138: Chapter 138 Two chains bind the mother tiger, and Lin Yuan's express delivery is airdropped into the capital.

Memories of his past life churned in Lin Yuan's mind.

"Meat Tank Queen," A-rank Superpower [Heavy Assault Charge].

Once activated, she was like a heavy armored vehicle traveling at full speed.

In his past life, during the eighth Red Moon, this woman had single-handedly smashed through a defensive line of a Zombie Horde composed of tens of thousands of zombies, enduring the strafing fire of three heavy machine guns, and rammed a shelter leader who had betrayed her into a pulp.

A fierce warrior.

Lin Yuan naturally knew her.

Unfortunately, her appearance was too rough; her attractiveness score was far below the system's binding threshold of 85.

If he couldn't use the system to bind her, he would use her weaknesses to tether her.

The women in the female prisoner camp were the first chain in Lin Yuan's plan to tether Sister Long.

This was also why Lin Yuan had spoken up to take them in.

And the honest, reliable Tank was the second chain, which had fallen from the sky, outside of his plan.

With both chains in place, this tigress would have to obediently turn the millstone of Tiangong No. 1.

After all, he, Lin Yuan, was never a kind person.

Outer ring shantytown.

The tension was thick enough to blow the roof off the anti-freeze shed.

"They are prisoners! Why should they live in the same district as us?"

"Just because Boss Lin is kind-hearted doesn't mean we have to live and eat with this group of convicts!"

Over a dozen survivors blocked the entrance to the female prisoner dormitory.

The leader was named Zhang Qiang, clutching a crowbar in his hand, pointing at the female prisoners making their beds inside and cursing.

"They were only locked up because they committed crimes."

"If your supplies go missing at night, don't blame me for not warning you!"

As he spoke, he even picked out a frail-looking female prisoner and gave her a shove, directly reaching into her pocket to pull out a few candies that Tang Qiqi had given her earlier.

"Look at this candy. Is this something survivors on the outside can eat?"

A few female prisoners had fiery tempers; they immediately grabbed the iron pipes they had brought from prison, their eyes fierce.

They had even seen the blades of invaders; would they be afraid of these few bluffing cowards?

Just as tensions were about to explode, a massive figure pushed through the crowd.

Fat Dragon pinched his left fingers together, a flame lighting the cigarette he was biting, while his right hand held a fire axe as he strode over.

"Are you all fucking bored and overfed?" Fat Dragon swung his axe into a waste oil drum nearby.

The iron sheet burst, and sparks flew everywhere.

Everyone shut up.

Zhang Qiang swallowed his saliva: "Brother Long... these women's backgrounds aren't clean..."

Fat Dragon slapped him, spinning Zhang Qiang halfway around.

"Backgrounds aren't clean?"

Fat Dragon grabbed his collar, sneering.

"Boss Lin decided to take them in, so they are teammates."

Zhang Qiang clutched his face, not daring to say a word.

Captain Han Xue, wearing tactical gear, walked to the center of the crowd.

The rabbit logo on her chest rose and fell with her breathing.

She scanned the trembling troublemakers, her voice extremely cold: "The rules of Tiangong No. 1: criminal records from the old world are wiped clean."

"Whoever causes trouble again, no food for three days."

The small eyes of those male survivors involuntarily darted a few times at the extremely rounded and towering curves outlined by Captain Han Xue's tight clothing.

Ultimately, under Captain Han Xue's sharp gaze, they could only shrink their necks and slink away.

The crowd dispersed, but the resentment did not.

Those survivors with families still looked at the female prisoners with wariness and hostility.

This bomb had only been temporarily suppressed.

Second-floor study.

Su Xiaonuan placed a cup of black coffee on Lin Yuan's desk, holding a tablet in her hand.

Today, she had specifically changed into a black hip-hugging professional short skirt that was extremely enticing in a workplace setting, her long, straight legs wrapped in a layer of thin-as-cicada-wings black silk stockings.

Liu Qing had been in the master bedroom for the past few days, so it was her turn.

"Boss Lin, the mood in the outer ring isn't quite right. Do you need to dismantle the female prisoner camp and mix them into other teams?"

"This can prevent them from forming cliques and also appease the old residents."

Su Xiaonuan's workplace management thinking was very sharp.

Lin Yuan picked up the coffee and took a sip: "No need."

His rough, long fingers slid gently across her thigh wrapped in black silk, causing Su Xiaonuan's delicate body to tremble slightly, her eyes brimming with water.

Lin Yuan looked at Captain Han Xue on the surveillance screen, "This is her duty; it's not like she can stop working just because she has a tail."

Su Xiaonuan felt her whole body go numb from the touch, but she immediately understood, meekly lowering her head, her beautiful legs in black silk under the skirt slightly crossed: "Understood."

Her fingertips tapped gently on the edge of the tablet, immediately dragging the "Female Prisoner Resettlement Plan" into the pending observation column.

Outer ring supply warehouse.

Tank was shirtless, carrying 50-kilogram barrels of medical diesel onto a cart.

Sweat flowed down his rock-like muscle lines.

At the warehouse entrance, the light was blocked.

Sister Long was wearing that military green vest, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame watching for a full two minutes.

"After mixing for so many years, you've only amounted to carrying oil barrels for people?" Sister Long's voice was coarse, carrying mockery.

Tank's movements stiffened.

He didn't look up; he placed the oil barrel heavily on the cart and turned to move the next one.

