I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

Chapter 713 The Missing Civilians

The sky was turning pale, and a new day had begun. But everyone knew that the world had changed. Only by uniting together could we survive in this apocalypse.

And Zhang Chen will lead them towards hope.

In the most luxurious underground club in Northern Xinjiang, several well-dressed elderly men were sitting around a mahogany round table.

"Come, have another drink!" Mr. Zhao, who was in his sixties, raised his crystal goblet. "This is the 82 Lafite before the end of the world!"

"Haha, Brother Zhao is really generous!" Old man Qian, who was sitting in the main seat, laughed while stuffing caviar into his mouth.

The table in front of them was filled with delicacies: abalone, bird's nest, truffles... These ingredients that had long been extinct in the apocalypse were generously placed on the table here.

"What a pity," Boss Wang wiped his mouth, "Zheng Tianhu, that idiot, can't even handle Zhang Chen."

"Hehe," Old Man Li laughed sinisterly, "The snow beasts we trained have been infected. They should be making a big fuss outside now, right?"

"Great!" Old Man Qian's eyes lit up. "Let them kill each other, and we'll reap the benefits!"

"But..." Mr. Zhao lowered his voice, "Zheng Tianhu died too quickly, and the evidence..."

"What are you afraid of!" Boss Wang said disdainfully, "The evidence is all in the underground vault. That's a secret base that even Zheng Tianhu doesn't know about."

"Yes," Old Man Li picked up his wine glass, "When the storm has passed, we will support a puppet, and sooner or later the Northern Frontier will be ours!"

"Come on, let's toast to our plan!"

Just as they were about to clink their glasses, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

"What a big appetite."

Everyone turned their heads suddenly and saw that Zhang Chen had been standing at the door, followed by Gulimia and Qiao Na.

"Zhang...Zhang Chen!" The faces of several old guys changed drastically.

"What's up?" Zhang Chen walked in slowly, "Are you surprised to see me?"

"You...why are you here?" Old Man Qian asked tremblingly.

"Thanks to Qiao Na," Zhang Chen said with a smile, "She has been following you for several days."

Qiao Na sneered and took out the recorder and pressed the play button. Their conversation just now was played clearly.

"Impossible!" Boss Wang shouted, "The signal is blocked here!"

"Yes," Zhang Chen nodded, "but you forgot that Qiao Na is the top technical expert in Northern Xinjiang."

"So what!" Old Man Li suddenly stood up, "What evidence do you have to prove that we released the snow beast?"

Zhang Chen snapped his fingers calmly. Gulimiya took out a tablet, which showed surveillance footage: a clear picture of several old guys controlling the snow beasts in the secret base.

"This...this is fake!" Mr. Zhao screamed.

"Fake?" Zhang Chen sneered, "Then the evidence in the underground vault must also be fake, right?"

The faces of several old guys turned pale instantly.

"You...you have found the vault?"

"Not only that," Zhang Chen said, "all the information inside has been backed up. All the evidence of your crimes of plundering the people and exploiting them over the years is there."

"What do you want?" Old man Qian finally showed a frightened expression.

"What do I want?" Zhang Chen looked around. "What do you think those soldiers who are fighting desperately outside would think if they knew you were living a life of drunkenness and debauchery here?"

"We can give you money!" Boss Wang said hastily, "Any amount is fine!"

"Snapped!"

Gulimiya slapped him in the face: "Do you think the leader is your kind!"

"Take him away!" Zhang Chen waved his hand.

The soldiers who had been lying in ambush rushed in and subdued the old guys.

"Wait!" Old man Qian suddenly grinned, "Do you think this is the end? There is still someone behind us..."

"Blood Shadow Organization, right?" Zhang Chen interrupted him, "Don't worry about it, your backers have been exposed."

Several old guys collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning.

Zhang Chen walked to the dining table and picked up a glass of red wine: "This meal is very sumptuous. Why not let the brothers fighting outside have a taste?"

"No! That's..."

Before they could finish, Zhang Chen had already pressed the alarm. A moment later, the exhausted soldiers rushed into the club. When they saw the table full of delicious food and then looked at their bloodstained clothes, anger ignited in their eyes.

"Chief," Gulimiya asked, "how should we deal with them?"

Zhang Chen looked around and said, "Let everyone judge."

Looking at the soldiers' angry eyes, the old guys finally realized that their good days were over.

“Everyone, look,” Zhang Chen sneered as he turned on the holographic projection of the vault, “These are the people who hoarded our rations and medical supplies here.”

The vault is filled with supplies: first aid kits, antibiotics, nutrients... and even a large number of supernatural enhancement potions.

"Beast!" a soldier covered in blood roared, "My comrade died because of the lack of medical supplies!"

"My daughter..." another soldier choked up, "She just needs a fever-reducing injection..."

Gulimiya couldn't bear it any longer: "Chief, let me kill these scumbags!"

"Wait," Zhang Chen stopped her, "Death would be too easy for them."

He turned to the trembling old guys and asked, "Do you know how the soldiers outside survived?"

"Come on, show them."

The holographic projection switched to the battlefield scene: the soldiers were fighting in the snow and wind at minus thirty degrees Celsius, their clothes were torn to pieces by the zombie beasts, and they dared not stop even though their wounds were frozen.

"Did you see that?" Zhang Chen's voice was cold. "They are out there fighting desperately to protect the base, but you are here..."

