I'm About to Start Showing Off

Upon receiving Lin·Purple Firmament's admission criteria, the Seventh Vice Minister did not hesitate for a moment and immediately sent the criteria to the other Minister.

Then...

The Minister, who hadn't even left the meeting room, resumed their meeting.

What do you think?

The Minister glanced at it and asked in a low voice.

"It's perfectly reasonable."

This is the opinion of the Second Vice Minister.

The others nodded in agreement.

"That is indeed reasonable."

"All the evaluation criteria are perfectly normal, there's no reason to find fault with them, I think it's fine as it is?"

"Okay, then we'll proceed according to this standard."

The Minister nodded and continued, "However, there are a few points we need to pay attention to."

"First, we need to be fast! After all, the people have been waiting for a very long time. It's time to give them a definite answer, so within one hour, more than 95% of the eligible people should receive the message. Is that alright?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

There's really no problem with that.

How many people under 30 don't have a cell phone these days? We could just filter them out and send each of them a text message!

Besides, it's currently the enrollment season, and all the major enrollment websites are putting the enrollment information for the Cultivation Academy - Purple Bamboo Academy on their front page and first screen. Are they worried that students won't see it?

Once the students saw it, their families naturally found out as well.

If your family knows, then the entire surrounding village, the loving family, will find out very quickly, won't they?

"Secondly, speed is still crucial!"

"The registration channel must be completed within ten minutes of our meeting ending, and relevant departments in various regions must immediately conduct the review process."

Third, it's still about speed.

"Flights from all over the country are working overtime, and some more will be allocated to send qualified 'candidates' to C City. Tomorrow morning, Lin Fan can make his own selection."

"All related preparations must be done quickly, and all issues such as food and accommodation must be properly resolved."

"I believe this recruitment drive will be a huge success, and at the same time, some people will try to take advantage of it..."

The Minister's gaze swept over everyone present.

He didn't think that the people present would try to squeeze their descendants into the list. After all, Lin Fan's approval was the final word, and besides, they all had cultivation techniques, so there was no need for them to do such a thing.

But it's not necessarily the case for others.

Whether they are officials or businessmen, there will definitely be people who are desperate to get in.

"We must strictly control this aspect and prevent any problems from occurring. Otherwise, if Lin Fan gets angry, we will be the ones who suffer."

"Um..."

The Minister all nodded. "Understood."

"Then let's arrange it immediately!"

"This matter is of utmost importance right now!"

"Disperse..."

Beep beep beep.

Before he could finish saying "meeting, "the Second Vice Minister's phone rang again.

"You still say you didn't see our submarine?! That's outrageous!"

Smith roared, "Our satellites have taken pictures, and the photos have already been sent over. What else do you have to say?"

"Your cultivators and your Resident Happiness Living Department are all here. Where is our submarine?!"

"What submarine?"

"What photo?"

"Oh, you mean this photo? Where's the submarine? The powerful cultivator said it's a Big Fish!"

"???"

"In the South China Sea there is Big Fish, its name is Kun..."

Beep beep beep.

"Go and make the arrangements. Of all the things, those related to the Purple Bamboo Academy are given top priority, those for preventing Biohazard are given second priority, and this matter... let's give it a fourth priority. I really didn't expect that the Capitalist Income Protection Guild's nuclear submarines aren't all that great. There aren't many technologies worth learning."

"Just wait a few days, disassemble a few more parts, and return them to them."

"Don't talk nonsense! There's no submarine here. They're clearly researching Big Fish!"

"Hehehe..."

Everyone laughed.

Including the Seventh Vice Minister who looked like they were in mourning.

"Fuck!!!"

The call was disconnected again.

Smith was so angry he almost vomited blood. "This is blatant lying! It's utterly shameless, despicable!"

"I'll report to Chairman Bob right away..."

"Damn it!"

After hearing Smith's report, Bob's face also turned very ugly. "This is too shameless, but this is really the style of those people!"

"They all verbally protest, acting like powerless punching bags, but in reality, they are secretly engaging in all sorts of disgusting actions."

"Yes, President, what should we do?"

Smith was furious!

They all chimed in with embellishments, eagerly anticipating Bob's order to cause trouble. However, he also knew that cultivators were powerful...

If we really have to fight...

I wouldn't dare!

"..."

How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?

You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?

Bob was even more frustrated.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly, his eyes lit up!

"Got it!"

"Don't worry, wait for my message!"

Los Angeles, almost there.

Bob continued to refine his ideas and thoughts, and his worries and anger quickly turned into pride.