Seeing him playing dead, Sister Long strode over and pressed down on the other end of the oil barrel.

The strength of the two clashed on the oil barrel, the iron sheet making a sour, creaking sound.

"Didn't you say you were saving money to marry me back then? Where's the money?"

Sister Long's eyes were red, but her words were as poisonous as a knife, "What, did you drink yourself to death in a brothel with the money?"

Tank was silent for a few seconds.

"Used it to treat Xixi's illness." His voice was muffled.

Hearing this, Sister Long's insults got stuck in her throat.

She looked down and saw the small toe on Tank's foot that she had kicked and broken years ago, and suddenly looked away.

"Wimp."

Tank's hand trembled, and the diesel barrel slipped, smashing straight toward his foot.

Sister Long subconsciously reached out and caught the bottom of the barrel steadily.

Neither of them looked at the other.

But their hands stayed on the same oil barrel, neither letting go.

Behind the warehouse shelves.

Shadow crouched on a box, lowering his voice to say to Lu Yan below: "These two don't have no feelings; they just stab each other with knives the moment they open their mouths."

Lu Yan watched this scene, sighed slightly, and didn't speak.

...

South Suburb Military District, headquarters.

Director Li Wenhui sat behind a large desk, his face as white as paper.

Two minutes ago, a letter pinned to the wooden door with a dart was delivered to him.

[Grandmaster Ling Suzhen is at Cloud Top Palace]

It was a warning from the Japanese Ninja Guild, and also a threat.

Director Li Wenhui's palms were full of cold sweat.

He had thought borrowing a knife to kill was seamless; the ninjas would kill Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, and he would logically incorporate the North Suburbs, then shift the blame to outside forces.

But now, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen wasn't dead! And she had been saved by Lin Yuan!

"Damn it, aren't these two enemies!" Director Li Wenhui stood up and paced back and forth in the office.

The secretary, One-Ear, had his head wrapped in thick bandages and asked tremblingly: "Director, how should we explain this to the capital? Should we tell the truth..."

"Tell the truth my ass!" Director Li Wenhui kicked the secretary in the leg, "If the capital finds out I colluded with the devils to harm the imperial envoy, my entire clan will be tossed into a zombie pit!"

He had to suppress the news and gain absolute power before Grandmaster Ling Suzhen recovered.

Director Li Wenhui took a deep breath, walked to the encrypted communication console, and dialed the emergency team's direct line in the capital.

"I am the person in charge of the Jiangcheng defensive zone, Director Li Wenhui. Requesting a direct call."

Ten seconds later, a dignified and weary voice came through.

"Director Li Wenhui? Why did Grandmaster Ling Suzhen lose contact?"

Director Li Wenhui's voice became sorrowful: "Sir! Last night, a batch of overseas armed thugs landed in the East Suburbs; they are people from the Japanese Ninja Guild!"

"Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, in order to protect the refugees, led her team to pursue them alone and encountered an ambush... currently, her whereabouts are unknown, and we are searching for her with all our might!"

The other end of the line was silent.

A full half-minute later, the dignified voice sounded again.

"These beasts actually dare to cross the sea and take root."

The voice carried thick murderous intent, but what followed was helplessness, "Director Li Wenhui, you must hold the Jiangcheng defensive line. You absolutely cannot let these foreign enemies gain a foothold on the land of the Dragon Kingdom!"

Director Li Wenhui immediately pleaded poverty: "Sir! The South Suburbs have suffered heavy casualties! We are not afraid of death, but ordinary soldiers simply cannot block ninjutsu! We need more awakening serum!"

The capital side sighed: "Serum production capacity is limited, and there is big trouble in the capital too."

"What trouble?"

"An intelligent Zombie King has appeared in the outskirts of the capital. It has already swallowed two regiment-level defensive zones; conventional firepower simply cannot penetrate it."

The capital's voice carried suppressed gravity, "The main force cannot move south to support Jiangcheng in the short term."

Director Li Wenhui listened, terrified; an intelligent Zombie King?

But that had nothing to do with him.

He only wanted power.

"Sir, the South Suburbs can serve as the first barrier against foreign enemies, but please, no matter what, support us with another batch of serum!"

"... Alright. Tomorrow, there will be a transport plane dropping supplies at the coordinates in the South Suburbs."

"Remember, the side effects are severe; do not inject it on a large scale unless it is a last resort."

"Understood! Swear to defend Jiangcheng to the death!"

The communication was cut off.

The sorrow on Director Li Wenhui's face disappeared completely, replaced by extreme fanaticism.

So what if it's an incomplete version?

As long as he can create a batch of obedient superpowered private soldiers, these South Suburbs, and even the entire Jiangcheng, will be his world!

What he didn't know was that at Tiangong No. 1.

Liu Qing was kneeling barefoot on the carpet, her hands leaving afterimages on the keyboard.

"Master." Liu Qing pressed the Enter key, and the intercepted audio played clearly in the server room.

Lin Yuan stood at the door of the master bedroom, holding Su Xiaonuan in his arms, having heard the entirety of Director Li Wenhui's conversation.

"Intelligent Zombie King?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

To put it another way, it was an S-rank Mutant.

Lin Yuan looked at Lin Motong, who was taking lessons from Xia Qingqiu downstairs.

"Lu Yan, tell your people to sleep early tonight."

"Tomorrow morning, we're going to pick up some trash that fell from the sky."