Missile Vehicle

Last night, when Qi Hancai received the radio message, she was completely stunned.

Wu Heng had told her to organize a team and set out immediately to take over the Central Broadcast Station.

She had been dumbfounded for quite a while.

She had changed her appearance and followed the Central Broadcast Station over there during the day, only to take it over that night?

Even transferring to another department didn't involve work handovers this quickly!

Facing Qi Hancai's startled cry, Wu Heng gestured for her to calm down and explained, "There was no choice. They collected photos and planned to use satellites for a Precision Strike—to lock onto me with missiles and kill me."

Qi Hancai's gaze sharpened, and her expression instantly turned calm. "What was their reason?"

"It was still about that bit of land. If I died, all the skeletons would collapse and vanish, and the land cleared of Zombies would still belong to them," Wu Heng said.

Qi Hancai gritted her teeth. "Those people really deserve to die."

The two sides had always maintained trade.

Their relationship could not be called particularly close, but they had still been continuously supplying the other side with food.

Given the current situation, anyone willing to accept their gold and provide food was practically offering aid.

Who knew how many bases around the world had tried to contact them in hopes of trading for food.

Yet in the end, those bastards had nearly turned around and bitten them, trying to kill their own leader.

"Don't worry. I've already killed them," Wu Heng said with a smile.

Qi Hancai sat down opposite him, crossing her legs, her expression still serious. "This place is different from our base. Its hierarchy and power structures are deeply entrenched. It may not be easy to manage."