A day later.
After leaving the highway, the five combat squads finally gathered in the open space in front of the toll station.
The situation inside City N was still unclear.
They couldn't rush in blindly.
Everyone settled down to rest there for the night, planning to set out at daybreak to wipe out the zombies.
They would also confirm the rescue route along the way.
"I told you to listen to me! I'm the commander in charge of this operation!"
An irritable male voice rang out, without the slightest hint of compromise.
He was downright rude.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Listen to you? Just bombard the place? What if there are survivors?!"
A woman's crisp, clearly enunciated voice followed immediately, flatly contradicting him.
"How long has it been since the apocalypse started?! Mu Mei, let me tell you! Our mission is to rescue the researchers! Every day we waste means more risk! Can you afford that delay? How many survivors could there possibly be in this godforsaken place?!"
The man grew more irate as he shouted, eventually cursing, "Even if there are survivors, who's more valuable-the researchers or those survivors?! Don't we have enough sickly ordinary people already? If they die, they die!"
The captains of the other two combat squads didn't dare provoke either of them. After all, one was the captain of the Golden Roc Squad, and the other was the captain of the Rose Squad.
Both squads ranked in the top thirty. Who would dare offend them?
Mu Mei flew into a rage at that. **"So ordinary people's lives don't count? We clearly have another option! It's just a little slower. We can break through from the southeast, and it won't take much longer. Why the hell do we have to sacrifice