My Girlfriend is a Zombie Chapter 1334: Today Im Going for a Different Style

As the sky slowly deepened into twilight, the Zombie onslaught gradually subsided into infrequent attacks. The fallen corpses on the ground awaited their consumption… The primal urge for evolution at last surpassed the allure of the scent of blood.

Listening to the sounds of gnawing and tearing emanating from beyond the perimeter, the Falcon Members, who had just begun to exhale in relief, wore grim expressions.

“What’s the sense in fighting this kind of battle? Zombies can reproduce, they can evolve; we’re merely accelerating their 'survival of the fittest'…”

Such reflections occupied the minds of many, yet none wished to linger on them.

One day at a time was the unspoken motto…

Still, they had some fresh rumors to discuss… tonight’s assembly.

“The meeting should have commenced by now, shouldn’t it?” A Sniper, after dispatching a Zombie outside the wall with a shot to the head, mumbled in a low tone.

“Indeed,” replied his companion beside him with a curt nod.

Hopefully, this gathering might offer a pathway to altering the current dire circumstances…

But such aspirations were collectively, tacitly, kept to themselves.

Meanwhile, within the Command Headquarters, situated behind the front lines…

“Let’s proceed,” Xia Na stated, adjusting her hat and taking the small girl Anan’s hand.

Two Falcon Soldiers stood in attendance at the doorway.

Zhang Dongyao, who had been seated on the sofa, also rose at that moment. He straightened his collar, then offered them a smile, saying, “I am prepared.”

The two exchanged a glance, a sense of bewilderment dawning on them.

Prepared for what, exactly?

Nevertheless…

“Kindly follow us,” the two soldiers instructed, their faces impassive as they fulfilled their duties. For them, it was merely another uneventful day…

… Su Qianrou found herself gripped by a wave of nervousness. Though seated at the conference table, her thoughts had drifted far away.

She couldn’t reach the squirrel. What precisely was Ling Mo occupied with?

However, she soon had no more time to ponder. As the Meeting Room door swung open, several faces she actively disliked materialized in the entrance.

The most prominent, naturally, was Yao Haidong’s visage, radiating an air of overconfidence and arrogance. His smile was steeped in insincerity, a pretense he made no effort to conceal.

“Chief of Staff, you’re rather tardy today. I distinctly recall you usually arriving an hour before the meeting to make preparations. What accounts for your punctuality this time?” he inquired with biting sarcasm.

Su Qianrou merely cast a brief glance his way before stating, “Let us commence.”

Her resolute demeanor clearly surpassed Yao Haidong’s expectations. He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, and queried, “Will you not address matters of cooperation first?”

But this time, Su Qianrou offered no response whatsoever.

“Haha, it appears our Chief of Staff has undergone a transformation. Is it that time of the month?” Yao Haidong jested, his laughter carrying a mocking tone. The other individuals in the room, in the process of taking their seats, joined in with knowing chuckles.

Even the secretary standing behind Yao Haidong, document in hand, couldn't suppress a smile… She even mused, if she occupied the position of this Chief of Staff, she would have either resigned long ago or complied obediently. Why deliberately complicate matters?

A woman who, even now, hasn't learned the art of living shrewdly…

With this thought, she cast a glance at Su Qianrou’s rather comely face, subtly anticipating her reaction.

Under normal circumstances, Su Qianrou would have displayed a strained, controlled expression, subsequently requesting them to cease their frivolous remarks.

And Yao Haidong and the others would have invariably erupted in more laughter… For them, Su Qianrou’s predictable reaction was an integral part of the amusement.

What a shame, this woman consistently made herself the subject of ridicule, yet never seemed to grasp it.

“Chief of Staff, you ought to prioritize your well-being, haha…” a senior Falcon management member chimed in with laughter.

Yet, what swiftly extinguished his smile was Su Qianrou’s indifferent gaze, as if regarding a troupe of absurd jesters. Her voice, devoid of any emotional inflection, stated, “Let us begin; time is of the essence.”

And as her eyes met Yao Haidong’s, he discerned a trace of “pity” within them.

Pity? This woman holds pity for me?

She must be utterly delusional…

Yao Haidong couldn’t suppress a sneer. He shook his head and then instructed the secretary, “Admit them.”

Creak…

Zhang Dongyao was the first to enter the room, offering a slight smile to everyone present. “Greetings, everyone.”

Yao Haidong’s expression faltered momentarily… Why did this fellow appear somewhat altered?

Previously, he always conducted himself with obsequious deference, akin to an obedient canine eagerly seeking a new master.

But now… his relaxed posture carried an almost unsettling aura.

“Enter,” Yao Haidong compelled a smile and invited.

It was Su Qianrou’s first close encounter with these survivors from the Central Region Camp, yet her interest in them was minimal.

Her thoughts remained centered on Ling Mo…

As for the eventual outcome of this deliberation, she found she scarcely cared any longer.

“In the previous meeting, you mentioned that the Central Region Camp experienced an internal collapse due to someone suddenly transforming into a Zombie within its confines, correct? And it was your elite team. Later, individuals who ventured out would inexplicably turn into Zombies upon their return, escalating the situation beyond control, is that right?” A senior management member questioned, his gaze fixed on the document in hand, a frown creasing his brow as he initiated the conversation.

Zhang Dongyao offered a nod, his pen continuing its rhythmic spin before him.

“And this young girl,” another individual observed, their attention directed towards Anan, who stood beside Zhang Dongyao, “she went missing during the complete devastation of your Camp, only to return safely and, importantly, without succumbing to mutation, correct?”

“It wasn’t just me…” Anan responded, her voice soft, “Not everyone turned into Zombies… Some people who returned were just like me…”

The innocent timbre of the little girl’s voice carried a peculiar weight of conviction. She cast her gaze downwards, focusing on her own toes, and the words she spoke seemed far too profound for a child of her age to fabricate.

“So, what is the actual truth behind this virus you’ve been referring to?” Yao Haidong inquired.

Anan’s head dipped even lower as she replied, “It’s…”

“Hold on, I have something to interject,” Zhang Dongyao suddenly stated.

“Why must you interrupt at this juncture?” The senior management member who had spoken first voiced his impatience.

He genuinely disliked this man, particularly his silent entrance and subsequent abrupt interjection at a crucial moment. What irked him further was Zhang Dongyao’s direct address to the secretary, bypassing him entirely: “Please, press that button.”

“Huh?” The secretary, momentarily taken aback, nevertheless complied with Zhang Dongyao’s instruction. Meanwhile, Su Qianrou, who had been lost in her thoughts, abruptly returned to the present. Her eyes met the smiling man, and for an inexplicable reason, he struck her as somewhat familiar…