A middle-aged man wearing a military uniform put his hands on the table and looked tiredly at the documents scattered in front of him.
There was only one emergency light hanging on the ceiling of the cave, which was a little dim.
The room was not big, but there were seven or eight soldiers in uniform standing there.
"Colonel Wang Min, the shelter is in need of food!"
"The air circulation outlet was also blocked for unknown reasons last night, and people in some areas reported difficulty breathing."
"Should we send more people out..."
The young man who looked younger spoke with an anxious expression, but received no response for a long time.
"There are not many drinking water reserves. We tried to purify rainwater yesterday, but the first batch of volunteers were mentally depressed after trying it and were not suitable for long-term drinking."
"There are not enough bullets. There was a small-scale riot in Zone D of the shelter last night... resulting in 79 deaths and 443 injuries."
Another staff member holding a suggestion report couldn't help but add.
They did not respond to their questions.
The middle-aged officer known as Wang Min sighed and looked at the man in the corner.
"Is the radio still not working? Have you received any news from Linjiang Military Region?"
The man in the corner shook his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he spoke slowly in a hoarse voice:
"Not only is there no news from the military region, the team we sent before has not returned either."
"It's already the 6th batch, and there are less than a hundred troops remaining in the shelter now."
"Not only that, you will lose one-third of your manpower every time you search for supplies, as you know."
"Once we are scratched by those monsters, we have only one choice..."
Wang Min looked ugly and raised his hand to stop the man.
"Okay, I understand. But no matter what, we must contact the military region!"
His voice was decisive and unquestionable.
The man in the corner looked anxious when he heard the sound.
"Colonel Wang!"
"We can't send any more people out!"
"Six consecutive teams, more than 40 soldiers died without even knowing how they died! If we send people out again, we won't even be able to maintain the normal operation of the shelter!"
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Wang Min suddenly stood up from his seat.
"There are 130,000 people crammed into the entire shelter! It was originally designed and built just for human defense! Without outside support, we will all die if we are trapped here!"
"No bullets! No weapons! Can you fight against the millions of zombies outside with the seven awakened ones under your command!?"
"I admit that the awakened ones are very strong, but there are only 7 of them now! If you had dozens of them, we could still hold on! But..."
"Hey, global announcement: Congratulations to the doomsday player [Lin An] for becoming the first player in the world to establish a safe zone. With a reputation of 100, he will receive a special reward title."
"Hey, global announcement: Congratulations to Doomsday player [Lin An] for establishing a safe zone ahead of schedule. The game process has been changed. The [Safe Zone Token] mission is now open in advance. Please check the mission information."
what!?
The two people who were still arguing were startled by the sudden sound.
Lin An!?
It sounds like a Chinese name.
What is a safe zone? Why does the system require global notification!?
Most people have heard very few system prompts since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Many people have only heard the template opening sound at the beginning of the game.
With eager eyes, Wang Min hurriedly clicked on the mission description of [Safe Zone Token].
At the same time, the 130,000 people in the entire shelter stopped what they were doing and fell into a sluggish state.
"[Safe Zone Token]: After using the token, you can obtain the psychic strengthening effect after establishing a safe zone, which will continue to strengthen the strength of players in the safe zone until it reaches the limit of the human body. (9.9 points)"
"It can build psychic buildings to resist zombie attacks. It can cultivate psychic crops and provide stable and high-quality psychic food. It can build psychic strengthening stations to enhance the strength of awakened people."
"System description: The safe zone is the only place that can provide safe shelter in the doomsday game, and it is also the only hope for the continuation of civilization."
"Task requirements: After receiving the task, kill the mutants within the limited time for level 1: 30, level 2: 20."
"Depending on the region, additionally kill specific second-level (terror-level) mutants."
"Terror-level mutant in the current area: Giant Carrion Earthworm (peak of the second level)."
"Establishment requirements: Stable psychic node*1, and the number of awakened persons must not be less than 100."
"Crack."
In the narrow underground room, a staff member dropped the documents in his hand in shock.
The sound woke up Wang Min who was in shock.
I saw eight people in the room looking at each other, with uncontrollable excitement and disbelief in their eyes.
Although they didn't quite understand what a psychic building was, it didn't prevent them from understanding the final explanation.
The safe zone...the only hope for survival. Strengthens the strength and helps the awakened ones practice.
The requirement to establish a safe zone mentioned more than a hundred awakened people, which made him a little unbelievable.
A hundred awakened people, wouldn’t their strength be equivalent to an army of ten thousand people!?
No, it’s more useful than an army of ten thousand people!
If it weren't for the awakened people who led the team to search for supplies every time they went out these days, I might not be able to bring back even a little bit of food.