"As expected, no one understands it better than me~"

"Ah!!!"

"Help..."

The streets were covered in blood.

Everywhere was covered in blood clots and the acrid fumes and smoke from burning unidentified objects.

but...

There aren't many people around anymore.

The roars of the 'vampires' could not be heard either.

The occasional screams that rang out seemed particularly shrill.

The three blocks nearby had been sealed off by heavily armed troops, but they did not act rashly because Bob and Moose had repeatedly ordered them not to make any rash moves.

At this moment, their expressions were very solemn.

Upon arriving at the scene, after hearing descriptions from the 'people in the disaster area,' they realized that these zombies were many times more powerful than they had imagined.

It's fast and powerful; it can withstand handgun bullets and even rifle bullets without getting a headshot...

Who the hell isn't afraid of that?

"I really don't know which company produced this."

"If you ask me, those capitalists are all bad news. Of all the things they could research, they had to secretly study bio-viruses..."

"That's right, they're all bad people!"

"Sigh, I really don't know how many people have died, and how many left before we arrived. I'm afraid something terrible is going to happen."

Military officers are exchanging ideas.

But soon, they discovered the problem.

Why is it so quiet?

"The screams have stopped. There's no one alive inside, right?"

"These zombies are really strange. They don't even howl. Shouldn't zombies be howling like ghosts?"

No one understood the situation, but they knew what to do at that moment.

"Attention all personnel, go on high alert and be ready to fire at any time!"

They're not stupid.

Although it's unclear why these 'zombies' are so 'quiet,' it's enough to prove that there are almost no living people left inside.

The absence of survivors means that zombies are likely to begin attacking the defenses in a short period of time.

We must be wary!

That is, at this very moment.

Moose has arrived.

"Vice President!"

The commander on site greeted him loudly and saluted.

Moose frowned as she listened.

Why are you making such a loud noise? Are you trying to see who can shout the loudest? If I weren't wearing headphones, I'd probably bite you!

He nodded with a dark expression. "Yes."

"Leave this to me, you all step back."

"???"

The commander and everyone nearby who heard Moose's words were stunned.

Then, they panicked.

"Mr. Moose, you've just arrived and may not understand the seriousness of the situation. It's teeming with zombies inside, and they're incredibly powerful..."

"I said, you all step back."

Moose's expression grew cold.

I don't know the situation?

I know way more than you guys do, you know nothing!

And don't they all understand the situation? I'm about to start showing off and they still can't see it?

"Immediately, right now!"

He scolded again.

Everyone was puzzled, especially the commander, who looked at Moose as if he were an idiot...

Are you fucking crazy?

I already said the zombies inside are ferocious, and you still act all high and mighty and say you can handle it? Even if you want to die, this isn't how you do it, is it?

And you're yelling at me?

Fine, let's see how you die!

Who doesn't have a temper?

The commander took a step back without making a sound.

Seeing this, the others could only back down.

Moose snorted coldly and stepped forward alone, like the 'last warrior,' turning his back on the large army and heading towards the hellish landscape ahead.

"Although he's an idiot, he's incredibly brave."

The commander muttered to himself.

The surrounding three blocks have been basically cleared out.

Normal people would run faster than anyone else after learning about ' Biohazard '. Those who couldn't run away were basically rescued. The few who remained were simply too cowardly to show their faces or even make a sound.

They hid in their own home or in some corner, and were not discovered for the time being.

However, the core neighborhood where the ' Biohazard ' outbreak occurred was not the hellish scene one might imagine.

It's true that there's blood everywhere.

It's true that there was smoke everywhere and burning cars.

but...

A corpse?

No!

Severed limbs?

No.

As the surroundings gradually quieted down, the Second Generation, third, and even fourth generation infected individuals had calmed down and regained their rationality.

Of course, the extent of recovery varies depending on which generation they belong to.

Those who had been bitten, with only a lot of blood on their bodies, all stood up at this moment.

Some looked confused, some were bewildered, and some had stiff expressions.

More than 20,000 people gathered together.

At the very center were the seven sexy women of the night. At this moment, they had fully regained their senses. Seeing the situation around them and recalling what they had just done, they were somewhat flustered.

"What... what have we done?"

"Have we turned into zombies?"

"But we have our own thoughts, we can speak, and we have our original memories. Are zombies like that?"

"We... we've bitten so many people, won't the army kill us?"

They were very worried and anxious.

Just as they were talking, footsteps sounded, and Moose strolled over, attracting the attention of all the 'zombies' in the area.

"Do not confuse the noble vampires with the filthy, inferior zombies."