Chapter 15 Cold-blooded rules, Ji Yan's view of survival in the Apocalypse!

Ji Yan's expression was calm as he quietly said, "I think you two have misunderstood. I just said that we are a shelter organization born to deal with the apocalypse, and we are currently rescuing various top talents to ensure the continuation and competitiveness of the Yanhuang bloodline."

"Do you understand what that means? We only rescue top talents, not everyone we see on the street. I am not Mother Mary, nor am I God; I cannot save all of humanity!"

"Seven days ago, I released a warning about the zombie virus spreading, and I did what I had to do. At that time, I warned people to live alone and not gather in crowds. Whose fault is it that you didn't listen?"

Ji Yan's words left Song Zhiwen and his daughter dumbfounded!

Song Zhiwen said with a hint of reluctance, "But, but, they are our compatriots too!"

"Yes! Exactly!" Ji Yan nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips. "If it were an ordinary disaster, I would risk my life to save them. When one party is in trouble, all parties come to their aid. I wouldn't tarnish the reputation of the Yanhuang descendants."

"But is this an ordinary disaster now? This is an apocalyptic zombie storm. Do you think this is child's play? Do you think I can save whoever I want?"

"To ensure the continuation and competitiveness of the Yanhuang bloodline, we must save the strongest, healthiest, and youngest survivors. We must save children and talents with special skills."

"Not some people who know nothing, only eat, drink, excrete, and sleep, or even those whose bodies are in a sub-healthy state and have difficulty reproducing. Do you understand?"

"Hiss!"

Song Zhiwei and Song Qingqing gasped. They couldn't agree with such a cold-blooded theory. But they wanted to refute it, yet they didn't know how. They just instinctively felt that being so cold-blooded didn't seem right.

"At least you can kill the surrounding zombies and let them leave safely, can't you? Save as many as you can, right?" Song Qingqing muttered weakly.

"Kill? Who kills? Are you going to kill them?" Ji Yan snorted coldly, annoyed. "Do you think the ammunition we carry is unlimited? Do you think saving them comes without a price?"

"Currently, there are a large number of top talents in the city who are crucial to humanity and urgently need our rescue. There are also children in several orphanages waiting for us. Every second of delay could mean the death of hundreds or thousands of people."

"Do you think it's worth abandoning other useful people for their sake? Is it cost-effective to rescue them and feed them with precious food?"

Ji Yan's eloquent words once again stunned the two. Song Zhiwen and his daughter fell silent. Although they didn't agree with such a cold-blooded notion.

Yet, deep down, they knew that this concept was the most suitable and correct in the apocalypse, the plan that could ensure the maximum continuation of Kyushu.

In times of peace, such a thing would surely be universally condemned.

However, after experiencing the brutal zombie storm, and as beneficiaries who had just been rescued, they had to admit that they had no right to stand high and condemn anyone.

In chaotic times, cannibalism was common. Ignoring those in need was not an excessive act. The apocalypse had its own rules, and Ji Yan understood this better than anyone.

Over the next few hours, Song Zhiwen and his daughter once again witnessed Ji Yan's cold-bloodedness.

This convoy moved through the zombie horde as if entering an uninhabited land, sweeping through it, always precisely locating targets and rescuing a large number of people who needed to be saved.

Among these people were orphans, teachers, professors, and technical personnel. There were scientists, physicists, and even retired special forces and active military personnel.

The five large buses were already packed to the brim; a vehicle originally designed to seat 48 people was crammed with at least two hundred, and even the aisles were full.

Everyone on the bus showed the relief of having survived a disaster!

However, any survivor he deemed useless, he would ignore. Even if these people knelt before the convoy, they wouldn't be allowed to step onto the bus.

This cold-blooded attitude deeply shocked everyone. The survivors who couldn't get on the bus hurled hysterical curses at the convoy.

The convoy gave them hope, but it also plunged them into deeper despair. Watching the convoy leave without saving them, the resentment in these people's hearts was imaginable, but Ji Yan still ignored them.

"Adam, how are the combat teams doing?" Ji Yan calmly inquired.

"Reporting, Master!" Adam's face appeared on the tablet, saying, "All six teams are in good condition, with no casualties. A total of 1738 special talents and 2105 family members have been rescued."

"Additionally, 1325 orphans under 18 years old and 125 orphanage teachers have been rescued, bringing the total number of rescued individuals to 5293. The preliminary rescue mission has been completed!"

"However, the ammunition of all teams has been 87% consumed, and their sustained combat capability has weakened. They must return to the shelter for rest as soon as possible."

"Furthermore, a large number of zombies have gathered around the perimeter of the shelter. The personnel left behind, led by Vermilion Bird, are actively defending. Please prepare for a new round of combat, Master."

"Understood!" Ji Yan ordered with satisfaction, "Inform the other teams to return! They must gather near the shelter before evening."

"Yes!"

Adam agreed and quickly relayed the order.

Meanwhile, Song Zhiwen and Song Qingqing were once again shocked.

"This? Is this artificial intelligence or a hacker?" Song Zhiwen exclaimed.

"Adam is an epoch-making artificial intelligence, with a technological content that surpasses this era by at least several centuries." Ji Yan smiled and said, "Of course, if you join our shelter's technology research institute, you'll get to see even more advanced technology."

"This?"

Song Zhiwen's face was filled with disbelief.

Did artificial intelligence really exist?

He remained somewhat skeptical about these words. Ji Yan didn't care about this, nor did he care about exposing Adam's existence. Because this was an undeniable secret, and even all the astonishing future technology of the shelter would eventually be exposed.

Ji Yan had absolute confidence in controlling Song Zhiwen and others and recruiting them for his own use, so it was fine to appropriately show off his strength.

Before evening, the convoys arrived outside the shelter!

By this time, the area was already a dense mass of zombies. Countless zombies howled and frantically rushed towards the shelter walls. The two hundred remaining team members led by Vermilion Bird were firing frantically, desperately holding them back.

"Prepare for battle!" Ji Yan ordered with a cold laugh, "Form a Lunge Formation and fight our way back to base!"

"Yes!"

Azure Dragon roared. He issued the combat order with murderous intent.