Inside the gathering place, a group of armed police officers burst in, forcibly taking control of the entire camp.
Hank Huang, Colonel and commander of the Huahai City Armed Police Detachment.
After the apocalypse broke out, the Armed Police Detachment suffered heavy losses. Although the mutated soldiers were eliminated, the unit's numbers dropped sharply from 1,000 to just 600.
What Hank Huang hadn’t expected was—
All the wounded soldiers also turned into zombies within an hour. The detachment suffered a second wave of losses, leaving just over three hundred armed police.
Just as he stabilized the garrison, Hank Huang received a call from city leaders, ordering him to send troops to support the city.
From the information gathered, Hank Huang realized that the whole world was experiencing mass zombie outbreaks. Huahai City, with a population of four million, was especially dangerous—his small force would be swallowed whole if they entered.
So, he ordered his men to fortify the garrison while sending scouts to gather news from the surrounding area.
In just three days, Huahai City fell completely, overrun by zombies.
Fortunately, the detachment’s garrison was built on the outskirts, so in these ten days they only faced a few scattered zombie attacks.
Just yesterday, a scout returned and reported that the students at South China University had actually formed a survivor camp with over a thousand people, and they even had a huge stockpile of food.
After more than ten days holed up defending the garrison, their food supplies were nearly gone.
So, when Hank Huang heard this news, he immediately made up his mind. Today, he left 100 armed police to guard the garrison, and personally led 200 soldiers to South China University to 'take over' the survivor camp.
That's right, 'take over.' In his eyes, what could a bunch of students possibly do against a detachment commander with hundreds of guns?
Besides, they're soldiers—government or no government, their uniforms and status still carry a certain authority.
Sure enough, after he brought his men to the camp, the students didn't dare put up the slightest resistance.
"Detachment Commander, we've found huge amounts of grain and frozen meat—enough for the brothers to eat for at least two years!" Company Commander Mark Ma reported excitedly, his face full of enthusiasm.
"That's fantastic!"
Hank Huang couldn't help but clap and call out, "Mark Ma!"
"Here!"
"I order you to immediately take people and load all the food onto the trucks. Transport it back to the garrison!"
"Yes, sir!" Mark Ma saluted and was about to lead his men to move the food, when suddenly, a mocking voice rang out: "Hey, where did this gang of bandits come from?"
Hank Huang and Mark Ma turned toward the voice.
They saw a tall, handsome, slightly dark-skinned young man striding over, flanked by six men and two women.
"Hey kid, are you the leader of this camp?" Hank Huang narrowed his eyes, staring at Ian Song as he asked.