"Heh~ No. 9 Villas. I'd only ever heard of it, never seen it. Now that the apocalypse is here, I finally get a chance to visit."
Shen Jin knew there were nearly 1,000 survivors inside.
Before setting out, they had already studied the route. They would pass four survivor settlements along the way, and this was one of them.
"They've been here for a while, so there must be Superhumans. The only question is how many."
Heavenly Net's military satellite signal equipment could distinguish zombies from humans in images, but it could not tell what tier the zombies were or whether the humans were Superhumans.
The satellites could only identify objects and people by their appearance.
Yang Ao gave a friendly smile, but the commanding air of the base's second-in-command remained undiminished.
With so many Superhumans under his command, Yang Ao had long since ceased to be the rich kid who drove around in an RV looking for hookups.
Fighter, squad leader, decision-maker.
Those were his current identities.
"Learning lends a person grace" applied to the current Yang Ao, too.
Why had those high-ranking officials before the apocalypse looked so imposing, their presence so overwhelming?
Because they occupied those positions, held power in their hands, had people under them, and had firepower between their legs.
Generally, once they retired, that imposing presence quickly faded.
Without the boost that position gave him, a man would quickly return to being an ordinary person-albeit a knowledgeable one.
If he could recognize his own place, he could still be an open-minded elder, a teacher.
Yang Ao was now like a high-ranking official before the apocalypse: he held power, had people under him, and had firepower.
In fact, his presence was even stronger, because his own strength meant that even without his position, he would