Currently, there were many protected residences.
The rooms in the surrounding buildings had all been cleared.
Locked doors, no keys?
Did they really think Dai Vu and Tieu Vu were vegetarians?
The students they taught were also extraordinary, possessing lock-picking skills. For some unknown reason, the male students learned very quickly, as if they had extraordinary talent in this area.
Perhaps men all have a kind of divine lock-picking ability.
Innate, with a little guidance and instruction, they could grasp it thoroughly.
There are many types of locks in the world.
Even without being taught by the two brothers Dai Vu and Tieu Vu, they knew the first step was to insert the key straight into the lock core, then, relying on rich experience, wiggle it left and right, back and forth, touching the correct position, and the lock would naturally open.
Therefore, after having sufficient housing, the survivors who came here all lived in high-rise buildings.
Life was just like normal.
Apart from the daily livelihood being a bit different, there was probably nothing else.
Of course, as more and more survivors lived here, things naturally became more and more.
Everyone was an ordinary person, not a saint; it was impossible for everything to be perfect.
To solve this problem, the signalmen were setting up a base station for the shelter, which was to allow all phones to have signals and for both sides to be able to communicate.
Vuong Khai's idea was very simple. He planned to create 180 groups and pull all the survivors into fixed groups.
This would allow for better work allocation.
And work exchange.
The idea was very good; he was just waiting for the signalmen to get the infrastructure ready.
Lam Pham found Captain Loi, thinking about speeding up the copying and dissemination of the "Zombie Illustrated Guide." His greatest hope was to distribute the "Zombie Illustrated Guide" to every corner of the country.
"Yes, don't worry, it's already being printed day and night without interruption."
Captain Loi knew the importance of this matter.
Lam Pham said: "It's hard work. In a while, Professor Ha and the others will move the base here, and the battle armor production line will also be moved here. At that time, it might be even busier."
Captain Loi's face showed joy. He had never met Professor Ha, but he had always known about Professor Ha's deeds.
He knew that after the base's production line was moved to Hoang City, it would use Hoang City as a base and begin a counterattack against the zombies.
Perhaps not everyone could become an Awakened.
But when battle armor became widespread, even ordinary people could wear battle armor and fight ordinary zombies.
Just then.
His satellite phone rang.
Lam Pham hurriedly took it out, wondering if it was another lucky survivor who had found a satellite phone and was calling for help. He most…
…liked hearing such sounds.
Looking at the number.
It wasn't an unfamiliar survivor.
Connected.
"Hello, this is Lam Pham."
"Brother Lam, it's me. An unidentified cargo ship has appeared near us. Can you come and take a look?"
Duong Giai Vu said on the other end of the phone.
"Alright, I'll be right there."
He hung up the phone.
Lam Pham thought that it had been a while since he had gone to Duong Dao. He felt that place was very safe and had always been peaceful. After all, it was a waterway, and zombies couldn't swim. As long as they weren't careless, it was difficult to encounter danger.
But now it seemed that Duong Dao had some uninvited guests.
Duong Dao.
Everyone was on alert. The survivors planting in the fields all gathered together, very vigilantly watching the approaching cargo ship.
Their hearts already belonged to Duong Dao.
During this period of life, they increasingly approved of Duong Dao's management model. The manager, Duong Le, was also very friendly to them, providing three full meals a day, and never bullied them, treating them fairly.
Therefore, when an unknown cargo ship approached, everyone had only one thought in their hearts: no matter what, Duong Dao could not be allowed to come to harm.
"Dad, I've already called Brother Lam. He should be here later," Duong Giai Vu said.
Duong Le nodded, then looked at a bodyguard on the side, "Have they responded?"
"No response," the bodyguard shook his head and said.
Now, Duong Dao's combat strength was extraordinary. Wanting to easily occupy it was impossible. Moreover, his trust in Lam Pham had reached its limit. As long as Lam Pham arrived, then nothing would be a problem.
On the cargo ship.
A strong man looked at the island ahead, a ferocious smile appearing on his face. His right arm was a metal arm, glinting with metallic light under the sunlight.
His name was Ton Vi. He used to avoid zombies in this sea area.
He had even traded with Ha Khanh.
But he was no longer the person he used to be. After experiencing various things, he had grown, and had even received assistance from a mysterious organization.
"Brother Vi, the people on Duong Dao have contacted us, asking what we want to do. How should we reply?" an underling asked respectfully.
Ton Vi said coldly: "Reply to them, say we want to do them."
"Yes, Brother Vi."
The underling hurriedly ran off to reply.
Ton Vi thought of his former self, extremely ordinary, taking the things he had painstakingly obtained to exchange for supplies, just to get a little food. Such a life made him feel that life was truly joyless.
It was a kind of torment.
But now he believed that as long as he didn't die, he could make a name for himself.
