In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

He couldn't understand why someone who had been reborn had to go to such lengths to target him.

With such great abilities, what does it matter if the apocalypse comes? It won't affect the quality of life of someone of his caliber in any way. He can still dance, sing, and chase girls as usual.

Could it be that in my previous life, I did something to this young master Wang that made him the target of everyone's jealousy and resentment?

Xu Shuai blinked, a smile playing on his lips. He was laughing, wondering if his past self was really that powerful.

They successfully evaded three searches by armed helicopters, with the grappling hooks grazing the roof and flying over the heads of the people on the deck on several occasions.

The thrilling scene sent everyone's adrenaline soaring.

On the other side, Wang Qing, who originally intended to double-cross the other party and seize control of the helicopter, was also involved.

Upon seeing the group of well-trained individuals whose equipment was significantly superior, he quickly abandoned his unrealistic ideas and approached the person the team members followed.

The group of people were wearing multi-functional military helmets with a telescope-like device mounted on top of them.

He wore a military green mask, and his exposed cheeks were painted with gray camouflage.

Each of them carried two rifles and a pistol, one in their hand and one on their back.

The pistol was slung diagonally at the right side of his waist, on the outside of his thigh, with two daggers strapped to his left and right sides.

The bullet pouch on his chest held three rows of twelve magazines in total: eight rifle magazines and four pistol magazines.

On one shoulder, there were three black, duck-egg-sized steel ball grenades strapped to a grenade set.

Before Wang Qing even reached the man, several gun barrels emitting white smoke were raised from both sides.

In stark contrast, none of the underlings who had recently clamored to follow him to the death dared to raise their guns in retaliation.

Not even a lackey stepped forward to defend their dignity and utter a few harsh words.

"Brothers, please calm down. I presume you were sent by Young Master Wang. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Qing, and I am Young Master Wang's right-hand man."

"Of course, compared to you all, we are nothing. Our positions are different. We are just here to solve some minor troubles for Young Master Wang."

Wang Qing greeted him with a smile, observing the subtle expressions of the person in front of him and the reactions of his companions.

He initially judged that the person in front of him should be the person in charge of this operation.

Upon hearing this, the squad leader smiled and asked, "Young Master Wang? Which Young Master Wang?"

Feigning composure, Wang Qing subtly took a step back and said, "Wang Tianyi from Kyoto!"

"Oh, so it's this Young Master Wang."

Jieyi clenched his fist and raised his hand, the back of his hand facing backward. His followers quickly put away their guns, their synchronized movements demonstrating their strict discipline.

Upon receiving the coded message, Wang Qing's face lit up with joy, and he immediately and concisely informed the other party of what had happened.

"Is that all you know? Nothing else to add?"

"Yes, that's all we know for now."

"Ah, so it seems you people aren't all that capable."

"Brother, we're both working for the same person, so what you're saying is a bit unfair..."

Jie Yi smiled without saying a word. He heard a sound coming from his earphones and walked over to listen.

Wang Qing took out a cigarette, lit it, and greedily inhaled, thinking to himself, "What's so great about him? When I get back to the base, I'll be able to build a team like this sooner or later."

At this moment, he saw Jieyi, who had finished the call, take off her mask and reveal her true face hidden beneath it.

This is a man with distinct facial features. The flesh on both sides of his cheeks looks as if it has been cut with a knife, with a thin layer attached to the bones.

That's more like it. They're all under Young Master Wang's command. Who's more valuable than whom? Why are they hiding like they can't be seen by others?

Wang Qing, who had intended to offer Xie Yi a cigarette to close the distance between them, suddenly saw Xie Yi take out a black mask from his left-side satchel, take off his helmet, and quickly put on the gas mask before putting his helmet back on. The soldiers behind him followed suit.

Wang Qing's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously covered his nose with his sleeve, muttering, "Brothers, what news have you heard? What's with that outfit?"

"Why didn't you tell me right away that those zombies had died twice and then come back to life?"

"He's dead again. Even if he dies a few more times, he'll just be a zombie." Wang Qing looked confused, lowered his sleeves, and greedily inhaled the air.

Jieyi said in a low voice, his voice humming as he wore a gas mask: "You know nothing. Good luck. Hand over that phone you're using to eavesdrop, and then you can take your men and find a quiet place to stay."

"What? A zombie that has died several times is still a zombie. Could it be that these resurrected zombies will undergo some kind of change?" Wang Qing's expression instantly turned serious, and he covered his mouth and nose again.

The henchmen nearby also hurriedly searched for items that could filter their breathing.

"Enough talk, hand over your phone!"

"Impossible. I won't give you the phone unless you tell me the truth."

Jieyi didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he raised his long-handled gun and aimed it at Wang Qing. Almost instantly, several red dots hit Wang Qing's head and chest.

Wang Qing did not continue to resist, but allowed the other party to search him and find the cell phone that was still on a call. Jie Yi and his group turned around and left, their actions unusually resolute and decisive.

Jieyi handed the phone to a follower who looked like he was carrying a radio. On the green screen, two red dots appeared. One red dot was flashing in place, while the other red dot was moving quickly.

"Let's go, hurry and catch up."

As soon as Jieyi stepped out of the gate, he called everyone to board the helicopter. The rope that was originally used for descent had been retrieved, and a rope ladder was lowered instead.

Wang Qing, who had caught up, shouted at Jie Yi, "Wait! You can't leave yet. We haven't boarded the helicopter."

Young Master Wang had promised him that he would bring ten trusted men to the base and help him develop his personal influence.

"Shut up, take your men and get out of here right now." Jieyi, who was still on guard, raised his gun and aimed it at Wang Qing, who was about to rush over.

Only six people had climbed up, and the position of the flashing red dot on the screen had already crossed the two green lines in a short period of time.

Those are outlines used to mark distances, and the distance between each line is five hundred meters.

"Young Master Wang promised me that if we successfully stalled Xu Shuai, he would take us to the shelter. Do you dare disobey Young Master Wang's orders?"

Wang Qing picked up his phone, opened the dial pad, and placed his finger on the call history with Wang Shao, deliberately showing it to Jie Yi.

"Wang Tianyi, Young Master Wang?" Jie Yi pulled back the bolt of his gun, his tone stern. "Who told you we're Young Master Wang's men? Don't you even know how to use your toes!"

"The only reason I haven't taken any action against you is because you handed over a phone that was on a call. Before I get angry, quickly take your men and leave."