I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"I don't agree!"

Zhang Chen looked at those clamoring people quietly, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

He raised his hand slightly, and a dozen security guards immediately rushed into the crowd and dragged out those who were leading the riot.

"Kneel down." Zhang Chen said.

Those people still insisted: "Dream on! If you have the guts, just..."

Before they could finish their words, an invisible force pinned them to the ground.

Zhang Chen drew out a long sword from his waist, and the blade shone coldly in the morning light.

"Since you are unwilling to follow the rules, I will use your heads to establish my authority."

"Wait! I was wrong! Please..."

The sharp blade swept past, and a head flew high into the air, with blood splattering on the ground.

Then the second, the third...

Anna stood in the audience, her red dress swaying in the wind. She watched the scene on the stage, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth.

(Lord Zhang Chen is really decisive in killing... I was too soft-hearted before, which is why my subordinates took advantage of me.)

The blood shone brightly in the sunlight, and thirteen heads were neatly laid on the ground.

These people incited riots because they were dissatisfied with the work point system, and the result was...

"Now, does anyone still have objections to the rules?" Zhang Chen sheathed his sword, his eyes gleaming with lightning.

The crowd kneeling on the ground was trembling and didn't even dare to raise their heads.

An old man was so scared that he wet his pants, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

"The work point system is an iron rule," Zhang Chen continued. "If you want materials, you have to work for them. Men, women, young and old, everyone is equal."

"Thank...thank you so much, Manager Zhang, for your wisdom!" someone in the crowd shouted in a trembling voice.

"Go tell everyone," Zhang Chen looked around at everyone, "There is no place for idlers in the safe zone. But as long as you are willing to work, you can survive."

After the crowd dispersed, Anna said softly, "Your Excellency handled it well. Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, no one will dare to cause trouble in the future."

Zhang Chen turned and left: "Pass the order down, and start counting the labor distribution in each district tomorrow."

"Very good," Zhang Chen turned and left, "Hang these heads around the camp as a warning to others."

The moonlight shines through the window lattice and falls on Anna's snow-white skin.

Her red dress had long since been taken off, revealing her curvy figure.

Her plump breasts trembled slightly with her sobs, and her slender waist and long legs were particularly attractive under the moonlight.

"Woo..." Anna lay on Zhang Chen's strong chest, sweating profusely.

"Sir...I really can't manage so many people..."

She sobbed, "There are new problems every day in a safe camp with tens of thousands of people. Just calculating the work points gives me a headache, not to mention guarding against infiltration by other forces..."

Zhang Chen stroked her smooth back gently: "Tell me the details."

"The workshops in the east district have excess production capacity, but the material allocation in the south district cannot keep up."

Anna wiped her tears and said, "Some people take advantage of the loopholes and exchange high work points for low work points..."

"I...I feel so useless..."

The soft body trembled slightly in Zhang Chen's arms.

Anna sniffed: "I often made mistakes when I was only in charge of a few hundred people before. Now there are so many people... I am afraid of betraying the adults' trust..."

"My lord~" Anna responded to Zhang Chen's kiss with her sweet tongue.

At this moment, Zhang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.

A blurry picture flashed by:

Under the bloody night sky, a dark shadow was prying open the door of the Psychic Research Institute.

There are energy cores collected from all over the place, each of which contains powerful energy.

These cores not only enhance the abilities of the psychics, but are also the energy lifeline of the entire safe zone.

"What's wrong?" Anna noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen's eyes turned cold: "Pass the order down to strengthen the guard of the institute."

"Yes!" Anna stood up immediately, "I'll go now...ah~"

Zhang Chen pulled her back into his arms: "Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

"But..."

"Just let the sentry keep an eye on him," Zhang Chen bit her earlobe. "That daring guy doesn't even know what kind of trap he has stepped into."

Just then, a trembling woman reported.

Zhang Chen left and put on his clothes.

Followed immediately.

Under her guidance, Zhang Chen came to the most remote corner of the camp, where there was a shabby tent.

The tent was filled with a foul smell.

When the tarpaulin on the ground was lifted, everyone gasped.

More than a dozen bodies of people with special abilities were dismembered and hastily buried. Some had already rotted, while others were still fresh.

"Speak." Zhang Chen looked coldly at the woman who reported him.

"Yes...it's Captain Wang," the woman said tremblingly.

"He and his men...specifically target lone psychics."

"They...they capture people with special abilities, control them with drugs, and then...then take out the energy cores in their bodies..."

Anna followed behind Zhang Chen. When she saw this scene, she covered her red lips with her bare hands, and a hint of shock flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She finally understood why people with special abilities had been disappearing so frequently recently.

"Capture Captain Wang and the others." Zhang Chen ordered.

Soon, Captain Wang and his five confidants were taken to the scene.

