You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"Are you very disappointed?"

Ai Bing looked at Zhang Ye, whose emotions seemed somewhat dampened, and a teasing glint appeared in her eyes.

"Disappointed?"

Who knew Zhang Ye would immediately snort through his nostrils as he lifted his chin.

"What's there to be disappointed about?"

"I've long wanted to kill that old bastard anyway. As for the experiment—"

"It was just incidental!"

With that, he called over the two women with expressions of terror, stuffed all the exchange coupons into a leather bag, then turned and walked outside.

The combat team was still waiting for him outside.

Although there had been a slight mishap, the planned course of action couldn't be changed; otherwise, the new recruits who had just joined might think that their boss was too cowardly.

This would naturally be extremely detrimental to Zhang Ye's personal authority.

So he still had to meet them.

Not only did he need to meet them, but he also had to demonstrate his ability to stay calm in the face of danger and his clear distinction between rewards and punishments.

Ten minutes later.

The small square in the middle of the villa area.

The members of the combat team, already prepared, stood in two rows at Xu Lin's signal. Seeing Zhang Ye coming, they immediately shouted in unison:

"Hello, Director Zhang!"

"Director Zhang, you've worked hard!"

Such a scene nearly made Zhang Ye subconsciously blurt out the familiar phrases:

Hello, Comrades!

Comrades, you've worked hard!

Luckily, he stopped himself just as the words reached his lips.

Otherwise, if he had said that, from then on, Zhang Ye might no longer exist.

After the crowd finished shouting the lines Xu Lin taught them, their gazes quickly gathered on the young and somewhat unconventional boss.

In their imagination, a company boss should be a middle-aged person, older in years.

Better with a big, pot-bellied stomach.

Looking shiny and greasy.

That's what a boss looks like.

Yet the young man in front of them, who was clearly in his twenties, was indeed their boss—the boss of Xu Lin, Wang Hu, and several others, and even the provider of their livelihood.

Before selecting the team members, Xu Lin had already made it very clear.

Anyone who joined the combat team would receive about two kilograms of food and one and a half liters of purified water each day.

One must realize that these supplies, if conserved, could sustain an adult for three days.

They were an incredibly precious resource to anyone.

Yet the company was just giving it away.

Not only were they giving it away, but they even allowed team members to draw on up to one week's worth of food and water in advance under special circumstances, or the equivalent value of other materials.

For these survivors struggling on the brink of life and death, such a company, such a boss!

It was like a rare warmth in the cold world of the apocalypse!

Just thinking about it could make one feel a surge of overwhelming emotion!

With these thoughts in mind, their gazes at Zhang Ye evolved, filled with increasing gratitude.

As for the issue of age—

Who cares!

In these times, whoever provides sustenance is mother!

Whoever fills their bellies is the boss!

Zhang Ye observed everyone's expressions impassively, and only after confirming they didn't harbor any ill will towards him did he move forward a few steps and say:

"You should have heard the company rules from Xu Lin; I won't repeat them."

"I'll just emphasize one thing."

"That is, to clearly distinguish rewards and punishments."

"As long as you do your job well, whether it be materials or women, if you want it, the company can provide it for you."

Seeing how direct he was, everyone's faces revealed a look of surprise for a moment.

Then came an uncontrollable excitement.

Especially when they heard the word "women," it made the breathing of many in the team grow rapid, even their eyes burning with intensity.

But the next few sentences were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the flames of excitement in their hearts.

"However,"

"if you don't handle things well."

"Even if it causes damage to the company's interests, then punishment must be accepted, not just by you individuals but also by your current or future family members."

When Zhang Ye said these words, his tone became somewhat grim, and his words were full of threats.

As soon as his voice fell, a truck suddenly approached from a distance.

Inside its open cargo space was a huge iron cage.

And within that cage was a zombie.

The truck stopped when it was about ten steps away from the people.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, two zombies dressed in security uniforms suddenly came out from behind the truck, carrying a person between them. Continue reading at empire

"Lu Jun?"

"He's not dead?"

As the crowd recognized the person's face, their expressions became complex.

Some were curious, some sighed, and many more were filled with resentment.

They actually didn't know why Lu Jun had done what he did, because Xu Lin hadn't shared the results of the interrogation with everyone.

But these people were well aware of the consequences Lu Jun's actions would bring.

It meant the dissolution of their combat team.

Or perhaps a reselection of team members.

For the current team members, either outcome was absolutely unacceptable.

They had just found a way to survive.

And this kid almost screwed it all up?

How could they not hate him?

Zhang Ye was very pleased with the emotions he saw in everyone's eyes.

He nodded, and the two security guards immediately dragged the iron cage down from the truck, and then grabbed Lu Jun's arm and shoved him into it.

The already agitated zombie inside the cage instantly pounced on him.

"Ahhh!"

Lu Jun, who had been in a coma, suddenly woke up due to the severe pain in his arm.

He struggled desperately, but the two security guards held him tight.

Far from loosening their grip, they even switched hands.

After the arm was chewed off, it was the turn of both legs.

Finally, it was the whole body.

Even though they had witnessed such tragedies countless times, the sight still sent chills down everyone's spine.

The scene before them was undoubtedly one of the most cruel punishments of the apocalypse.

The young boss watched with relish.

He even took this opportunity to distribute the exchange coupons he had brought with him from Villa No. 13 to each person.

Members looked at the strange tickets in their hands, somewhat baffled.

They looked like lottery tickets, but were marked with numbers.

Ranging from one to ten.

What did this mean?

Xu Lin, as the team leader, also received an exchange coupon with a face value of ten, but his look was somewhat different.

Torn amid mixed feelings, he gradually became resigned.

Because this thing symbolized a kind of order.

An order that had been lost long ago.

Meanwhile, Director Zhang, having distributed all the exchange coupons, began his final speech with an air of triumph.

"What you're holding in your hands now is the company's first edition of exchange coupons."

"As the name suggests, they're for exchanging for supplies."

"Do you see the numbers on them?"

"Each exchange coupon has a number on it, which is its face value. The higher the face value, the more supplies you can exchange for."

As he spoke, he took out an exchange coupon with a face value of one and pointed to the number on it.

"Like this one."

"It can be directly exchanged for a bag of instant noodles at the logistics department."

"Or a bag of bread."

"Whichever you prefer."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly counted the exchange coupons in their hands.

One with a face value of five and two with a face value of one—didn't this mean that each person had received the equivalent of seven bags of instant noodles in supplies?

"This is a welcome benefit I'm personally giving to you all as you join the company."

"From now on, you nineteen are all soldiers of the Zhang family."