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“We’re lucky. It should take us around four days to modify it,” the Principal remarked, studying the photos on Anna’s phone.

Once he was finished, Anna quickly retrieved her phone, carefully wiping the glistening little bear logo on its back.

“Principal, have you been able to reach Lin Feng? How is he doing?” Anna inquired while attentively cleaning the phone’s logo, her eyes lifting to meet the Principal’s, who was absorbed in examining a design plan.

“I’ve reached out, but there’s no response yet. Nevertheless, I have faith in Lin Feng. Dealing with ordinary zombies should be trivial for him now,” the Principal reassured her, glancing up from the plans briefly before diving back into his scrutiny.

“Yeah, we should keep our trust in Lin Feng,” Xiao Ling said, trying to soothe the visibly worried Anna.

“Don’t just blindly trust! Do you understand how perilous the apocalypse is? It’s not just about those feeble zombies!” Anna, frustrated and anxious, stormed out of the room, leaving behind the group calmly discussing the design modifications.

“Sigh, what a bunch…” Anna muttered to herself, recalling her recent encounter with a pig-like zombie. She hesitated momentarily, then hurriedly made her way to the makeshift broadcast room the group had established at the mall.

“Lin Feng, can you hear me? Uh… Lin Feng?”

Ruo Lian was delicately attempting to connect with Lin Feng, following the Principal’s advice, when Anna barged in abruptly.

“Ah, huff… Anna, slow down, be careful… You need to…” Ruo Lian stuttered, startled by Anna’s sudden appearance.

Anna quickly snatched the walkie-talkie from Ruo Lian’s hands.

“You take a break; I’ll handle the communication,” Anna said, looking at Ruo Lian, who seemed as timid as a startled rabbit. She sat down, nudging Ruo Lian out of the seat. Anna felt an urgency to act – waiting passively was not her style.

“Thank you, Anna. There’s some water here if you get thirsty,” Ruo Lian said resignedly, standing up from her seat and gently pushing a bottle of mineral water towards Anna.

“Okay, okay, just go,” Anna waved her hand dismissively, no longer paying attention to Ruo Lian as she began using the walkie-talkie to reach Lin Feng.

— Change of Scene —

“Let’s follow them.”

“Follow them? Have you lost your mind? They’re armed! And we can’t trust the officials; what if they…”

Lin Feng whispered cautiously to Li Ying beside him.

“I know, which is why we need to tail them discreetly. The key to unraveling the apocalypse’s secrets might lie with them. We have to gather whatever information we can from their conversation,” Li Ying whispered back, clutching her voice recorder and intermittently snapping photos with her mirror and phone.

Lin Feng cast a helpless glance at Li Ying but followed her as they discreetly trailed the group of soldiers into the office area.

In front of them were just four people, all armed with rifles equipped with silencers. The one who seemed to be the commander was giving orders to the others.

“Isn’t that commander the same bodyguard we saw on TV during the interview?” Lin Feng mused quietly, recalling the event. It was indeed a strange coincidence.

People inside the building couldn’t get out, yet several individuals, including those from Yan Group, officials, and now this fearless journalist, were venturing in.

Yan Group’s search for Yan Ao Xue remained a mystery, possibly linked to a desperate attempt to save his daughter. However, her sudden disappearance added to the enigma.

The journalist beside him, driven by her professional zeal, had a clear purpose.

But the officials’ presence was puzzling. Why were they here at the police station to destroy documents instead of managing the quarantine station?

“Report, sir, we’ve found it,” a soldier announced, approaching the commander with a stack of documents.

“Excellent. With this, you’ll take over as their commander,” the commander said, briefly examining the papers. He moved toward a paper shredder, intending to dispose of them.

Li Ying, not content to just watch, reached out for Lin Feng’s silenced pistol, which he always kept at his waist.