The shelter is a civil defense facility built near the city. It was still in the suburbs when it was first established, but it has been included in the urban area over the years.
Can't shoot, can't use explosive grenades.
Teams that go out to search for supplies can only rely on crossbows and cold weapons to fight. Therefore, the Awakened are less active and have greater individual strength than soldiers.
There are hundreds of awakened people, a powerful force that can kill so many mutants...
Who is Lin An!?
Where is the safe zone!?
Inexplicably, he always felt that the name Lin An was familiar to him.
........
North American Colon District Military Port, Third Fleet Command Center.
Located in a sparsely populated military port, a conventionally powered aircraft carrier and twenty-seven frigates are moored. On the other side, an ocean-going cruiser is moored at the maintenance port, billowing thick black smoke.
In the naval command post, hundreds of Western players wearing camouflage uniforms stood in front of the 3D sandbox map and pointed with solemn expressions.
"Lin-An."
"It's a difficult name to pronounce. Can you tell whether it's Chinese or Southeast Asian?"
The man with the rank of colonel on his shoulder asked the staff officer on the side.
He is not the highest-ranking military officer in this base, but because of his status as an awakened person, everyone spontaneously appointed him as the temporary commander.
The commander of their Third Fleet, the three-star admiral, died in the mouth of the corpse.
After the apocalypse broke out, many soldiers serving in the port turned into corpses, but fortunately they were scattered on various ships.
Under his leadership, the base was cleared of zombies in a short period of time.
"Colonel Ron, we are only 70% sure that the other party is Chinese. The surname Lin is not only used by many Chinese and Southeast Asians. There is also a mixed-race family in our own country with the surname Lin."
Ron nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful.
"Does the staff have any comments?"
"Their opinion is to wait until the chat channel is officially opened 23 hours later and all members will issue an emergency announcement."
"Limited search for local players whose last name may be Lin."
"Based on the information we speculated, the safe zone is likely to be the most important military 'installation' after the end of the world."
"We seriously doubt that the doomsday game is clearly called a game, but it is so difficult. A large part of the reason is that we lack guidance."
"The safe zone should be similar to the main game city in the game before the apocalypse. Only by relying on the safe zone can we have any hope of fighting against zombies."
Ron frowned slightly and looked at the extra chat channel in the system panel.
"Chat channel No. 6: only available for North American theater chat. (Countdown to opening: 22:45)"
(Note: The world is divided into 360 war zones, of which the number of war zones in North America is: 27. The current surviving population: 1019043960 people. The number of dead: 2165468410)
"If the safe zone is of such great significance, why not send [Blackbird] to China? I think the chance that Lin An is a player in our North American theater is not high."
"It's possible that the safe zone he established is there."
Ron looked at the staff officer curiously. In his opinion, the chance of finding Lin An just by sending messages through the war zone channel was too small.
There are hundreds of billions of people in the world, and they don’t even know where Lin An is from.
There is indeed a family named Lin in North America, and even he has heard about it. The Chinese who immigrated early are quite powerful and mysterious.
But he didn't think that Lin-an would be a member of this family.
The staff officer patiently took out a piece of information and spoke slowly.
"The level of urgency is not that high yet."
"After the doomsday breaks out, I believe you have also seen that all our modern facilities are extremely unstable."
"We are not even sure whether he is Chinese, so there is little point in hastily sending [Blackbird] fighter planes out to search."
"And now that all satellites have lost contact, it is impossible for us to find the safe zone just by relying on airborne radar."
"Who knows what the safe zone looks like? Maybe it's buried underground?"
"What's more, we think there is little chance that Lin An is a Chinese."
"Why?"
Ron was a little confused. Don't all Chinese people have such awkward names?
The staff officer explained:
"According to our estimation, the number and variants of zombies in China are at least tens of billions."
"In our deduction, their current situation is more than ten times more difficult than ours, and it is unlikely that they will be able to complete the mission."
"They have a dense population, and even their army is large. It's impossible for them to integrate and clear out the zombies in a short time like us."
Ron remembered the perverted requirements of the mission, nodded slightly, and became infinitely curious about Lin An and the safe zone.
No wonder the staff team thought that Lin An might be a member of the Lin family.
Only sparsely populated North America has the energy to complete the task.
The staff officer called a soldier and handed over another document.
"Our top priority is to receive the [Safe Zone Token] task and establish a safe zone."
"According to the description, this task should be caused by Lin An changing the process."
"30 first-level mutants, 20 second-level mutants, and a terrifying level mutant [Shocker]."
"Based on the strength of the mutants we encountered before, approximately 50 Awakeners and a combat team of 3,000 people can complete the mission..."
"We have carrier-based fighters, artillery, and tanks. I believe there should be no problem in dealing with the terrorist-level mutants."
