An hour later,
Shen Jin stood above Kandahar City with 1,200 of his subordinates.
In the pitch-black night, the city was utterly quiet.
Points of light shone in a few places, though it was unclear whether they came from fire or electricity.
Shen Jin thought they were most likely flames. After all, this city might not even have maintained a twenty-four-hour electricity supply before the apocalypse, let alone now.
The moonlight was dim tonight. Even though everyone was a Superhuman, they could not make out what was below them from a low altitude of 1,000 meters.
"Brother Jin, do we have his approximate location? If we search such a large area, I'm afraid we'll have trouble finding him anytime soon."
After Yang Ao spoke, the other captains nodded in agreement.
At night, although most zombies became less active, the lack of light impaired human vision. Without an ability like Qi Tong's that could illuminate a large area, the outside world was actually very dangerous at night. Mutated zombies all hunted at night.
Now, finding a Superhuman from Japan in a completely unfamiliar city was far too difficult!
Qi Tong said, "How about... I activate my ability, and we fly low and search slowly?"
She could illuminate the surroundings.
But one person's search range was too small. Even if the others had flashlights, their light would be negligible. They might pass right by before getting a clear look. Nor could these 1,200 people search house by house. They would spend the entire night fighting zombies and still not finish.
Shen Jin pondered for a moment, then asked, "If you were Ibe, where would you choose to absorb this 'seed'?"
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Putting themselves in his shoes!
People always left traces of their movements. By putting themselves in the other