Chapter 64: The Value of the War Zone Broadcast

Inside the off-road vehicle, Liu Shiming's face was full of an eager, apologetic smile, wanting to get along with everyone in the car, completely unlike his earlier show of courage.

Although I don't know why Lin An suddenly agreed to let him join, it doesn't affect his excited mood at all.

Great, finally safe.

However, just as he was about to approach the others, he instantly saw Zhang Tie's severed left hand.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck.

A bald, burly man with a ferocious expression, missing a hand—no way he looks easy to deal with.

Forget it, I'll look for someone else.

Still not giving up.

"Little kid, what's your name?"

Like coaxing a child, he turned his head again to look at the ice‑cold Mo Ling.

Mo Ling is petite, looking about the same size as a child.

The girl stared at him silently, her gaze cold.

Finding it boring, Liu Shiming gave an embarrassed laugh.

Aside from Lin Ge, who seems relatively normal, everyone else in this team is just like that.

His thoughts were in disarray, and soon he fell into a deep sleep hugging the car pillow.

Team voice chat.

"Captain Lin, is this guy actually useful?"

Zhang Tie wore a puzzled expression, this kind of weakling he could crush ten with one hand—a grown man with arms and legs, yet lacking even the courage to go outside.

I really don't know why Captain Lin would let him get in the vehicle.

Zhang Tie is extremely just, willing to help others, but only when dealing with the weak.

For the old, weak, sick, and disabled, in this apocalypse, if he doesn't help them, going out means death.

But what about Liu Shiming?

In his view, a grown man should man up, not beg for others' pity.

Lin An slightly shook his head; he had just checked the man's player panel, and indeed he was the former Chief Designer of Hope City in his past life.

He had some doubts.

He was curious—if Zhang Tie hadn't brought Liu Shiming back just then,

in his past life, this famous designer would probably have become zombie chow on the spot.

If zombies could talk, they'd probably say, after eating their fill, "Thanks for the heavenly blessing."

The man's earlier show of courage facing the zombies, in his view, was no different from that of an idiot.

Encouraging you to be brave isn't meant for you to go throw your life away.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you go back to find some weapons, tie metal plates to yourself, then summon courage to search the residential area for food?

Fighting zombies to the death outside brings you no benefit—isn't that something only an idiot would do?

Forget it, it's a trivial matter.

For Lin An, it's enough to dump this guy into logistics; just his architectural skill alone makes him worth recruiting.

An architect of this level is worth no less to the whole Safe Zone than a third‑rank Awakened One.

In his past life, such talent would have been snatched up by every major faction, clenched tightly in their hands.

I never expected him to literally walk right in—and he almost ended up as zombie food.

But this also reminded him of something.

That is, shortly after the Doomsday Game began, many players, even knowing it was a game, still, in the fear and disbelief of death, failed to realize how to survive.

Ordinary players made up 99% of the survivor count, while Awakened Ones accounted for only 1%.

Unlike Awakened Ones, who instantly gain self‑defense ability,

many ordinary players have support‑type skills that can't be turned into combat power.

They ought to have demonstrated their worth, then relied on their professional skills to gain protection from the Safe Zone or the strong.

But someone like Liu Shiming probably doesn't even know what "spiritual power" means in his own skill set.

So, subconsciously, he feels he has absolutely no value or use.

Not only are others unwilling to accept them, but they themselves come to see themselves as worthless.

This phenomenon wouldn't change until a year later, after everyone had accepted the concept of spiritual power.

Therefore..

He can now completely exploit an information gap!

Now this bunch of players with ultra‑strong support skills are seen as dead weight by others, but to Lin An they're something else.

These are walking human treasure troves! Granting buffs (benefits).

If he were to bring under his command the past‑life Master Founder, Master Alchemist, Defense Position Commander, Demonic Beast Breeder, and other such professional players,

Lin An can't even imagine how strong the Safe Zone he builds would become.

Right now, these people's value is as cheap as cabbage within a year—as long as they get a meal, they'll follow you.

With his current strength, plus being the first to establish a Safe Zone ahead of all players, recruiting these people is almost effortless.

The biggest problem now is how to find these people.

As long as they can be found, the Safe Zone they build next will be impregnable, and could even become the strongest base in the entire Huaxia War Zone.

Found!?

In an instant, Lin An suddenly understood the true purpose of the war‑zone broadcast license in the second mission reward!

……………………

Squeak—!

Inside the car, An Jing Tian suddenly slammed the brakes, the tires scraping a long black mark on the road as the vehicle shook violently before coming to a steady stop.

Brother Lin, someone is lying in the middle of the road!

Under the sudden brake, apart from Lin An and Zhang Tie, whose strong physiques kept them unmoving, the other people in the car cried out and were thrown forward into the front seats.

His contemplation interrupted, Lin An's powerful mental energy instantly spread out.

In his perception, a young woman with disheveled hair lay eyes closed before the car, her life or death unknown.

Her clothing was thin, revealing a patch of snow‑white, extremely conspicuous on the highway.

Captain Lin? Should we go down and take a look?

Zhang Tie poked his head out to get a clear view, then sought Lin An's opinion.

Unlike others who instinctively wanted to rescue or avoid, Lin An instinctively activated his ability.

Judgment Eye!

Pale blue mist rose, the stars flowing.

An arc‑shaped, colorless mental force spread outward like water.

In just a few seconds.

The information from the Judgment Eye was transmitted in an instant to all data within a radius of a hundred meters.

After quickly scanning the information,

Lin An's mouth corner twitched up slightly, a flash of coldness crossing his eyes before vanishing instantly.

Click.

Brother Lin, I'll go down first to check.

The driver, Jing Tian, hastily undid his seat belt, wanting to investigate.

Zhang Tie, follow Jing Tian down and be sure to protect him.

After giving his orders over the team channel, Lin An closed his eyes to rest, as if the cold glint he'd just seen in his eyes were merely an illusion.

Protect? There aren't any zombies around here.

Desolate and uninhabited, except for a gas station not far away.

Zhang Tie blinked slightly, sensing that Lin An's tone seemed to carry a hint of killing intent.

Wake up, are you alright?

An Jing Tian lowered his voice and shook the girl at his feet, although he was certain his unit's training wouldn't have caused him to hit a person, yet the girl beneath him was drenched in blood.

Zhang Tie followed behind him, but after Lin An's remark his expression grew somewhat wary.

Hah—water… water…

The young woman on the ground hoarsely whispered, slowly opening her eyes.

Hearing this, An Jing Tian hastily pulled out his waist‑mounted water flask and handed it over.

As if she hadn't drunk water in ages, the girl took the flask and gulped it down.

How are you? Can you still move?

An Jing Tian instinctively showed concern for the girl on the ground—not because he was lusting after her beauty, but because, as a soldier, he was naturally kind‑hearted.

To some extent, he was like Zhang Tie, regarding helping others as his duty.

The girl remained silent, a fleeting hint of reluctance flashing in the depths of her eyes as she pulled up the legs hidden beneath her skirt.

An Jing Tian caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The girl's knees had been pierced through by iron nails, a bundle of transparent fishing line wound around them.

From a soldier's instinctive reaction to danger, he instantly realized what was wrong.

With injuries like that, the girl could never have climbed onto the highway herself; she must have been crippled and thrown up there by someone!

Someone is lying in ambush!

Click.

A round was chambered.

Suddenly a group of people leapt out from beneath the highway guardrail, guns aimed at him.

Hands on your heads, everyone out of the car! Otherwise I'll shoot him dead!