Walking to the small square in the middle of the hospital, several women from the guard team were teaching a dozen girls how to kill zombies and do physical exercises.
They were all still weak, unlike the female guards Ryan had selected, who already had some combat ability. This group of new women were mostly college students or female teachers who had never even touched a gun. Although they had some talent, they still needed time to train.
"Master, these people have poor physical fitness and need a long time of training. Their shooting skills are even worse. Even if they practice, the bullets brought from the police station are wasted and are not enough for them," Olivia said with some disdain as she watched the group of women practicing clumsily.
Ryan found it a little funny. How dare you talk about others? You were no different from them back then. If you hadn’t been given several abilities, you’d still be a weakling now. Now that you’ve turned the tables, you want to laugh at others and call them trash?
Olivia felt a little embarrassed by Ryan’s gaze and smiled awkwardly.
"I know all this, but it doesn’t matter. Firearms will only become weaker and weaker in the future. The most important thing is to improve your own strength,"
Ryan said, unconcerned. Level 2 zombies could withstand some low-caliber pistols, not to mention advanced zombies. By then, even a rocket launcher might not faze them.
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Now, Ryan’s physical fitness had reached nearly eighty points, an eight-fold increase compared to an average human.
His combat power far surpassed this. It could be said that he was now a real superman. Ordinary pistols couldn’t penetrate his body’s defense unless it was a powerful firearm like a Desert Eagle.
Therefore, firearms could only serve as a transition in the early stages or as a deterrent. To truly thrive, one had to upgrade physical fitness and develop superpowers. That was the only way to survive in the apocalypse.
The guard members selected by Ryan all had a loyalty of over 80, and each of them had been taught firearms proficiency skills, making them qualified instructors. After being taught this magical ability, the loyalty of these women also rose rapidly.
Several of them broke through 90 points on the spot, and the others were close behind.
After inspecting the base, Ryan seemed to have nothing to do, so he lay on the sofa with his arms around Olivia, watching TV.
It was now the sixth day since the apocalypse began. Although communication equipment hadn’t been completely cut off, a large part of it had been shut down. Only a few TV stations were still broadcasting, and most social media platforms were paralyzed.
The situation was similar all over the world. Survivors were hiding in corners or behind walls, too afraid to go out.
Correspondingly, after several days of adjustments, various countries were urgently discussing countermeasures. At the same time, the news continued to report that countries around the world had issued martial law orders and mobilized their military to encircle and suppress the zombies.
In addition, citizens were instructed to stay at home, lock doors and windows, stock up on drinking water and food, and have confidence that the government would find a way to deal with the disaster.
Ryan even saw news that the military district near A City was dispatching several reinforced regiments, complete with armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles, to clear out the zombies.
To inspire people, local TV stations and radio stations were mobilized to broadcast the news. On TV, the interview car followed the military convoy from a distance. When the armored vehicles entered the urban area of A and appeared on camera, the convoy stopped.
The filming crew was kept far outside the isolation zone. The only thing visible in the camera was soldiers jumping out of the armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles gradually moving toward the city.
Although they didn’t encounter large groups of zombies along the way, there were still quite a few sporadic ones. However, they were all wiped out under the powerful firepower of the army, which greatly boosted morale.
Sitting on the sofa, Olivia frowned, seeming a little unhappy.
"What’s wrong? Why are you so sad?" Ryan pinched her little face.
"Master, do you think this zombie cleanup plan will be successful?"
Ryan shook his head.
"If there are only ordinary zombies, there’s still a chance. After all, these zombies don’t have any special abilities. But the problem is that zombies are constantly evolving. The more advanced they become, the less effective thermal weapons will be."
"A City is the capital of ABC Province, with a permanent population of 20 million. Even if we calculate it at 50%, there are at least 10 million zombies at the start of the apocalypse. With so many zombies, how many commanders and high-level zombies could be born? Just keep watching; it definitely won’t be smooth."
On TV, the host, unable to see the specific situation on the ground, began rambling to fill time. Two minutes later, intense gunfire erupted on TV, followed by the sound of machine guns from infantry fighting vehicles and the steady advance of tanks.
Ryan had to admire the power of modern weaponry. Heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, and fully armed soldiers advanced behind the armored vehicles. Even several armed helicopters hovered in the sky. Under such firepower, ordinary zombies were shredded before they could even get close.
Olivia’s mouth fell open in shock at the display of firepower. However, Ryan wasn’t as impressed. How many weapons could a few reinforced regiments bring?
The noise was deafening. Many zombies were howling and rushing toward the gunfire. The bullets would eventually run out. What then?
Weapons of mass destruction couldn’t be used. This was a city, and no one knew how many survivors were still hiding. No one dared to use missiles or rockets to wipe out the city.
The intense gunfire lasted only a few hours before suddenly ceasing, leaving only the sporadic sound of machine guns, which soon fell silent as well. Then, bursts of black smoke rose, accompanied by continuous explosions. Ryan guessed what was happening: infantry fighting vehicles or armored vehicles were catching fire.