Chapter 1820 - 983: I Have Urgent Intelligence

A WZ-10 Helicopter flew in from afar, followed by two escort helicopters.

Standing on the watchtower along the walls, Yin Xi, after carefully confirming the helicopters belonged to the Northern Border Alliance, picked up the walkie-talkie to contact everyone on the wall:

"Lift the alert, it should be the Governor’s Helicopter."

He was dressed in green uniform, sunglasses on his eyes, and his face covered with a black cloth, making him appear extremely mysterious.

Even his hands were gloved, leaving no inch of skin exposed to the sunlight.

His eyes betrayed profound admiration; this was their leader of the Northern Border Alliance, Yuan Zhi, Governor Yuan.

Before the Doomsday, he was an influential figure with immense power.

After the outbreak of Doomsday, he rose to prominence completely.

Using his pre-Doomsday status, he effortlessly occupied a large munitions depot in the North, seized several large granaries.

Then grew step by step to the present, built walls to fend off Zombies, harbored refugees...

After enduring countless natural disasters, he finally established a large Federation in the North.

Virtually no force around could rival them.

The Helicopter docked inside the wall, on the helipad of the tallest building.

A burly man got down from the Helicopter, but since he wore a helmet and a dark green uniform, his appearance was completely indiscernible.

Only seen was the man striding toward the door on the top floor.

Then, several attendants got down from the Helicopter, each carrying some packages, briskly catching up with the man in front.

Entered the interior.

Thud!

The burly man took off the helmet, placed it on the nearby table.

The man was about forty-something, of ordinary appearance, with greying temples.

Yet with sharp eyebrows, deep eyes, exuding an aura of leadership that dared not be underestimated.

As the man entered the interior, someone nearby quickly approached, holding a notebook, and spoke:

"Governor, solar radiation is intense, the second project is halted, the builders there want better treatment..."

"Replace them, if they don’t work, let them get lost, plenty of people willing to work."

The subordinate nodded, then said:

"In recent days, due to solar radiation, the number of people with skin diseases has increased, now hundreds have diffuse erythema..."

"I know, asking me won’t help, find a solution yourself."

The subordinate was somewhat embarrassed, then continued:

"Governor, magnetic storm has ended, electrical experts are repairing, currently restored a quarter of the Federation’s power, but some important equipment was severely damaged during the magnetic storm. Like transformers.

The needed parts weren’t found in the warehouse, so to repair these electronic devices, replacement parts must be sourced."

The Governor removed the glove, looked at the man behind reporting, and said:

"Don’t ramble, haven’t I known the magnetic storm ended? Why else would I take the Helicopter? Get to the point, where can we get replacement parts? What’s the solution?

I’ve told you many times, always bring solutions when presenting problems to me."

The Governor’s tone wasn’t fierce, but his voice was thick, carrying an undeniable authority.

The man’s face tightened, upon lifting his head to meet the Governor’s gaze, it felt as if pierced by a sharp blade, completely seen through, devoid of privacy.

Under the Governor’s direct gaze, he quickly said: "Two options, one is to go to the same city, where our people found similar parts.

Another option would be to go to Zheng City, there are similar factory sites, previously personnel on a mission inadvertently learned that in the Southern part of Xinyang, there is an Oil City producing oil.

Perhaps while looking for parts, also survey that Oil City to the South?"

"Moreover, people who escaped from the South recently, mentioned the Big Camphor Tree Base, which is likely the power behind the Oil City."

Hearing this, the Governor slowly removed his gloves, after a thought said:

"Choose the second option, it’s good to take a look at that Oil City, remember not to be discovered by them, no actions."

The subordinate quickly nodded, then wrote in the notebook.

Then added: "Also, there’s another matter, Sima Liang’s youngest son Sima Xi is forming a team, intending to head to the Big Camphor Tree Base, should we stop him?"

The Governor paused then asked: "How’s old Sima Liang now?"

"According to our informants, this magnetic storm caused issues with his respirator, almost collapsed, though he’s pulled through, worse than before, likely only a few months..." the subordinate answered.

"Let him go, just perfect to test the waters."

"Understood, Governor, currently there’s a faction from the North wanting to submit to us..."

"Sky?"

"Yes, that Sky faction, wants to join us, they’re about to collapse, heard internally they’re in turmoil, many deaths."

The Governor nodded, waved his hand and said:

"Decline, we can cooperate, but forget joining. The Federation has enough people already, they’re called Sky, yet don’t resemble it, not a single helicopter."