"Third, the research and development progress of the zombie vaccine on aircraft carrier 001 has achieved a breakthrough from zero, and is embarking on the next step of research. We believe in the nation and the people; the future will surely return to our hands.
Fourth, the current stage of zombies has evolved organs capable of producing spores, and around them, there will be clusters of lethal spores. Zombies within this range will have their abilities enhanced, and their recovery speed will increase. The higher the level of zombie evolution, the greater the amplification effect of the surrounding spore clusters on themselves and other zombies. The spore clusters will have varying areas and effective heights depending on the number and evolutionary stage of the zombies.
Therefore, the National Biochemical Research Group advises all survivor compatriots to prioritize using firearms, bows and arrows, thrown weapons, slingshots, crossbows, and other ranged weapons for attack. Without wearing a high-filtration gas mask, close-quarters combat is not recommended.
Fifth, the National Biochemical Research Group has established a special task force to set up a new research laboratory on an armed cargo ship, specifically responsible for researching the improvement of soil quality and plant yield from zombie corpses."
Lin Yuan and his team were initially listening with increasingly serious and solemn expressions. However, upon hearing the fifth point, they couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, slapping the table.
"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, hahaha, China truly is a nation with farming etched into its very bones!!"
"Right, right, I also didn't expect the National Biochemical Research Group to do something like this."
"Hahaha…"
The broadcast seemed to know that this piece of news would make many people unable to compose themselves, and it even paused deliberately to wait.
Lin Yuan watched his teammates laughing, and even his parents couldn't help but laugh along.
Actually, he felt this matter was quite normal. After all, when China landed on the moon, they also researched whether lunar soil could be used for farming.
The research result was that lunar soil could be used for farming, although it required some improvement.
One could only say, incredible.
However, there was nothing wrong with this. After all, there were officially appointed personnel with divine status from China on the moon, Chang'e, who had her own residence (the Guanghan Palace), her own industries (moon cake production line and osmanthus cake production line), and two accompanying cadres (Jade Rabbit and Wu Gang).
According to Chinese tradition, three people could form a party branch, so it was reasonable to claim the moon has been our territory since ancient times, right?
Testing the soil for any issues beforehand?
Absolutely no problem, right?
(Mysterious Department personnel: "Who told you grass grows and orioles fly? Come, we're going for tea.")
(Shrug to protect life)
After 2 minutes, the vast majority of survivors had accepted this fact, and the broadcast continued.
"This armed cargo ship is escorted by a Type 055 destroyer and various other vessels.
Rustle, rustle."
At this moment, the sound of flipping through pages could be heard, followed by the broadcast:
"Now broadcasting an urgent message: At 6:15 AM today, our department successfully destroyed a biochemical terrorist organization that infiltrated Chinese territory after the outbreak of the zombie crisis. The codename of this biochemical terrorist organization is HSAC, and its emblem is two red snakes entwined on a thorny vine of green and purple hues. Specific intelligence is still under investigation.
If any survivors discover this emblem, or people or vehicles carrying this emblem, please stay away immediately. They are extremely dangerous. Repeat, if any survivors discover this emblem, or people or vehicles carrying this emblem, please stay away immediately. They are extremely dangerous!!
Today's broadcast ends here. May you be safe."
The broadcast voice ended, leaving only a repeating announcement.
Lin Yuan turned off the broadcast and set it aside, not joining his teammates' discussion, but lost in his own thoughts.
The HSAC stronghold was wiped out?
Was Fang Wen captured or did he escape?
Is the intelligence I have still useful to the country?
Can I apply for an early rescue?
Currently, most survivors within China have established small "safe zones" with their own groups. Even survivors still remaining within the city have likely modified and reinforced their rooms or buildings, moving to higher ground for farming and resource collection.
Those who remained in their houses and didn't go out are likely dried-up corpses by now.
Unless there are special circumstances, the country will not disrupt the rescue plans for the majority for a small group of people.
Didn't you see that they started large-scale agricultural production before the airdrops to the safe zones were even finished? This is the price of delivering supplies with tight belts.
However, if it ensures that the vast majority of people who want to live can live, this price is negligible.
Therefore, Lin Yuan needs to ensure the importance of this intelligence.
Wu Tian noticed Lin Yuan's worries, but she found it strange. This organization was the culprit that caused Lin Yuan to become like this. Although the results obtained from Lin Yuan were positive, such behavior of experimenting on ordinary people without their knowledge always violated the bottom line of human morality.
Logically, Lin Yuan, as the affected party, should have been overjoyed and applauded.
Why was he now frowning so deeply that he could trap a mosquito?
Lin Yuan didn't say anything, so she couldn't ask. She just held Lin Yuan's hand tightly, comforting him.
Feeling his hand being held, Lin Yuan snapped back to reality. He looked at Wu Tian, who was showing concern, and sighed, temporarily pushing away the thoughts that shouldn't be there. He held Wu Tian's hand in return and said, "I'm fine. I just remembered these things and felt a bit unhappy."
Although Wu Tian was puzzled, she just nodded and said, "Don't keep anything bottled up. Tell us, and we'll figure it out together."
She had guessed a little, but it was vague and unclear, so she decided to believe Lin Yuan's words.
"Alright, alright, everyone stop discussing. I have a few words to say," Lin Yuan said, clapping his hands to signal his teammates to quiet down, his mood restored.
Hearing their captain speak, everyone fell silent.
"As you all heard from the broadcast, the zombies will not stop evolving just because we've found a stable place.
Therefore, tomorrow's task assignments are as follows: In the morning, we will resume various training sessions. In the afternoon, we will carry out the renovation of the abandoned mountain stronghold. In the evening, the combat team members will undergo additional training. Do any of you have any questions about this?"
Hearing that training would officially resume, although the team members were a bit nervous about not being able to keep up with the training pace, their anticipation for becoming stronger remained unchanged.
In this life, one cannot stand still. Who would not cherish the opportunity to become stronger?
They responded in unison, "No questions!!"
Lin Yuan wasn't foolish; he understood the need for a gradual progression in resuming training.
After the meeting, Lin Yuan lay on the communal bed, unable to sleep. He requested to swap shifts with his father and went alone to stand between the two houses.
He felt he still needed to take a look, so he went to the place where the files were kept and retrieved the materials.
Using a solar-powered night lamp, he sat on the rooftop, with Jiang Ziqi keeping watch beside him.
As he flipped through the documents one by one, his heart began to beat faster and faster.