I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 832 - 921: Sob... Ugh~ Yuck~~ Ugh~ Ugh~

She almost spat out a mouthful of blood from anger, tears streaming down her face like raindrops on pear blossoms. Two Flower Protectors immediately jumped out to start comforting her.

"Ruan Ruan, don’t cry. Some people are just like this. The top brass calculates salary based on contribution. If she doesn’t contribute, naturally, people up there will be unhappy."

"Yeah, yeah."

Just then, perhaps due to the strong wind, a thick, long corpse worm like a snake suddenly smashed onto Ruan Ruan’s face.

And wouldn’t you know it, the corpse worm was thrashing around and ended up directly in Ruan Ruan’s mouth.

"Mmm mm... blech~ yuck~~" Ruan Ruan was filled to the brim, waving her arms wildly, her eyes bulging wide.

The more Ruan Ruan struggled, the harder the worm burrowed, with half its body already inside.

People around pointed at Ruan Ruan, momentarily at a loss for words.

Due to the dim light, another guy was still blaming Jing Shu, and another had noticed but stood slack-jawed before finally helping to pull the fat corpse worm out of Ruan Ruan’s mouth.

"Blech! Blech!" Ruan Ruan rushed to the railing, hugging it as she vomited. The worm’s stench, along with a rotting moldy smell, kept assaulting her taste buds.

Thinking of that thick thing forcing its way down her throat made Ruan Ruan puke again, with snot and drool leaking out.

Having made a public spectacle of herself, Ruan Ruan wished she could die on the spot, thinking back on how pathetic she looked... she was mortified and ran off in shame, never wanting to show her face again.

Jing Shu shrugged her shoulders: "That’s what happens when you keep badmouthing people."

Yang Yang shook his head at the scene, not saying more, just remarked, "The ship’s leaving. Let’s go inside."

Tan Ke gave Jing Shu a thumbs-up.

A few people nearby suddenly got the idea; this pretty girl is remarkably tough to handle.

At Xuwen Pier, the sound of wailing echoed, with warships spearheading the way. Other ferries formed a wing-like formation following in order, as farewell fireworks sounded at the pier, seemingly awaiting the heroes’ triumphant return.

The main warship where Jing Shu and her group were aboard was the Triumph, with four fighter jets circling in the sky, with other jets parked impressively on the deck.

The sea breeze was warm and the waves small; today was a perfect day to set sail officially!

Inside the cabin, in the meeting room hall, Jing Shu and the group found their designated positions according to the triangular nameplates on the table and sat down.

The meeting room held approximately three hundred people, who were either key figures for the operation or department heads.

On the projection screen, a densely filled tech tree image appeared.

At the top, the name written was Zhou Chong, Clearance Level S+.

"Hello, everyone! I am the Chief Commander for this Middle East procurement mission and the Chief Commander of Huaxia’s Advanced Combat Unit. My name is Zhou Chong, but you can call me Old Zhou. I’m getting on in years, so I hope you younger folks can look out for me on this trip, after all, my clearance is S+."

The older man, probably in his fifties or sixties with graying hair and a bit of a gut, smiled slightly, sipping from a thermos cup of goji berry and red date tea as he spoke.

"Of course, you’re a veteran figure in our nation. If there’s danger, you run first, and I’ll cover your retreat."

"Oh, Old Zhou, don’t joke around; take a look at these youngsters’ curious eyes. They don’t seem to realize that anyone who becomes a commander must have some skill."

Old Man Zhou chuckled and waved his hand, "Alright, less talk and let’s get to task allocations. Let me introduce the department heads too, so you know who to contact when needed. Try to keep issues within your authority levels without bothering me, and refrain from overstepping your boundaries to minimize possible trouble."

The atmosphere instantly became more relaxed.

Old Man Zhou seemed to have a good temper, appearing easy to get along with?

Old Man Zhou signaled for a young man to come on stage.

The young man’s appearance caused some murmuring because, even though he looked human, a cockroach head the size of a fist protruded from his mouth.

Jing Shu furrowed her brows; it was only two or three years ago that she had seen this man in a video chat with Zhen Nantian. Back then, he needed to transform to show the cockroach from his mouth.

But unexpectedly, within those few years, the cockroach in his mouth had begun a new mutation.

If this continued, would it take over his entire body?

Old Man Zhou pointed at the young man, saying, "This one comes with a great background. You all probably know him as Cockroach Meatballs. During our direst times, it was he who produced food at an irreversible cost, saving millions. In this trip to the Middle East, he’s a crucial protection target, already assigned two elite protection squads with S+ clearance.

In case of war, his protection is a priority. This mission to the Middle East is primarily aimed at finding a secret gene drug to alleviate his condition and to trade his cockroaches for necessary resources.

Thirdly, with him around, should anything happen to us, he acts as our logistical support, guaranteeing our food supply. So Zhang Lang is indispensable, and I hope you all prioritize his safety. If something goes wrong, ensure his protection."

"Rest assured, Old Zhou, we understand the serious implications."

"Zhang Lang is a hero who saved our people. No joke, I’ll stake my life to protect him."

Seeing everyone giving assurances, Old Zhou grinned, patting the young man, "Go on. You might meet many like you on this trip, so enjoy the outing."

Old Zhou then introduced a man exuding a cold aura, wearing combat gear like an ice mountain:

"This is our Combat Commander, Clearance Level A+. He’s in charge of all ferry military forces. You can call him Code Seven or Captain Qi. But I have to warn you, he’s got quite a temper and is a battle maniac."

The aloof man with sharp features and a military stance said:

"All military force matters fall under me. If you disagree with my arrangements, you can convince me with strength, or I’ll convince you with mine. If you work with me and displease me, there’s no such thing as a pay cut.."

Before people could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, "I’ll simply beat you until you sincerely realize your mistake."

Everyone: "Thanks, we’d rather have our pay docked."