In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

The commander who had fallen at Ye Xiao's feet had a completely collapsed chest and was breathing heavily like a broken bellows.

"You... what exactly are you all...?"

Blood and foam welled up in his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Xiao.

Zhu Jingye walked over and stomped on his wrist as he tried to touch the tactical belt.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing.

"Still angry? Your hands and feet are still moving, and you talk too much nonsense."

Zhu Jingye pursed his lips, bent down and pulled the tactical tablet off his chest, turned on the screen and threw it to Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao caught it with one hand, and was just about to go in to see if there was any useful information about the deployment within Eden.

The next second, with a soft "beep," the tactical tablet went completely black.

Ye Xiao was certain that he hadn't touched anything at all.

I was just holding it in my hand, and the system just locked it.

He fiddled with it over and over again, but still couldn't get it to turn on again.

"Tsk, quite cautious."

Ye Xiao clicked his tongue, kicking the corpse at his feet with some regret.

"It must have been remotely self-destructed by those bastards in the underground bunker."

After saying that, he casually tossed the piece of scrap metal onto the yellow earth to the side.

Ye Xiao casually grabbed a rag from the carriage and wiped the blade, then pressed the earpiece.

"Brother Su, I've finished clearing things out here. This car is heading towards their relay station. Shall we follow the trail and go in for a look?"

"Okay, you guys go and clear out the nearby relay stations."

Over the communication channel, Su Ran's voice was calm and cold, "The specific coordinates have been simultaneously sent to your tactical terminal. Remember, leave no one alive."

……

Kunlun Base, Awakener Headquarters Main Hall.

The red dots on the big screen twinkled like stars, densely covering the map of North America.

This represents 3,142 Eden agents lurking on the surface of the earth.

"Old Ye's situation has been broken. We can tighten the net now," Su Ran said.

"Um."

Mo Yun pressed the communicator, raising her voice.

"All channels broadcast: Sharp Sword Special Forces and overseas-stationed Awakened Ones, immediately carry out the cleanup operation. Target confirmed, leave no survivors."

The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the main hall.

Zhou Hang simultaneously distributed the coordinates of the three main nodes and twenty-seven relay stations locked by Pangu.

"I really want to dig up their Garden of Eden and slaughter all those rats hiding in the sewers!"

Li Guodong strode over and spoke angrily.

"Old Li, Eden is a thousand meters underground, its physical defenses are too thick. A direct assault would be too costly."

Su Ran stared at the holographic map and tapped the table twice with her fingertips.

Faced with this ancient overlord buried thousands of meters underground, the current Awakened forces of Great Xia are indeed not capable of directly breaking through the door.

Kilometer-deep geological formations, nuclear explosion-proof doors, independent internal circulation toxic gas systems, and automatic defense artillery systems—these are all tough nuts to crack.

If you try to bite it hard, even the Great Xia would break a few teeth.

Since we can't smash his skull in one go, we'll just use a dull knife to cut his flesh.

Every time you stick your hand out of the ground, I'll chop it off. Until you never dare to stick your head up again!

"But when a mouse leaves its hole, it always leaves a tail behind."

Su Ran's voice immediately turned cold and hard.

"Since a direct assault won't work, let's use a slow, insidious method. First, we'll eliminate all their spies and informants on the surface."

Break their arms and legs, and gouge out their eyes.

The hunt for these ground rats has been launched simultaneously worldwide following Su Ran's order.

……

The night in the Nevada desert remained deep, and the air was less restless.

A few minutes ago, Ye Xiao and Zhu Jingye had already cleared out the so-called "relay station".

It was less of a cleanup and more of a demolition.

That small base, disguised as an old-fashioned gas station, can no longer be found even with a single intact brick.

The dozen or so Eden technicians inside the relay station didn't even have time to press the alarm button before Ye Xiao beheaded them.

"Brother Su, this matter is completely resolved."

Ye Xiao squatted on the pile of ruins, playing with a nameplate he had just pulled off an enemy corpse. It was engraved with "E-17-092".

"These guys dug a small cold storage under the gas station, and it's full of hibernation pods."

On the other end of the communicator, Su Ran's voice remained unchanged despite the victory.

"Send the coordinates to Shen Ning and have him lead the team to take over. You guys proceed to the next stronghold."

"clear!"

……

Freedom Beacon Federation, Detroit Ruins Survivor Camp 3.

The camp's second-in-command, "One-Eye," sat in front of the warm fireplace, casually poking at the firewood with fire tongs.

He was the third-in-command of this 3,000-person camp, second only to the two Awakened Ones in the camp.

Thanks to his outstanding management and coordination skills, he enjoyed extremely high prestige among the refugees.

"Knock knock".

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Get in here, can't you see I'm busy?" Lone Wolf said without turning his head.

The door was pushed open.

A cold wind, carrying a strong sense of killing intent, rushed into the room.

Two Great Xia Awakened Ones dressed in black tactical uniforms walked in.

The one-eyed man paused, but his expression immediately changed.

"Two Great Xia commanders, what brings you here so late?"

The Awakened One in front didn't waste any words and immediately drew his gun.

The muffler made a dull "plop" sound.

The bullet grazed the one-eyed man's scalp and shattered the glass behind him.

One-Eyed's expression changed drastically. His reaction was extremely fast; his intuition as an elite agent of Eden told him that he had been completely exposed.

He slammed his left hand down on a red bulge on his lower back.

It was a miniature self-destruct bomb implanted under his skin. Once exposed, he would have to destroy all evidence, including himself.

This is a rigid rule set for them in the Garden of Eden.

"Damn the Great Xia people! May we all go to hell!"

He started cursing and then slammed the detonation button.

"Smack."

A vine broke through the soil and tightly wrapped around his wrist.

The immense strangulation force directly crushed the wrist bone.

"Ah!" he screamed and fell to the ground.

The leader of the Great Xia Awakened Ones raised his hand, glanced at the data comparison on the terminal, and spoke without any inflection.

"An underground government spy. Verified."

The detonator fell to the ground.

The Awakened One stepped forward, the blade slicing across the One-Eyed Man's neck.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The commotion attracted a group of camp leaders outside the gate, who gathered around.

They watched in terror as their usually domineering camp leader lay dead in a pool of blood, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"This...this is..."

Someone pointed at the corpse on the ground in a trembling voice.

The Awakened One sheathed his sword, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd, his voice booming like a bell.

"The Great Xia is doing its job, cleaning up pests. There's an undercover agent from the American underground government in your camp."

"Is One-Eyed the mole?" someone exclaimed.

The crowd began to whisper among themselves.

No one dared to question the Great Xia's decision. Faced with absolute force, the Great Xia's words were the truth of the apocalypse!

At the same time, similar hunts were taking place across North America.

In the abandoned factory, before the agent disguised as a mechanic could even draw his gun, the Sharp Sword team members who emerged from the shadows swiftly snapped his neck.

Los Angeles Wasteland Trade Zone.

The agent, disguised as a bartender, had just touched the alarm under the bar when a spinning dagger severed his throat.

No questioning or confession is required.

Locate the target, breach the door, kill the target, and retreat.

The set of movements was clean and crisp.

Three thousand one hundred and forty-two red dots were extinguishing on the monitoring screen of the Pangu system at an incredible speed.