"Cough... cough cough cough..."
As if catching his breath, the person who moments ago was breathing weakly, on the verge of not being able to breathe at all, quickly sat up and coughed out the air in his chest.
"Damn it, that's perverted."
"Shit, what's going on?"
"What? You wish he was dead?" Lu Heng looked up at the two people who had spoken.
"No!"
"How could we? We're just surprised how you did it."
"It's a type of ability. Abilities aren't just for killing; there are also healing types like mine. Although, I was hoping he'd die so I could try and see if I could revive the dead."
"..."
"You can even revive the dead?"
"Are there any dead people for me to practice on?" Lu Heng raised an eyebrow.
"No."
"Oh, I haven't tried, but I feel like I could probably save someone who just died. If they've been dead for a year or half a year, their flesh would have rotted, and I probably wouldn't have the ability to revive them. After all, I'm not an immortal, hahaha."
"Then Brother Lu, I have a mouse here, do you want to try?" A thin person handed over a bottle containing a gray mouse.
"Xiao Su, where did you get a mouse? Do we have mice in our base?" Commander Sun asked in surprise, seeing the mouse in the bottle.
"No, I caught one before the base was shut down and have been keeping it..." Xiao Su's voice trailed off.
"Hahaha, you people really have all sorts of personalities."
"Give it here, I'll try."
Taking the bottle, Lu Heng used a vine to hook out the mouse. The vine then wrapped around the mouse's neck, quickly ending its small life.
"My mouse, woo woo woo..."
"What are you crying for?"
"I'm going to try. If it can't be revived, consider it a sacrifice for humanity."
"My mouse, ah woo woo woo... hic..."
Holding the vine, Lu Heng swung the dead mouse. Its body hadn't even cooled yet, and its soft body swayed with the tugging of the vine, making Xiao Su cry even more miserably.
Lu Heng grabbed the mouse's body and channeled energy to restore the broken neck bones. When he killed the mouse, he hadn't just choked it until it couldn't breathe; he had directly snapped the mouse's spine and trachea, and several blood vessels within its body had burst.
However, after Lu Heng's brief treatment, not only were the broken parts reconnected, but with Lu Heng's miraculous recovery ability, the mouse's heart began to beat again. Soon, its breathing also returned, and its eyes finally opened once more. Under the control of the vine, it began to struggle.
"Your mouse is back."
Placing the revived mouse back into its original bottle, Lu Heng kindly and secretly fed it a few drops of ancient well water.
"Here, this piece of cheese is compensation for your mouse. Feed it to it."
Lu Heng took out a small piece of Swiss cheese from his space and handed it to Xiao Su.
"My mouse, hahahaha, it's alive, it's alive again, woo woo woo..." Xiao Su snatched the bottle containing the mouse, crying and laughing intermittently.
"Has he gone crazy?" Lu Heng teased.
"You're the one who's crazy, hmph!" Xiao Su, indignant, clutched the glass jar and retreated, moving away from Lu Heng and the others.
"If there are no unexpected complications, your mouse should live for at least another ten years. Cherish it."
Lu Heng had just fed the little mouse ancient well water, which was a good medicine for healing wounds and also had the effect of prolonging life.
"Then can I also live for another ten years?" The person who had just been revived, with a gunshot wound to the chest, asked with some anticipation.
"Dream on. Your lifespan is probably not as long as this mouse's. Next, don't actually bring someone here for me to experiment on."
The remaining wounds were mostly in less critical areas and not fatal. Lu Heng quickly removed the bullets and healed them.
"Alright, everyone is fine. Let's go check out the missile launch controls. Come on, give me some military knowledge."
Lu Heng placed a hand on Commander Sun's shoulder, pressing him forward.
"You're going the wrong way, it's this way," Commander Sun pointed out.
"Okay, you lead the way." Lu Heng smiled, withdrew his hand, and walked beside Commander Sun.
Soon, Lu Heng and his group arrived at the missile control room. Looking at the room full of various screens and equipment, Lu Heng was completely bewildered.
"We have a master control device here. Through this and the subordinate control computer equipment below, we can control the number of missiles to be launched and the targets."
"This red button?"
"Yes, just pressing this won't work. Several people below also need to simultaneously press other buttons."
"What's the range?"
"We have several types of missile ranges here. The maximum range is fifteen thousand kilometers, and the minimum range is eight thousand kilometers."
"Hmm, so how far can it reach?"
"Certain places abroad."
"Oh." Although he didn't understand much, he'd agree for now.
"So, the missiles that can't be moved have been arranged in the mountains. As for the rest, what else can be moved from your base?"
It would be best if someone could provide the answer directly, rather than him having to search for it one by one.
"There are some conventional weapons and ammunition, but we mainly focus on missiles here. Other military supplies are not stored in large quantities," Commander Sun replied seriously.
"Oh, so where are there a lot of movable supplies? For example, where is there a large amount of ammunition and heavy weaponry?"
"I don't remember the specifics, but someone mentioned it once during a meeting. However, I don't have a map, and I'm not entirely sure of the location, as these things are kept secret by each unit."
"Hmm, I have a map here. See if you can recall anything."
In the surprised gaze of Commander Sun and the others, Lu Heng took out a military map from his pocket.
"How did you get this?"
After carefully examining it, Commander Sun could confirm the map's authenticity. However, Lu Heng looked like an ordinary person. He really wondered if in this post-apocalyptic world, military maps had become so easily accessible to anyone.
"Didn't I tell you? I just took over a regiment. Also, I have a subordinate whose father is the head of another military base, so he can get this kind of information."
"See if you can recall anything valuable."
"Didn't you say these firearms are no longer effective against zombies?" someone beside him asked quietly.
"You misheard. They are ineffective in the hands of ordinary soldiers like you, but some firearms mounted on high city walls can still suppress zombies."