sweeping over the man's bandaged left arm. Without exchanging pleasantries or blaming him, he simply pointed to the chair opposite him:

"Sit down and talk."

Grandpa Chai sat down in the chair and gave a general account of the events leading up to and following his trip to Dawn City.

Zhou Zhengxiong's son caused trouble in Shuguang City and was detained. Zhou Zhengxiong raised one million crystal cores to ransom him and arranged for him to hide in a container truck during the transaction to prepare for a sneak attack.

As it turned out, there was a woman in white beside the other party. She was extremely strong, at least SSS level, and her swordsmanship was exquisite. She was probably a descendant of some martial arts family.

He couldn't gain the slightest advantage under her sword.

These wounds on my body were all inflicted by that woman; I barely managed to escape with all my might.

As for what happened to Zhou Zhengxiong in the end, he was still alive when he passed away, but what happened after that is unclear.

Zhang Donghai leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger:

"I've recently heard some rumors about Lin Mo in Dawn City."

First, news came from the Dajiang Safety Zone that they had obtained the core production equipment for advanced gene-based drugs. Then, they rose from the ruins out of thin air, collecting crystal cores in exchange for supplies. Even an old fox like Zhou Zhengxiong fell into their hands.

"To be able to build such a large empire from scratch in just one month, Lin Mo is indeed no ordinary person."

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Master Chai.

"Do you think I should send troops to eliminate this newly emerged troublemaker?"