Brother, just how powerful is our family?

Intelligence Center.

The intelligence chief is mobilizing all resources to track down the whereabouts of the Western Self-Salvation Association.

Satellite images, communication records, personnel movements, and fund flows—we used every available means.

The Alps region was the focus of the scan.

Although the terrain there is complex, and although the headquarters of the Self-Help Society is likely deep underground, as long as they have shown their faces and had contact with the outside world, we will definitely be able to find some clues.

"Here," an intelligence officer pointed to a spot on the screen, "three months ago, a large amount of supplies entered the mountains from here. Food, building materials, medical equipment... enough to support a large underground base."

"And here, in the valleys nearby, the surface temperature is abnormal. This indicates that there are large-scale man-made facilities operating underground."

"And this..." The intelligence officer pulled up an intercepted communication. "Although it was encrypted, our decryption system has already cracked part of it. It repeatedly mentions keywords like 'headquarters,' 'evacuation,' and 'last resort.' The timeframe is just a few hours before the zombie outbreak."

The intelligence chief's eyes lit up:

"This is it."

He pointed to the coordinates on the screen:

"The Alps, XX degrees North latitude, XX degrees East longitude. A 50-kilometer radius area will be the focus of the investigation."

"Notify the Space Force to maintain continuous surveillance of this area. Keep a close watch on anything coming out of there—whether it's a person, a vehicle, or a spacecraft."

"yes!"

Assembly point.

One million Space Marines are rapidly assembling.

They were dressed in uniform individual combat gear, carrying standard weapons, and lined up in neat square formations.

Individual combat uniforms are fully enclosed, covering the entire body from head to toe, and have their own life support system.

Wearing it, you won't have to worry about getting infected even if you enter the most contaminated areas.

The soldiers waited quietly for the order to depart.

No one spoke, but everyone's eyes were resolute.

They are warriors of the Yanhuang civilization.

Their mission is to clean up the "non-humans" who have turned into monsters.

This has nothing to do with sympathy or morality.

It's just a task.

That's it.

Qin Feng was the only one left in the conference room.

He stood by the window, looking out at the brightly lit Yanhuang Continent.

The land he created remains peaceful and tranquil.

The streets are clean, the houses are tidy, and people live in order and safety.

And on land thousands of kilometers away—

It's turning into hell.

Qin Feng's gaze was as calm as a deep pool of water.

He recalled that a long time ago, when he was still an ordinary college student, he had watched some zombie movies.

At that time, he only thought it was entertainment, fiction, and fantasy unrelated to reality.

Now, the fantasy has become reality.

However, he was no longer the ordinary viewer sitting in front of the screen watching a movie.

He is the ruler of the most powerful civilization on this planet.

His single thought can determine the life and death of countless people.

Outside the window, an anti-gravity aircraft swept low overhead; it was the medical facility's chemical defense team setting off.

Further away, faint flashes of light could be seen in space—that was the interstellar warship adjusting its orbit.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

Qin Feng murmured to himself:

"No matter who you are, no matter what you want to do—"

"You chose the wrong opponent."

Within the territory of the Dragon Kingdom.

Compared to the cities in Europe and America that had become hell on earth, the Dragon Kingdom appeared unusually peaceful at this time.

Of course, it's impossible to say that we are completely unaffected.

Airports in major cities have all been closed, and all international flights have been cancelled indefinitely.

Strict control measures have also been implemented at train stations and long-distance bus stations, requiring multiple quarantine checks for entry and exit.

But apart from that, life in most cities continues.

It's just done in a different way.

A border city in China.

An army is deploying on the outskirts of the city.

The Type 99A main battle tanks were neatly lined up on the main road, their large gun barrels pointing outwards from the city.

Several 04A infantry fighting vehicles patrolled the flanks, their machine guns scanning the surroundings warily.

Further away, the LD-3000 close-in weapon system has been deployed and is ready to tear any invading aerial targets to shreds.

A colonel stood in front of the makeshift command post, observing the situation outside the city through binoculars.

Outside the city, a few kilometers away on the highway, some unsteady figures could be vaguely seen wandering around.

Those were refugees fleeing from a neighboring country, mixed with mutated zombies.

However, the zombies can't get through.

That border line is now heavily guarded.

"Report!" A communications soldier ran over. "Latest report from headquarters: the Yanhuang Civilization has shot down all non-friendly aircraft worldwide. We no longer need to worry about anyone dropping poison from the air."

The colonel nodded: "Alright. Land Shield 3000 will remain on alert, but focus primarily on the ground. No matter how strong those zombies are physically, can they outrun artillery shells?"

He paused, then asked, "What's the situation inside the city?"

"A comprehensive investigation has been completed within the city. The few mutants discovered were all foreign tourists and were killed immediately. All close contacts have been quarantined for observation, and no new cases have been found so far."

"Where are the residents of the Dragon Kingdom?"

"Not a single one." The communications soldier's tone carried an indescribable emotion. "I guess the self-help group didn't dare recruit Chinese people, afraid we'd inform on them to the Yanhuang Civilization. Those mutated foreigners were just tourists; they didn't stay in the country for long."

The colonel paused for a moment, then said, "Continue to monitor closely. Tell residents not to wander around; staying at home is the safest option."

"yes!"

A second-tier city in China.

In an ordinary residential community, people are obediently staying at home as required by the government.

A checkpoint has been set up at the entrance of the residential community, where several staff members in protective suits are checking the temperature and registering everyone entering.

Takeout and express deliveries are placed on shelves at the entrance, and residents can come down to pick them up themselves to minimize contact.

The square in the neighborhood was empty; none of the middle-aged women who usually danced there came out today.

But inside the window, it was much livelier than usual.

Building No. 3, fifth floor.

A man in his thirties was lying on the sofa, holding a cell phone in his hand, with a strange sense of satisfaction on his face.

His name is Li Wei, an ordinary office worker.

At this time of day, he would normally be crammed onto the subway, frantically working on his computer at his desk, or working overtime until late at night under pressure from his boss.

But today—

"Not having to go to work is so comfortable..."

He let out a heartfelt sigh.

His wife, who was scrolling through another phone, rolled her eyes at him and said, "Comfortable, my foot? Do you know it's the end of the world?"

"The end of the world?" Li Wei chuckled. "That's in other countries. Look at us here, how peaceful it is."