Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

After Qin Lu and the others reached an agreement, they began to divide the area into zones according to a grid system.

According to Lin Chen's plan, their main focus is the eastern part of Guangdong Province.

Qin Lu stood in the center of the hall, with a map of eastern Guangdong spread out in front of her.

The group leaders have gathered together, awaiting the final instructions.

She pointed to the map, her voice crisp and clear:

"Xiaomin, your team is responsible for Dongguan City. There are many factories and warehouses there, so be careful when you're cleaning and don't miss anything."

Zhou Xiaomin nodded: "Understood."

Qin Lu moved her finger south:

"Xiaoyan, Group Two is in charge of the port city. The terrain there is complicated, and the streets are narrow. Tell your group not to rush, but to proceed steadily."

Ma Xiaoyan responded.

Qin Lu raised her head, looked at Liu Feifei, and her tone became more serious:

"Sister Feifei, you take Group 3 to Group 11 and are responsible for the Shantou line. This route is the longest and covers many cities, including Huicheng, Shanwei, Yangcheng, and Chaocheng—you have to cover them all."

Liu Feifei smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Qin Lu nodded, her finger finally landing on the mountainous area in northeastern Guangdong:

"I personally led Group Twelve to Group Twenty, responsible for the Meizhou frontline. Hecheng and Meicheng are both handed over to me."

She paused, closed the map, and looked at Xiao Yan and the Twelve Golden Flowers in the corner:

"Xiao Yan, you and the Twelve Golden Flowers will guard the house."

Xiao Yan pouted, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she nodded.

Qin Lu looked around at everyone, her voice lowering:

"Our goal is to completely eliminate all zombies and zombie beasts from the entire eastern Guangdong region within three months. Is the mission clear?"

"Understood."

"Set off."

Instantly, the entire Bao'an base began to operate like a giant beast that had been awakened.

The S-rank experts quickly assembled and prepared to depart according to their newly assigned groups.

Twenty people per squad, fifty groups, a thousand S-class... Such a lineup is absolutely devastating in the entire post-apocalyptic world.

As soon as the group stepped out of the gate, Liu Feifei suddenly stopped, turned around, and called out to Qin Lu.

"Sister Lu," she smiled slightly, "when my husband came, he specially asked me to bring you a gift."

Qin Lu was somewhat surprised: "What gift?"

Liu Feifei didn't explain further, and went straight to the snowmobiles she had brought, opening the trunks one by one.

Inside, neatly stacked, were the intelligent drones that Liang Siqi had modified.

"These are drones modified by Sister Siqi. They have super long battery life," Liu Feifei said, pointing to the drones.

"Through continuous improvements, their range on a single charge can now reach 1500 kilometers, which is sufficient for various reconnaissance missions. In the future, if you encounter dangerous situations, you might as well let them scout ahead."

Qin Lu's eyes lit up, then she caught a strange address: "Sister Siqi?"

Liu Feifei pouted, pretending to be jealous, and said, "Well, Sister Siqi is also my husband's woman."

She paused, then lowered her voice and added, "And in my husband's heart, she holds a higher position than I do."

Qin Lu nodded thoughtfully and silently memorized the name.

Soon, the teams set off one after another according to their assigned tasks.

Their mission was singular: to thoroughly clean up the zombies and zombie beasts, leaving no corner untouched.

As for the containment of ordinary survivors and supplies, that's the military's business.

Lin Chen had already sent a message through Liu Feifei: their only responsibility is to fight; if they encounter any forces that refuse to cooperate, they should clear the area or suppress them as appropriate.

The aftermath should be handled by the military, since the military has greater credibility and can handle such matters more smoothly.

The rescued civilians will be housed in nearby military camps under unified management, awaiting Lin Chen's arrival to receive them.

The entire base was instantly filled with noise.

The lower-level ability users weren't idle either; they all took on missions and followed the S-class teams, doing odd jobs.

Transporting supplies, cleaning up the battlefield, and relaying messages.

Although I can't be a key player, I'm still incredibly busy.

Groups of people filed out and quickly disappeared into the vast snowfield.

At the Bao'an base, only Xiao Yan and the Twelve Golden Flowers remained to guard it.

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Meanwhile, in Guangzhou, a city of mountains and waters.

Lin Chen has returned here and is now in charge of the central command.

His current tasks are twofold: first, to provide support to all sides, mainly by continuing to send the newly born superhumans to the front lines; and second, to ensure that all ordinary survivors in Guangzhou are received.

This time, he didn't even need any staff to stay on-site; they were all office workers. His presence was his biggest asset.

As for Commander Peng, he has already telegraphed the entire Guangdong military, instructing them to immediately take in ordinary survivors once Lin Chen's team has cleared out the zombies, and then report back.

Zhou Tiannian's team has already begun gathering people in various parts of Guangzhou, bringing them back in batches for screening.

The most enthusiastic response came from the north of the city. That area had always been divided between large and small factions, constantly fighting for resources. Now that Lin Chen had increased the number of recruits, countless ordinary people who had long had enough flocked there.

As for Li Ya, she had already led her people north to northern Guangdong Province.

The western part of Guangdong Province was assigned to Qin Yi and Li Shishi.

It is flourishing in all directions and advancing comprehensively.

Lin Chen stood on the outer city wall, looking down at the bustling land below.

Hu Shanshan stood beside him, without saying a word.

She is the only person he keeps by his side now. It's not that he can't live without her, but her teleportation ability is too useful as a strategic support, and she can be worth thousands of troops in critical moments.

Beneath the city walls, the outer city is entering its busiest time of day.

The long queue snaked forward, waiting to register, to be assigned, and to enter that legendary place where spring lasts all year round.

Some people were carrying their families, some were carrying their last remaining possessions, and some kept looking back as they walked, as if they couldn't believe they had actually made it to this day.

Every now and then, people would look up, see the figure on the city wall, and stop in their tracks.

Then, more and more people stopped.

They looked up at the person standing on high, their eyes filled with something indescribable—gratitude, admiration, and a kind of awe that only survivors could understand.

No one speaks.

Just watching.

Lin Chen neither bowed his head nor responded. He simply stood there quietly, like a silent statue.

The wind blew across the city wall, lifting the hem of his clothes.

But what was on his mind was something else entirely.

The initial costs were too high.

Those ordinary people, in order to gamble on the possibility of awakening, each threw in ten crystal cores, and nearly 90 million were gone just like that.

Although the superhumans are more frugal, 90% of them are still hovering around the first level. If they really want to advance, they will have to be fed a large sum of money again.

He silently did the math: 90 million zombies, 100 million zombie beasts, a total of 190 million.

Ordinary people spent over 80 million on trial and error, while those with superpowers spent 30-40 million on leveling up, and the rest...

Around 70,000.

After deducting the expenses incurred by the military, local forces, and individual survivors over the past few months, the total amount lost would still be at least another ten or twenty million.

He squinted, gazing at the busy crowd in the distance, and came to a conclusion.

Fifty million? Or sixty million?