Let you upgrade alone, you lead the country into the heavens

Hearing the sound, Zhang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

What Lao Guan said really came true.

Li Weize walked over, threw the bag in his hand to the team member, and looked at Zhang Xuan with raised eyebrows.

"President, you seem surprised?"

President Zhang couldn't help but ask.

"Is your leg healed?"

"Good morning. When are we leaving?" Li Wei looked at him intently.

"Now!" After saying that, Zhang Xuan turned around and stepped onto the Jumping Hawk helicopter.

With the cabin capacity of the Jumping Hawk helicopter, it is not difficult to accommodate sixty fully armed soldiers.

The task force led by Guan Sheng and the nine-member team led by Li Wei took their seats.

Zhang Xuan handed the tactical tablet to each of them.

Just as he was about to speak, the noise of the propeller filled the cabin.

He had no choice but to speak in a long voice.

"This time, we need to cross the entire Pacific Ocean and North America to Manhattan in New York City to rescue a US military virologist named Robert Neville."

"During this process, we will take a short break in Vladivostok and Anchorage. If you have any questions, please discuss them now."

Li Wei raised his hand.

"President, are you going with us too?"

"Do you have a problem?" Zhang Xuan frowned slightly.

"Yes." Li Wei nodded, then glanced up and down at Zhang Xuan.

"You are the core of the mutual aid association. If something goes wrong, the current good situation will collapse."

Zhang Xuan smiled.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about me. First, I'm not the type to sit in an office and give orders. Second, if something could hurt me, you wouldn't be able to handle it."

Li Wei couldn't help but frown.

Where does he get his confidence? Did it come from Fish Leong?

At this time, Guan Shengze interrupted.

"Li Wei, our president is right."

"Oh?" Li Wei looked at them suspiciously.

Are you so confident, or is it a conspiracy?

Zhang Xuan didn't explain much, but looked outside the cabin.

The Jumping Hawk helicopter has taken off for Vladivostok.

.......

Location: Vladivostok, 16:57 pm local time.

It is located on the high ground of Popov Island in the south of the city.

The signal tower before the end of the world was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and under the sword was a simple wooden house.

The wooden house was covered with a thick layer of white snow, with only a one-meter-deep gully at the door, and footprints in it extending into the house.

In the wooden house, Artyom called out again and again.

"We are the Vladivostok Survivor Base. Survivors please proceed to Popov Island. We have plenty of food and a safe and warm camp."

After calling out, he couldn't help but let out a breath of foul air.

The rising white mist made the gas mask hazy.

"Crunch! Crunch!" There was a sound of footsteps on the snow outside the door.

Artyom's eyes became alert and he reached for the AK74 beside him.

The next moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Artyom, I knew you were here!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a tipsy man with a red nose walked into the room.

He was wearing a thick white down jacket, and his face with high cheekbones was as red as a monkey's butt, perhaps due to the alcohol or the cold wind.

"Hunter, are you drunk again?" Artyom put down his gun and breathed a sigh of relief.

This person did not live in the camp, but in the forest of Popov Island. He usually exchanged his prey for alcohol from the residents.

The hunter staggered and put his arm around Artyom's shoulder, breathing out a whiff of alcohol, but his eyes couldn't help but be fixed on the radio on the table in the cabin.

"Are you calling for survivors again? Ha, Vladivostok is full of snow demons. Even if there are any survivors, they won't last a day!"

Artyom insisted.

"Someone has to do it. It's an essential step in rebuilding civilization."

"Besides, those ghosts can't possibly leave the city. There must be survivors in the suburbs."

The hunter took a sip of his drink and shrugged.

“Perhaps you should go to Vladivostok.”

After saying this, he began to stagger.

Artyom rolled his eyes.

"You've had too much to drink. Let me take you home first."

"No, I'm not drunk!" The hunter pushed him away and staggered out of the cabin.

With a hint of worry, Artyom followed suit.

Leaving the cabin, everything you see is white.

Looking out from the high slope where the wooden house is located, you can even see the frozen open sea.

He was stunned when he saw the sea covered with ice.

"Is the sea frozen? But I remember there was only a little ice yesterday."

The hunter also looked towards the sea with a deep gaze.

"The cold snap that came last night is rare in years. Our natural barrier has disappeared. Boys, get ready."

Artyom was about to ask when he accidentally glanced at the ice between Popov Island and Russky Island.

Hundreds and thousands of monsters covered in white fur rushed across the ice like college students rushing to the cafeteria at lunchtime.

The hunter looked at the snow-covered forest on the shore of Russian Island and seemed to be pricked by something, and the effect of alcohol suddenly disappeared.

He took the shotgun from behind his back and spat on the ground.

"No, these guys have been targeting us for a long time. Go notify the camp!"

"Yeah!" Artyom nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a voice coming from the radio in the cabin.

"This is the Mutual Aid Association. We've received your broadcast. Do you mind if we come visit?"

The hunter looked back in surprise.

There are indeed survivors, but at this time, I'm afraid I can't be a guest. I have to survive first.

He exhaled a puff of white mist, raised his hunting rifle and fired a shot into the air!

Artyom rushed into the cabin and responded hastily.

"Well, I'm afraid not for now. We're under attack by a large number of snow demons. You'd better stay away from Vladivostok!"

A response came over the radio.

"Snow demon? I think we can give you a hand. Hold on."

"Help us?" Artyom was stunned.

What are they going to do? Are they going to break through the frozen sea?

At this time, the hunter entered the cabin.

He glanced at the radio channel.

"It's a shame we only managed to contact the survivors at this time. Let's go, we have to get back to the camp as soon as possible."

"Yeah!" Artyom nodded, grabbed the AK74 and followed the hunter.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at the wooden house.

Hopefully they'll arrive.