At this moment, within the White-Headed Sam Empire.
Trujillo had just personally led a force to eliminate the invading Third Generation Mutated Zombies.
He took the phone from one of his subordinates and glanced at it.
When he saw Li Chen conducting a Global Livestream, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Mr. Leader, that brat Li Chen intends to gather all the survivors in the world together so they can be more easily lured away and abducted. I think it is absolutely necessary for us to stop that brat!"
"If he really achieves that goal, we will be in serious trouble later! It would mean we may not have enough population left to continue our race..."
Keao Gibson, Deputy Commander of the White-Headed Sam Empire Shelter, stood beside Trujillo with a deeply furrowed brow as he made this suggestion.
But Trujillo clearly had plans of his own.
Hearing this, he merely chuckled twice.
"Stop them? Why should we stop them?"
"My dear friend, what we should be doing now is not directly clashing with the Star-Level Shelter! We need to mobilize everyone we currently have."
"Have the residents farm! Restore production! Get everyone producing food and industrial goods!"
Trujillo looked at Keao Gibson with a confident smile.
Then he laid out his plan.
"Producing... food?"
Keao Gibson was somewhat confused.
The other commanders around them also revealed puzzled expressions.
At a time like this, the enemy was about to trick all the wandering survivors around the world into heading to the Dragon Nation.
And at such a time, Commander wanted everyone to farm?
What kind of bizarre move was that?
Once the enemy absorbed those survivors, their strength would soar dramatically.
By then, they might be able to sweep across the entire world without resistance.
Farm? Grow all that food just to