Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Shenhe became interested. "What type of superpower is it?"

"It seems to be telekinesis?"

Chen Jie's face showed admiration.

"I've seen her control objects, bind monsters, and even slice them in half. She's incredibly skilled."

Shenhe nodded. Telekinesis, indeed, is a versatile superpower, useful for both offense and defense, a classic.

As the two were talking, the roar of rotors came from afar, and Seagull No. 1 and No. 2 also returned to base.

Shenhe looked up and saw that he was still very interested in these national treasures and watched them take off and land with great interest.

As soon as the No. 1 plane landed, before the cabin door was fully open, a middle-aged couple rushed over, followed by two people who looked like security guards.

The woman, dressed elegantly, disregarded her manners at the moment, peering into the cabin through the doorway with eyes full of anticipation.

But even after all the crew members had disembarked, they still hadn't seen the person they were longing for.

The couple's faces paled slightly. They cautiously fixed their gaze on Wang Chen, the pilot who had disembarked from plane number one. The woman spoke in a trembling voice.

"Captain Wang...where...where is my Manluo?"

"Manluo?"

Two words drifted over on the salty sea breeze and hit Shenhe's ears. He instinctively looked up and his gaze fell on the middle-aged couple who were staggering not far away.

Jiang Manluo, this sickly woman who wholeheartedly wants to pass on her bloodline with him, has been ignored by him for the past two days. He doesn't know if she has figured things out or not, as he hasn't gone to see her.

Although she was extremely beautiful, had a stunning figure, and was willing to serve him, she could not accept that he had other women, and Shenhe could not indulge her temper.

He has his own principles. He won't easily touch a woman who knows nothing about such things, but once he does, he shouldn't have any other thoughts. He is a domineering and responsible person.

But if he's not completely clueless, he won't have so many worries; he'll do whatever he wants.

On the other side, Wang Chen shook his head at the couple and handed them a stack of Polaroid photos.

"We arrived at the location, but we couldn't find the residential building you mentioned. The original site is just an empty plot of land, without even a foundation. I'm sorry, here are some photos taken on-site for you to see."

The noblewoman's face turned pale, and her legs went weak, causing her to fall. Fortunately, the middle-aged man beside her quickly reached out and caught her waist, preventing her from falling onto the deck.

She leaned against her husband's chest, her shoulders trembling violently, tears streaming down her face, yet she couldn't even utter a sound, only repeatedly murmuring her daughter's name.

"Manluo... my Manluo..."

The man's face was somber, his eyes red-rimmed, yet he forced himself to remain calm. His hand trembled violently as he took the photo, his fingers almost dropping the paper. He knew the street in the photo all too well; it was where his daughter lived. But the apartment building he had personally chosen was truly gone.

"Thank you so much, Captain Wang, for making this trip."

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Please accept my condolences and take care of yourselves."

The middle-aged man half-embraced his beloved wife and walked deeper into the deck. When they passed the Shenhe River, he saw the river watching them, and the middle-aged man even nodded to it.

Shenhe also ordered one; he was very polite.

The couple were well-dressed and had a composed demeanor, clearly indicating a wealthy family background, which matched Jiang Manluo's description of their affluent family.

Looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Manluo, about seven or eight points. Coincidentally, he bumped into Jiang Manluo's parents.

They searched desperately for their daughter, never imagining that their precious daughter was safely in a zone more than 100 meters underground, living a more secure life than most people.

"This couple is also from Hanzhou City, but they do business in Liuzhou year-round; their family owns a chain of department stores. Yesterday, when we were searching for supplies, we found their department store and brought them out."

They donated all the inventory in the mall to the base, and even offered the locations of two large warehouses filled with daily necessities exclusively supplied to the supermarket, in considerable quantities.

Chen Jie walked to Shen He's side, his tone tinged with regret, "His only request was that we make a trip to Hanzhou City to rescue their daughter. Unfortunately..."

"What's the man's surname?" Shenhe asked casually.

"It seems... his surname is Jiang."

Shenhe raised an eyebrow slightly; there was no need to ask any more questions, the answer was already clear.

The two walked side by side along the deck.

Shenhe noticed that there weren't many soldiers patrolling the area, but quite a few survivors.

Most of these people were neatly dressed and had outstanding demeanor, clearly elites from various industries. Only a few looked like ordinary office workers.

Noticing the playful look in Shenhe's eyes, and fearing his displeasure, Chen Jie gave a wry smile and explained to him.

"These are professionals from various fields and their families. In the apocalypse, they are more useful than ordinary people, so they should be given priority in rescue."

It's unpleasant to hear, but we had no choice.

At times like these, the nation must take the lead. Only when the country is stable can we organize rescue efforts for more people.

He paused, his voice suddenly lowering, tinged with a barely suppressed sob, "Last time I flew to pick up a family member of an academician, and I happened to pass by my neighborhood. I saw my dad standing on the balcony waving at the plane... but he wasn't on the list at the time. When I had time to go back later... he was already..."

As he finished speaking, his eyes reddened, and he could no longer continue.

Shenhe stopped and turned to look at him: "You soldiers, don't you even have priority for your own family members?"

Chen Jie shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Resources are insufficient. Logistics are lagging behind; we're short of manpower, supplies, and ammunition. You see the ship is relatively safe now, but just four days ago, we were clearing zombies from the cabins."

Hearing that even frontline soldiers were not given preferential treatment, Shenhe turned around and continued walking forward.

A complex emotion flashed through my mind.

On one hand, I felt sympathy for Chen Jie, and on the other hand, I felt a little more at peace. Human nature is so complicated.

"No! Don't kill him! He wasn't bitten!"

"Stop! This was cut by barbed wire! Not bitten by zombies!"

"Why do you kill people so easily! Send us back! We'll fend for ourselves! Please don't kill him! I beg you!"

A sharp cry suddenly came from the other side of the deck, interrupting their conversation.

Shenhe and Chen Jie looked up and saw two soldiers supporting a thin man on each side, walking towards the edge of the deck.

The man was deathly pale, covered in cold sweat, and his body was as limp as a puddle of mud, requiring soldiers to drag him along to move.

Another soldier following behind was bending down to load his pistol.

Surrounding him were one man and three women, the same group of office workers who had traveled back on the same plane as Shenhe.

One of the women frantically tried to lunge at the man being held captive, but the other two women held her arm tightly. The remaining man stood aside, calmly watching the crazed woman without saying a word.

"Pantene, calm down! Jiahao is already infected! It'll be too late once he turns into a zombie!"

"Pantene, stop messing around! We didn't want this either!"