Fortress, inside the room.

The door was suddenly slammed open, and two men walked in.

One was the former leader of the Cathedral, Immanuel.

The other was Blaise, who is now the leader of the survivors in this fortress.

Once, when he was still in the small survivor camp, Lin Yi saved his life.

Blaise looked at Lin Yi and laughed, "I've been sending people to find you, hoping to repay the favor!"

"It's really you!" Immanuel seemed to have aged ten years: "Does it mean you have a way to escape this death trap by being here?"

His skinny fingers tightly clawed onto the table edge, his joints turning pale blue from excessive force.

Lin Yi heard this, smiled lightly, and nodded.

But after a moment, his gaze turned serious, and his tone became solemn.

"I'll be straightforward. You have two ways to save yourselves. The first offers you a slim chance of survival, while the second is completely safe but comes with many conditions."

"Let's hear about the first way."

Hubert said as he lit a costly cigar. This B thing—if he makes the wrong choice today, he might never have the chance to smoke it again.

Lin Yi nodded without any concealment.

"There is a tunnel under this building. I came in through it. It leads to an electric skateboard repair shop three kilometers to the south."

"I know that place; with so many people, we can easily become prey."

Blaise's voice was heavy with pain.

Choosing this way means that the small number of people who escape must become deserters.

Everyone trusts you and makes you the leader, and when you're in dire straits, you take your family and run?

TM playing out a Three Kingdoms scenario here?

My great lord?!

Immanuel instinctively grasped the table corner, his nails scratching three deep marks on the solid wood surface as if trying to hold onto a final lifeline.

He asked tensely, "What is the second choice then?"

Lin Yi spoke seriously, leaving no room for doubt.

"The second choice is to join my team. I will take you to a safe place, but from then on, I am the leader—follow my orders!"

"This..." The three looked hesitant.

Lin Yi raised his hand to interrupt.

"I haven't finished yet. There's a downside to this place. If I die, everyone there might not survive either. All right, now you can ask questions."

Lin Yi said, grinning widely.

He pulled a carrot out of the Shelter, gnawing on it like Bugs Bunny.

Blaise only thought for a moment before immediately raising his hand, "I join!"

His life was saved by Lin Yi.

At that time, Lin Yi saved him, his prowess akin to a god descending, leaving him supremely awed.

Afterward, the other party did not take advantage of the situation but left him precious bullets and food.

This shows his character!

Blaise wanted to remember this favor for a lifetime so once chaos erupted in Paris, he kept sending people to find him, hoping for a chance to repay.

But fate is a bummer.

He hasn't repaid him yet.

He might owe another life!

But this is also good; following such a leader with strength and character is promising.

Blaise thought and asked, "But how do we get to your safe place?"

"Let me show you."

Lin Yi walked over to Blaise and placed his hand on his shoulder.

Instantly, the two disappeared.

About a minute later, they reappeared, which allowed the other two older men to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Heh, now I have to join! You can't chase me away! I'll go get my people ready."

Blaise laughed, his eyes sparkling, then ran off.

Left behind were the other two leaders, looking confused.

Lin Yi saw their expressions and couldn't help but chuckle, "Do you want to see it too?"

The two old comrades nodded vigorously.

A few seconds later.

Lin Yi led them around the Shelter.

Seeing large fields of potatoes, vegetables, and more crops, the two former leaders exclaimed.

"So this is your farm!"

"That's right."

Immanuel's hand trembled slightly: "So you can stay safely here for as long as you want?"

"Pretty much, but this place is like an iceberg in the ocean, surrounded by other icebergs. We've encountered one before, and it was full of zombies..."

"I understand... So even here, it's not absolutely safe."

Immanuel initially thought he found heaven in this hell, but it seemed the heavenly place was just a slightly more comfortable hell...

Lin Yi shrugged, "In this world, there is no absolutely safe place, if you understand."

"I understand!" The one replying was Hubert.

He said solemnly, "I wish to join you, but may I make a small... request?"

"Tell me."

"I can take orders from you, but I hope to continue commanding my original squad."

"I thought you would retire?" Lin Yi asked somewhat surprised.

Hubert expressed dissatisfaction, clenching his fists tightly.

"Are you kidding me?! I may not be young, but my blood still burns hot! If I live a civilian life, I will wither and die!"

"..." How should Lin Yi respond?

He never thought that one could become such a... teenage rebel after being older.

Lin Yi nodded, "As long as it's not foolish passion, but you'll report to Solomon. I'll have you meet each other later."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Immanuel, "What about you?"

"Me? What am I? I'm not even a leader now! Only a few survived during the evacuation..."

"If they follow you, they are yours."

"Okay, I agree to join, but I can't guarantee that I can persuade others to join you."

"Those who don't wish to join can escape through the tunnel. We will provide them with a few days' food, then they can go wherever they want."

Immanuel nodded gratefully as he heard this.

Returning to the reality in Paris.

The two elders quickly went to prepare.

Lin Yi climbed to the top of the watchtower, looking around to assess the defense situation.

The searchlight from the watchtower scanned the periphery, revealing swarms of zombies moving like tides.

Lin Yi tightened his grip on the railing, noticing new cracks on the eastern wall.

Although there were countless zombies, for now, they seemed not to have launched a real attack,

as if they were waiting for something.

The only disturbance at the moment was the group of large zombies, banging rotten flesh against the wall, each hit making the whole structure tremble.

Of course, they were immediately shot dead by machine gunners, but the door had already begun to be damaged.

One of the mutant zombies even punched a hole.

Luckily, someone immediately went ahead to swiftly weld a new steel plate onto it.

The arc light from the welding machine flickered in the night...

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