You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 97 There Will Be Bread, and There Will Be Cannons too

The next morning, as soon as Xu Lin got into the car to head to the police station, he received a radio call from the base.

"Inspector Xu, Director Zhang would like you to come over."

Forty minutes later.

Zhang Ye sat in the living room.

He looked at the disheveled uncle sitting across from him, the scrutiny in his eyes gradually fading to be replaced by deep anticipation.

The question of Ai Bing's identity had been resolved.

In a word, she came from a background with connections.

Immersed from childhood.

It also clarified the doubts he had harbored in his heart.

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How could a twenty-nine-year-old woman hold a professorship at a prestigious Shen Zhou institution like Sanjiang University? By what means?

Merit alone, that would be difficult.

Furthermore, she possessed an exceptionally attractive figure and appearance, lusted after by many in secret, yet no one dared to make a move.

If one thought about it further, the mysteries did not end there.

A woman, who in the face of crisis did not show much panic and even risked personal danger with a few students to save over a dozen survivors.

Additionally, in the campus's zombie-surrounded environment, she took the risk to go out searching for supplies to prevent others in the building from starving to death.

Leaving aside kindness and responsibility, her courage and skill alone were enough to astonish anyone.

And she had a wealth of shooting experience, with skills that could certainly be considered excellent.

Would such a woman be an ordinary university professor?

Especially in a field like civil engineering, where seniority is strictly observed.

Now that she had explained things, it seemed everything had an answer.

But as for what exactly her background was, the woman remained vague.

Zhang Ye didn't feel it was right to probe further.

Nowadays, any background was essentially the same.

The government was likely gone, and no matter how strong the background, it held no significance in the face of the apocalypse.

The only important thing was strength.

To raise the company's power to a new level, Ai Bing offered a simple suggestion.

Reduce the use of zombies for military purposes and instead use human survivors in their place.

Compared to combat, zombies, who never need rest, were born workers.

Their rightful place was in factories requiring vast amounts of unskilled labor.

The goods produced would just meet the human soldiers' consumption, as well as other commercial needs.

As for the human survivors, they could be categorized into three types.

First, workers.

Different from zombie workers.

These people had to have particular professional skills.

Their role was to lead those zombie employees.

Second, soldiers.

Not security guards or bodyguards.

These people had to undergo strict selection and training to adapt to various future battles.

Third, the common people.

They would serve as a reserve talent pool for the aforementioned two groups.

Simultaneously, they also had to provide future tax revenue and consumption.

The company would only provide protection.

Right now, the most crucial task was to select a suitable group from these survivors to form Zhang Ye's first troop.

As for who would take on the role of captain—

Zhang Ye had initially planned to choose between Wang Hu and Tian Gou.

Because their performance had been very satisfactory up to this point.

Diligent in their duties and grateful.

More importantly, both were registered on the human employees' roster.

Naturally, their loyalty was somewhat guaranteed.

The only problem was that neither of them had ever served in the military, meaning they lacked any military knowledge and training experience.

And the only person in the company who met this requirement was Xu Lin.

Because the security bureau belonged to the Shenzhou Army.

Mainly responsible for public order.

Every formal Inspector graduated from a regular military academy and naturally understood military knowledge very well.

Even the military training for university students each year was conducted by instructors selected from among them.

For this reason, Ai Bing strongly suggested that he should act as the instructor of the company's first battle squad.

At the same time, he would be responsible for training all future combat personnel.

Zhang Ye agreed.

But there was one final test.

"If one day, you finally make contact with someone from the government,"

"Xu Lin, what would you do?"

Zhang Ye asked, his gaze fixed intently on the man's eyes.

Xu Lin was startled, then a hint of conflict flashed through his eyes.

Eventually, however, it solidified into determination.

"Director Zhang,"

"I'm no longer a police supervisor."

"If outsiders really do contact me, then I would naturally report to you at once."

Seeing a satisfied expression on Zhang Ye's face, his somewhat anxious heart finally relaxed, and then he curiously asked:

"Why would you suddenly ask me this question?"

"Could it be that something has happened with the government—"

Xu Lin stopped mid-sentence, knowing Zhang Ye understood what he meant.

Indeed, Zhang Ye immediately shook his head and said:

"You're overthinking it."

"There's still no news from them."

"The reason I called you here is to assign you a very important task."

Upon hearing this, Xu Lin immediately sat up straight, his expression turning serious.

Could it be that Tian Gou has discovered a new survivor camp?

Yet instead of discussing the task, Zhang Ye first inquired about his recent work situation.

"How many survivors are at the hotel now?"

Xu Lin immediately answered: "Thirty-eight male survivors, ten female survivors, a total of forty-eight people."

He hastily added:

"There are two more survivor camps reported by Manager Tian that we haven't had time to visit yet."

"We're expecting about ten more people."

"That makes fifty-eight in all."

Zhang Ye listened and raised his eyebrows, realizing he already had so many people under him living off the company's payroll.

It seemed Ai Bing's suggestion last night really was the right one.

It was time to make use of their value.

He nodded and immediately shared the plan he had agreed upon with Ai Bing the previous night with Xu Lin.

"I want to form a combat unit that has undergone formal military training."

"Responsible for all the combat missions the company will face in the future."

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Lin's eyes suddenly brimmed with elation, and he quickly replied:

"Director Zhang!"

"We should have done this a long time ago!"

"I've actually been wanting to suggest it, but I was afraid you might misunderstand!"

"If we can form an army of over two hundred with well-equipped troops, dealing with zombies will be much simpler than now!"

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly dimmed.

Obviously, something had occurred to him.

Weapons.

A qualified modern army requires more than just professional military training; it also needs mass-produced modern weapons and equipment.

Only then will they be able to cope with the hordes of zombies that regularly number in the thousands in the cities.

But where to get the weapons and equipment?

Zhang Ye didn't know.

Before the apocalypse, after all, he was just an ordinary person.

Not to mention powerful tanks and artillery, he had never even seen the handguns carried by police supervisors, so naturally, he couldn't talk about producing or manufacturing them.

Therefore, he could only stand up, pat Xu Lin on the shoulder for comfort, and say:

"Don't worry."

"Let's get the team together first."

"Bread will be had, and guns and artillery will naturally follow."