Today, he considered himself the hegemon of the seas. He thought of an anime he had once watched. That's right, his grandson Vi was a pirate.
The underling who went to reply hurriedly ran back, "Brother Vi, the other party said they have firearms in their hands and demand that we leave immediately, otherwise they will launch an attack on us."
"Hmm?"
Ton Vi stared, glaring at the underling, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Haha... Interesting, really damn interesting. I haven't even laid a hand on them, and they dare to say they want to lay a hand on us."
"Go, bring someone over for me. I'll give them a big gift."
Very soon, when that underling returned, he was carrying a young man as thin as a stick. Looking at his appearance, it was clear he had suffered torture, and his mental state was very poor.
Ton Vi took out a tube of blue potion, pried open the other's mouth, and poured the potion glug-glug into his mouth.
"Go on then."
The metal arm grabbed the other person and suddenly threw him towards Duong Dao. Such strength made the underling beside him stare dumbfounded, exclaiming "terrifying." This was a person; even if he was skinny beyond recognition, it was impossible to throw him out so easily.
Bang!
The frail man fell on the edge of Duong Dao.
All the survivors looked warily at the guy who had been thrown over.
"This one's dead."
"Damn, how can someone have such terrifying strength? This person was thrown over just like that. Isn't that too terrifying?"
"Look, his head is bleeding."
"No, what on earth does the other party mean by this?"
Just as they were talking.
The man lying motionless on the shore suddenly trembled violently. His body was like it was equipped with an electric mini-motor, shattering and bouncing. If someone were riding on top, a major incident would probably occur.
The sudden situation made the survivors on Duong Dao stare dumbfounded.
Meanwhile.
The man stopped trembling, but everyone was horrified to find that a low, strange sound was coming from his throat. Then, his body began to swell. The clothes he was wearing couldn't withstand his expanding body and were instantly torn apart.
The man who was just frail a moment ago had actually turned into a huge, terrifying zombie.
"Zom...
...bie!"
Someone exclaimed.
The man-turned-zombie let out a low growl, his pale eyes rolling, his ferocious mouth dripping with viscous liquid. At this moment, his appearance was like that of a strength-type zombie.
But looking closely, one could find that he seemed a bit different from a strength-type zombie.
"Roar..."
The male zombie roared. Seeing the humans on the island, it rushed towards them like a rabid mad dog.
Ton Vi on the cargo ship looked at the situation on the shore.
"Impressive, Giant No. 1 potion is really potent. It can actually make a frail guy become so tall and strong in an instant. Truly strong."
From this, he deeply felt the terror of the mysterious organization.
This was definitely an organization with astonishing research achievements.
Just as he was thinking of watching the giant zombie furiously smash the survivors on Duong Dao, a scene he hadn't expected occurred. A young man walked out from Duong Dao and sent the giant zombie flying with one kick.
Then... there was no then.
"What the hell?"
Ton Vi couldn't accept such a result.
Then.
He saw that guy carrying a sword actually boarding a yacht and heading towards the cargo ship.
On the yacht.
"Mr. Lam, with your strength, you could have jumped onto the cargo ship. Why did you need me to send you?" a bodyguard asked curiously. It wasn't that he didn't want to send him; he was just purely curious.
Lam Pham said: "Maintaining normalcy is an essential condition for being human. I want to experience it."
Bodyguard: ...?
The yacht approached the cargo ship. Lam Pham asked the bodyguard to go back first, then he jumped onto the cargo ship.
The bodyguard looked at the figure that had jumped onto the cargo ship, panting slightly. Just now he said he wanted to be normal, and now he was being abnormal again. Such a height, he just jumped, truly terrifying.
On deck.
Lam Pham saw Ton Vi standing there and also thought about what had happened to that young man just now, why he had suddenly turned into a strength-type zombie.
"Hello everyone, my name is Lam Pham. Your actions have endangered the safety of Duong Dao."
Lam Pham looked at Ton Vi. The metal arm looked somewhat out of place with an ordinary person.
Ton Vi didn't recognize Lam Pham, hadn't even seen him before. Logically, if he could come to Hoang City, the "Zombie Illustrated Guide" would definitely have been distributed.
However, what he didn't know was that Ton Vi had always been active at sea, constantly searching for fleets.
The mainland was a zombie paradise.
So, fleets sailing on the sea definitely had living survivors.
And the soldiers distributing the "Zombie Illustrated Guide" had never distributed it on the sea.
Therefore, it was very normal for Ton Vi not to know.
Ton Vi narrowed his eyes, sizing up the guy who had appeared on the cargo ship. Although he wondered how the other party had gotten on board, now...
...was not the time to think about these things.
He waved his hand, and several underlings holding firearms appeared.
"Kill him."
Without clearly ascertaining the other party's situation, Ton Vi didn't intend to make a move himself. If he could be killed with firearms, at most it would just be a waste of a few bullets.