sinovels Chapter 258 Domestic Calls
Chapter 258 Domestic Calls
Raccoon City, Umbrella headquarters.
Lin Fan sat in the command center, with various pieces of information intercepted by the Dark Night Intelligence Network scrolling across the large screen in front of him.
None of them are good news.
"The east coast of the United States has been confirmed to have fallen... New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore..."
"Communications have been completely disrupted in the Great Lakes region."
"A large-scale gang war has broken out in Los Angeles, and the death toll is unknown."
"An explosion occurred at the Houston refinery, and the fire spread to half of the city. No one is fighting the fire."
Mark stood to the side, holding a tablet, and read out the points one by one:
"Boss, according to our intelligence analysis, the area that the United States effectively controls is now less than 15 percent of its land area."
Moreover, most military bases are either out of contact or in a state of self-defense, rendering the federal government practically defunct.
Lin Fan leaned back in his chair without speaking. Seeing this, Mark continued,
"In addition, the Maple Leaf Country has deployed a large number of troops on the border, and all passages have been blocked."
They even dug a 20-meter-wide trench along the border, which they built using bulldozers and concrete.
"Will it work?" Lin Jianguo asked casually as he sat down next to him.
"It's unclear whether it was effective, because after the monster retreated, it just lingered around the cities surrounding Raccoon City without taking any large-scale action."
Mark glanced at the tablet. "As for the United States, more than 300,000 American refugees have already flooded the border with Canada, and Canada has already opened fire."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo couldn't help but exclaim, "That's ruthless."
"There's nothing they can do."
Mark said, "Who knows if any of those refugees are parasites? If we let one in, the whole of Canada is doomed."
Lin Fan finally spoke: "What's the situation in the south?"
"Over at the cactus..."
Mark flipped through the tablet, his expression somewhat strange.
"The drug lords' armed forces over there have actually taken control of the situation."
They blocked all northern passages, using methods even simpler and more brutal than those of the Maple Leaf Kingdom: anything coming from the north, human or monster, was met with rocket launchers.
"..." Lin Fan was taken aback. "A drug lord?"
"Yes, boss. It's said that several major drug lords have joined forces to form some kind of 'Border Guardians Alliance,' openly declaring that they want to protect the safety of the people."
Lin Jianguo chuckled: "These drug traffickers are actually more efficient than the US government."
Lin Fan didn't laugh.
He stared at the dense red markers on the screen, each marker representing a confirmed fallen area.
In less than a week, the green safe zones on the map of North America have been almost completely depleted.
Raccoon City is like a green dot in a sea of red.
"mark."
"Yes, boss."
"How's the construction of the outer spore defense line going?"
Mark pulled up an image of an unmanned reconnaissance drone and said:
"The deployment of the zombie horde has been completed. Currently, there are approximately 120,000 spore zombies evenly distributed within a 30-kilometer radius of Raccoon City."
The spores are spreading faster than expected, possibly because the spore concentration is higher in those evolved zombies.
At this rate, in about 48 hours, the entire area will be completely covered by a layer of spore mist.
"Okay." Lin Fan nodded, then asked, "How long can our supplies last?"
"Ammunition reserves are ample; we raided several armories earlier. As for food and drinking water..."
Mark glanced at the data. "About two months. If we use it sparingly, three months."
"not enough."
Lin Fan frowned.
"Have the logistics department make a list to see what other supply points are available within a 50-kilometer radius."
Once the spore defense line is stable, organize several small teams to go out and loot.
"clear."
"There's one more thing."
Lin Fan turned to Mark, "Has the Dark Night Intelligence Network intercepted any movements of the Shoggoth mastermind?"
Mark shook his head:
"No, boss. That thing went into hiding after it left. Now, the only thing on display is the infected."
However, based on the direction of the infected organism's spread, it currently shows no sign of wanting to come here.
Night Owl and his team guessed that the other side was probably preparing to continue communicating with the remaining humans of the US military, and it was unlikely that they would organize another large-scale attack on Raccoon City in the short term.
"Don't be careless."
Lin Fan stood up and stretched his neck.
"Last time it was a test; next time it might be all-out effort. We need to seize the time, strengthen what needs strengthening, and build up what needs building up."
"Yes."
As Lin Fan walked out, he ran into Dai Da Mei and Sato Saori in the corridor.
Daida Mei had just finished showering; her hair was still wet, and she had changed into a clean set of clothes, but her face still showed signs of fatigue from the battlefield.
Sato Saori followed behind her like a little tail, her vertical pupils had already retracted, and she had returned to her usual timid appearance.
"Lin Fan," the silly girl called out to him.
"Um?"
"Are those mushroom soldiers of yours reliable? Are they reliable?"
"Whether it's reliable or not, there's no better way right now." Lin Fan leaned against the wall. "If you're worried, you can apply for night patrols."
"Get lost, I just finished a battle, I'm exhausted like a dog." The naive girl rolled her eyes, then grabbed Sato Saori, "Let's go eat."
Before Sato Saori was dragged away, she turned back and bowed slightly to Lin Fan.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master."
"...Don't call me master."
"Yes, Master."
Lin Fan: "..."
He shook his head helplessly and continued walking towards the command center.
Behind them, Lin Jianguo had caught up at some point.
"Xiao Fan".
"What's wrong now?"
Have you ever thought about something?
Lin Jianguo's tone became unusually serious.
"The US is finished. What will those forces that were previously suppressed by the US do next?"
Lin Fan stopped in his tracks.
He didn't turn around, but Lin Jianguo knew he was listening.
"The Middle East, Eastern Europe, the Korean Peninsula... these powder kegs used to be kept in check by the US. Now the fist is gone..."
Lin Jianguo didn't finish his sentence.
But the meaning is already quite clear.
Because they all knew very well—
The collapse of the United States is not just a disaster for one country.
The chain reaction it triggers could completely reshape the entire world order.
Lin Fan was silent for a few seconds, then continued walking.
"Dad, you're right."
"so what?"
"So we have to be faster."
Lin Fan pushed open the door to the command center. "Before this world completely descends into chaos, I need to make myself strong enough."
The door closed behind him.
Standing in the corridor, looking at the closed door, Lin Jianguo suddenly realized that his son, without knowing when it started, was no longer that brat who was afraid of pain and death.
Or perhaps, he never was.
At the same time, the communication panel in the command center suddenly lit up.
An encrypted signal came from across the Pacific Ocean.
Mark glanced at the sender's code and froze.
"Boss..."
"Whose?"
"Domestic."
Mark swallowed hard. "It's... a military-operated communications channel. Highest level of encryption."
Lin Fan took the communicator and pressed the answer button.
A strange but extremely calm voice came from the other end.
"Comrade Lin Fan, I am from the East China Sea Theater Command, my surname is Zhou. There are some things I need to discuss with you in person."
Lin Fan and Lin Jianguo exchanged a glance.
"...What is it?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end.
"It's related to that technology you have... that can turn ordinary people into superhumans. The message from above is... we want a superhuman force."
There was a three-second silence in the communications room.
Lin Fan gripped the communicator, his lips twitching slightly.
"Commander Zhou, this matter is not something that cannot be discussed."
He paused.
"But I have conditions."