He kicked over the dining table, and the delicious food spilled all over the floor.

"Chief!" Jonah suddenly ran in, "We found something even more terrifying!"

She opened a folder. "Not only are these people hoarding supplies, they are also secretly conducting human experiments! They want to study how to control zombie beasts!"

"What!" Everyone was shocked.

"Those missing civilians..." Gulimiya said tremblingly, "It turned out that they were..."

"We are doing this for scientific research!" Old Man Qian argued, "For the future of mankind!"

"Snapped!"

This time, Zhang Chen took action himself and knocked out his teeth with one punch.

"The future of mankind?" He sneered, "Is it to push living people into the zombie horde?"

"Chief," a warrior asked, "let's execute these beasts!"

Zhang Chen waved his hand: "No, I have a better idea."

He looked at the old guys and said, "Since you want to study zombie beasts so much, why not experience it yourself?"

"No! Don't!" Several people were scared out of their wits.

"Put them in a special prison," Zhang Chen ordered, "Let them experience what it's like to be surrounded by zombie beasts. Of course, they won't be killed, but they will be made to suffer a fate worse than death."

"As for these supplies," he looked around, "distribute them all to the survivors! Give priority to the frontline soldiers and medical teams!"

Chapter 714 Happy New Year!

"What a wise leader!" everyone cheered.

At this moment, a communicator came running in: "Chief, the Blood Shadow Organization has appeared! They are outside the city and are asking for negotiations!"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes: "Very good, it's time to solve all the problems."

He looked at the old guys who were limp on the ground and said, "Just enjoy yourself here. I'm going to go meet your backers."

"No! Please!" Old Man Qian crawled over and hugged Zhang Chen's legs, "We know the secret of the Blood Shadow Organization! As long as you let us go..."

"It's too late," Zhang Chen shook him off, "Your value has been drained out."

He turned and left, leaving behind the desperate cries of a few old guys.

Gulimiya followed and said, "Leader, be careful. The Blood Shadow Organization is not simple."

"I know," Zhang Chen said with a firm look, "but today, everything is going to end."

As the night deepens, the searchlights of the Northern Frontier Base dispel the darkness. In this ruined world, a bigger battle is about to unfold.

And Zhang Chen is ready to meet this final challenge.

"Blood Shadow Organization," he muttered to himself, "It's time to tear off your masks."

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Northern Xinjiang base was decorated with lights and colors.

"Chief," Gulimiya reported excitedly, "all camps have received the notice. We will all celebrate the New Year together tomorrow!"

Zhang Chen nodded: "How are the supplies prepared?"

"Don't worry," Gulimiya smiled. "We have mobilized more than 10 tons of flour, pork and cabbage! I have organized more than 3,000 women to make dumplings in various canteens."

The cafeteria was bustling with activity. From teenage girls to old ladies in their sixties, everyone was sitting at a long table making dumplings. The dough on the chopping board was rolled out thinly, and the aroma of the fillings filled the air.

"Come on," Gulimiya instructed, "The skin should be rolled thinner so it will taste better when cooked!"

"Sister Gulimiya," a young girl asked, "can we really let everyone eat dumplings?"

"Of course!" Gulimiya said with a smile, "The leader said that no one can go hungry during the New Year this year!"

When the news spread, the entire base was in an uproar.

“Oh my god, can we really eat dumplings?”

"I haven't eaten dumplings for three years!"

“I heard you can queue up again!”

On New Year's Eve, long queues formed outside all the canteens, people holding their bowls, their faces filled with expectant smiles.

"Look!" Someone pointed to the sky, "It's snowing!"

The heavy snow fell heavily, but it couldn't stop people's enthusiasm.

"Next!" the cafeteria staff shouted.

The steaming dumplings were served in bowls, 10 per person. There were many varieties, some with meat filling, some with vegetarian filling, some with pickled cabbage, some with radish...

"It smells so good!" A little boy couldn't wait to take a bite, "It tastes better than I thought!"

"Eat slowly," his mother wiped her tears, "You can still wait in line."

Zhang Chen walked outside the cafeteria and looked at the long-lost smiles on people's faces.

"Chief!" An old man held him back, "Thank you! We...we haven't had a New Year like this for many years."

"It's what you deserve," Zhang Chen patted his shoulder, "This is what everyone deserves."

Gulimiya ran over to report: "Chief, now more than 200,000 people have eaten dumplings!"

"Very good," Zhang Chen nodded, "Let everyone have enough to eat."

As night fell, the base was decorated with lights, red lanterns were hung in every shelter, and cheerful music was playing.

"Come on, come on," Gulimiya organized, "Let's start distributing New Year's goods now! Every family will get one!"

Packages of supplies were distributed: peanuts, melon seeds, candies... Although not much, it was a rare luxury in these doomsdays.

"Leader," Lin Xiaomo came over, "the people from the Blood Shadow Organization are still outside."

"Let them wait," Zhang Chen said calmly, "Today is Chinese New Year, let's not talk about this."

At midnight, fireworks exploded over the base.

"Happy New Year!" People wish each other.

Zhang Chen stood on a high place, looking at the bustling crowd below. At this moment, it seemed as if the prosperity before the end of the world had returned.

"Chief," Gulimiya handed him a bowl of dumplings, "you should eat some too."

Zhang Chen took a bite, and a warm look flashed in his eyes: "Delicious."