Chapter 638: Final Mobilization

Chapter 638: Final Mobilization

Zhang Yi gave a concise summary of what his group had discussed the previous day.

Given how important this operation was, he held back almost nothing—except his own ability.

“The most critical thing,” he said, “is to get a complete grasp on every Moon of Corrosion member’s superhuman ability.

Especially, we need to find a way to crack how they’re gathering intelligence.”

“That’s all I’ve got. I’m done.”

Once he finished and sat back down,

many in the room lowered their heads in thought, mulling over his words.

Even Deng Shentong had one hand propped under his chin, deep in contemplation.

Zhu Zheng nodded at Zhang Yi in approval.

“Zhang Yi is right.

In our war against the Moon of Corrosion, intel is the key!

At the moment, we still don’t know where they’re getting their information from,

so we’re at a slight disadvantage there.”

Then Zhu Zheng’s voice suddenly grew louder and more forceful.

“But in every other aspect, we hold absolute superiority!”

“Whether it’s our superhumans’ strength, our numbers, or our home-field logistical support.”

He crossed his arms and gave a confident smile.

“Most importantly, we have armed reinforcements from the District!”

The crowd turned their attention to Zhu Zheng with interest.

“You’re planning to use thermal weapons for precision strikes?”

asked Yu Zhengyang, a superhuman from Xichuan, his eyes glowing with excitement.

Missiles were one of the most powerful strategic weapons in the current era.

Their destructive power could crush nearly any superhuman.

However, due to the apocalypse, missile production lines had mostly collapsed—

what remained had to be rationed carefully.

That meant even district-level powers couldn’t use them lightly.

Zhang Yi and the others had long wondered

why the District hadn’t already used missiles for pinpoint strikes on the Moon of Corrosion.

Zhu Zheng, clearly aware of their doubts, explained:

“The Moon of Corrosion has satellite disruption devices.

Our Xingyun System can only give us a rough idea of their location—

it can’t pinpoint their exact coordinates.”

Lan Xincheng added,

“They can disrupt satellite scans within a five-kilometer radius.”

Zhu Zheng nodded. “Exactly. Five kilometers.

Trying to bomb an area with a five-kilometer radius is incredibly difficult.”

“But don’t worry.

We’ve prepped something else this time—something that’ll give them one hell of a surprise.”

Everyone perked up a bit.

Whatever it was, it sounded like the Jiangnan District’s secret weapon.

It made sense—there was no way a major district didn’t have a trump card or two up its sleeve.

Next, the Second Squad’s captain, Zhuo Feiyu, stood up and shared his team’s strategy.

Zhuo Feiyu pulled a satellite phone from his pocket and opened a text file,

reading word-for-word from the screen:

“Based on the failures of the first battle, we’ve drawn one key lesson:

do not split up our forces.”

“Even if we divide into three squads,

we must stay within two kilometers of each other at all times.”

“And we need to establish a rule:

if any team encounters the Moon of Corrosion,

the other two must move to support them immediately.”

“There’s no reason to let the enemy lead us around by the nose.”

“If their strength lies in intel and choosing counter-abilities to target us directly,

then we should switch opponents on the battlefield as needed.”

That last point made Zhang Yi’s eyes light up.

He glanced at Zhuo Feiyu again.

The man looked to be in his early thirties,

hair slick with grease from days without a shower.

His face was plain, and his reading was stiff and monotone—

but he had clearly nailed the heart of the problem in the first battle

and offered a solid solution.

“Switching opponents... That’s actually a brilliant idea.”

Zhang Yi couldn’t help but mutter under his breath.

The reason the ten superhuman teams were crushed so quickly in the first battle

was largely because their captains’ abilities had been directly countered.

In battles between Delta-level superhumans,

the impact of lower-ranked members was almost negligible.

And the Moon of Corrosion’s 13 members were all infamous killers from Kanto—

the cream of the crop among Delta-level fighters.

So essentially, the first battle was

13 of them going up against 10 outer-zone Delta-level superhumans.

Zhang Yi had thought about this before:

what if they'd been allowed to switch opponents mid-fight,

to avoid letting the enemy control the tempo?

Even if the task force couldn’t defeat the Moon of Corrosion,

they wouldn’t have lost so badly.

Now Zhang Yi wondered:

if the Moon of Corrosion really had such a ridiculous intel-gathering ability,

how much would they know about his own powers?

Could they see through his real strength?

And if so, who would they send to take him out?

He didn’t have an answer.

Everything was a big unknown.

He figured it was safest to keep a low profile.

After all, he was in the light; they were in the dark.

One misstep, and it could be over.

So Zhang Yi resolved to keep hiding his cards.

Survival came first.

Zhang Yi’s and Zhuo Feiyu’s words sparked deep thought in the room.

Zhu Zheng was already considering whether to make their suggestions official policy.

He nodded at Zhuo Feiyu. “Excellent suggestion. I’ll take it under consideration.”

Zhuo Feiyu nodded back and slowly sat down.

Xia Lingling propped her chin on one hand and looked at Zhuo Feiyu with amusement.

“Heh. Captain, not bad!”

Zhuo Feiyu just gave her a faint smile and said nothing.

Her boyfriend, Yuan Hao, started to panic a little.

He tugged gently on Xia Lingling’s sleeve.

“Lingling, I had some good ideas too! Can’t you praise me a little?”

Xia Lingling turned to him.

Yuan Hao was staring at her like a loyal little puppy, eyes full of hope.

She grinned mischievously and grabbed his chin.

“You dummy!”

“Even if other guys say smart things,

none of them can compare to you in my eyes.

I love you the most.”

Then, without a care in the world, she planted a kiss on him.

The sound of that smooch echoed awkwardly through the meeting room.

The two of them weren’t far from Zhang Yi’s group.

Liang Yue’s cheeks flushed red—

she quickly turned her head,

but couldn’t resist sneaking a peek again.

Everyone else wore blank expressions,

clearly used to such public displays.

After all, in the apocalypse,

the world was full of oddballs,

and people were way more uninhibited than before.

Fortunately, Zhu Zheng had seen plenty of weirdos among the superhumans.

So he didn’t react at all to Xia Lingling and Yuan Hao’s behavior.

Instead, he looked at the Third Squad’s captain, Wu Shifang.

“Wu Shifang, you’re up next.

Let’s hear what your team came up with.”

Author's Note