When they saw the bodies being dug out, they immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Please spare us, sir! We were forced to do this!" Captain Wang cried, "It was the people from the black market. They paid a high price to buy the superpower core..."

Zhang Chen raised his hand gently, and Captain Wang’s crying stopped abruptly.

His head turned 180 degrees strangely, his neck made a crisp breaking sound, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Before the other five people could even beg for mercy, they were torn into pieces by an invisible force, and their blood and flesh were scattered all over the ground.

"Send someone to thoroughly investigate the black market," Zhang Chen said to Anna, "At the same time, strengthen the protection of all people with special abilities."

Three days later, late at night, a dilapidated van stopped at an abandoned factory outside the camp.

Two of "Captain Wang's men" walked in carrying a sack, and a muffled groaning sound could be faintly heard from inside.

The factory was brightly lit.

A dozen fierce-looking men were surrounding an operating table, on which lay a mutant who had been injected with a sedative.

A "doctor" wearing a mask was cutting open his chest with a scalpel.

"Captain Wang is here?" the bald man in the lead turned his head and asked.

"Yes, I brought another one," the "man" put the sack on the ground, "this time it's a fire-type one."

The bald man's eyes lit up: "Fire is good! This thing is the most valuable..."

Before he finished speaking, a flame suddenly burst out from the sack! The entire factory was instantly engulfed in flames. Before the black market merchants could react, they were surrounded by flames.

"Want to run?" Zhang Chen appeared at the door at some point and looked at the group of people coldly.

Several strong men who tried to escape suddenly felt a pain in their chests. They looked down and saw that ice spikes had pierced through their bodies. This was the work of an ice-type mutant.

Chapter 595 Either Get Out or Your Whole Family Will Be Buried

"Boss, spare me!" The bald man fell to his knees. "I am only in charge of acquisitions. The real boss is..."

Zhang Chen flicked his fingers, and an invisible force sealed his mouth: "Don't worry, there is plenty of time for you to speak."

The "superpower" on the operating table suddenly sat up. It turned out to be the thunder power superpower in disguise.

She sneered, with lightning flashing between her fingers: "How about letting them have a taste of being disemboweled?"

Zhang Chen nodded: "Don't let them die too quickly."

The shrill screams echoed throughout the factory.

Fire, ice crystals, and lightning intertwined to settle accounts with the crimes of these scums.

Two hours later, Zhang Chen dug out the location of the real mastermind from these people's memories - he was actually in the camp, and was the manager of the supply warehouse!

In the early hours of the morning, the supply warehouse was brightly lit.

Zhang Chen appeared silently in the depths of the warehouse.

What came into view was a fat middle-aged man who was sitting at his desk counting something.

"Manager Zhao, are you still busy so late?"

Manager Zhao raised his head suddenly, and when he saw Zhang Chen, a trace of panic flashed across his fat face, but he quickly calmed down: "Zhang...Chief Zhang, why are you here?"

"Let's see our good supervisor," Zhang Chen approached slowly, "You've made a lot of money recently, right? A superpower core is worth a million on the black market."

Manager Zhao's face changed drastically. He suddenly took out a remote control from the drawer and said with a grim smile, "I knew it would be exposed sooner or later!"

He ripped open the fat belly, revealing the explosives wrapped around it: "See?"

"It's not just me, there are explosives buried under the supplies in the entire warehouse."

"As long as I press this button, the entire safe zone will be buried with me!"

"Who do you think you are talking to?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes.

"Don't come over here!" Manager Zhao laughed wildly, "Don't you call yourself a god?"

"come!"

"Let me see if you can save everyone before the bomb goes off!"

"Three months' worth of supplies for the entire safe zone are stored here. If it's destroyed, the survivors will starve to death!"

Zhang Chen stopped and looked at him with a half-smile: "That's it?"

"You!" Manager Zhao was furious. "Go to hell!"

He pressed the button violently, but found that the remote control did not respond.

"Are you looking for this?" Zhang Chen had a hair-thin wire in his hand. "The fuse of the bomb."

"No... Impossible!" Manager Zhao collapsed to the ground, "When did you..."

Zhang Chen approached slowly: "Now, tell me, how many traitors are there?"

"I...I don't know anything!"

Manager Zhao suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms and stabbed his own throat fiercely, "Let's die together!"

The dagger stopped just before it hit his throat.

Zhang Chen shook his head slightly: "Want to die?"

"It's not that easy."

Manager Zhao's body suddenly floated up, and his limbs were twisted into strange angles by an invisible force.

"Let's take it slow..."

The shrill screams echoed in the warehouse.

The next morning, Zhang Chen and Anna stood on the platform, looking down at the more than 20 people kneeling below. These were the traitors found out by Director Zhao.