132 Reward, Doomsday Yacht!

The Director’s throat was slashed open.

Blood flooded into his windpipe, choking him instantly.

"W-why!"

The Director turned his head in disbelief, staring at Xue Feng, who had just cut his airway.

"Fool. Why would I want so many super-powered individuals? They would only threaten me sooner or later," Xue Feng said coldly.

"Ugh..."

With a heavy thud, the Director collapsed to the floor, unable to make another sound.

"Besides, I have no interest in hanging around with a madman. Who knows what kind of monsters you’ve been creating?" Xue Feng spat on the ground, expressing his utter contempt for the Director.

While Xue Feng often chose not to intervene in the deaths of others, he was no misanthrope; he simply respected the fate of others. If they lacked the ability to survive in the apocalypse, they had no right to expect others to rescue them.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the host for successfully verifying the intelligence. You have been awarded an Apocalypse Yacht.]

[Apocalypse Yacht: Electric-powered with integrated solar panels for automatic charging.]

An apocalypse yacht?

Xue Feng paused for a moment, surprised that the system had rewarded him with a boat. This was a valuable asset. His base was located right by a river. With a yacht, he could travel to the neighboring city. There had been a cross-river bridge, but when the apocalypse broke out, a cargo ship had collided with it, destroying the deck and forcing everyone to take a long detour. That detour took hundreds of kilometers and seven or eight hours to travel, but with a boat, he could cross in just over twenty minutes.

In truth, Xue Feng had heard the notification sound while the Director was rambling, but he had been mid-battle, his focus entirely on his opponent, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had already expended a fair amount of energy on the way here and did not want a direct confrontation. The Director’s ability—likely lightning-based—was particularly troublesome; his own "Stone Skin" could not block electricity. Had they engaged in a prolonged fight, Xue Feng might have been injured. Thus, he had chosen a surprise attack. As expected, the Director’s age had caught up with him; his reflexes were too slow, and Xue Feng’s strike succeeded.

He figured there must be a place where the research was stored, so he began to search for any successful results. He had no intention of collaborating with the Director, but if he could find the research data, he could bring it back for Nie Xiaoyue to examine. Xue Feng was actually quite interested in how to create super-powered individuals, provided it was only for his own people and the numbers remained controlled to avoid chaos.

As he searched, he discovered that the hospital hid even deeper sins. Human bones were scattered in many places, and the hospital's food supplies were scarce, suggesting they had resorted to extreme measures to survive. Soon, he found a records room containing a laptop and many blueprints. The laptop was still powered and appeared to be in frequent use. The blueprints depicted human and zombie anatomical structures—things Xue Feng couldn't fully comprehend but knew were significant. He immediately stored everything into his spatial backpack.

Before leaving the hospital, Xue Feng paused, pulled out a drum of gasoline, and poured it throughout the hallway. He then used his ability to ignite it. Gradually, flames engulfed the entire hospital, purging the evil within. Anyone following the flyers to this place would find nothing but ruins.

"Master!" Qin Fengshan jumped out from the nearby woods.

"You didn't leave?" Xue Feng was surprised. He had ordered Qin Fengshan to escape to save his own life; he hadn't expected him to stay behind.

"Master, I thought I could still be of help. A few of the guys from the hospital tried to run, and I took them all out," Qin Fengshan replied immediately.

Xue Feng nodded. He hadn't expected much from Qin Fengshan, but he turned out to be quite proactive. Furthermore, Qin Fengshan had not betrayed his secrets, which already made him better than most people at the base. With over a hundred people in his faction, Xue Feng suspected that if they were subjected to torture, anyone other than his core group of a dozen would have leaked everything.

"Come back to the base with me. You are now a B-level member," Xue Feng said.

"R-really?" Qin Fengshan’s expression turned to one of wild joy. He knew the perks of being a B-level member; there were very few, and he was now among them.

"You performed a dangerous mission. However, while your rank has increased, you don't have an official position yet. Just take your orders from Tang Qiqiang for now," Xue Feng instructed.

"Thank you, Master!" Qin Fengshan could hardly contain his excitement; he wished for more opportunities like this.

On the way back, several survivors standing on the road waved at the armored vehicle, hoping for a ride. They were escapees from the hospital, but Xue Feng ignored them; in his eyes, they had no value.

"These people were already burned by the mental hospital once, and they still want to get into a stranger's car?" Qin Fengshan remarked with surprise. If it were him, he wouldn't trust anyone anymore.

"They are just trying their luck. Food is hard to find now," Xue Feng said flatly.

City resources were dwindling. Qin Fengshan had a sudden realization—to many survivors, they were dead either way.

Before dusk, Xue Feng returned to the base. After dinner, he convened a high-level meeting with the A-level members. He briefed everyone on the Northern Mental Hospital and then dropped a bombshell: "I have a plan. I intend to wipe out all the zombies in the city. What are your thoughts?"

Wipe out all the zombies in the city!

"That’s a great idea!" An Xiaowei said immediately.

"Exactly. That way, we can scavenge for resources on a much larger scale, and we can recover equipment like machinery," Gu Xiaoqian agreed.

"Plus, our base will be much safer; the chance of zombies slipping in will be even lower," You Haoyun added.

Xue Feng couldn't help but smile wryly. Whatever he proposed, these women were always in favor.

"What is your opinion?" Xue Feng turned to Shen Ruyan. As his strategist, her input carried more weight.

"It will consume a vast amount of manpower and resources, and there is no telling how long it will take to clear them all," Shen Ruyan said gravely.

Xue Feng nodded, acknowledging the concern.

"However, it is not impossible!" Shen Ruyan’s eyes brightened.