Black rain falls and civilization collapses.
When everyone was screaming in despair and running like mice in the ruins, Chen Ye stopped.
As a former gangster who has been licking blood for fifteen years, and a senior PM (project manager) who has worked hard in a major Internet company for ten years, when he looked at the man-eating zombies in front of him, the first reaction he made in his heart was not fear, but——
Risk assessment and costing.
For him, the apocalypse is not the end of the world, but a forced restart of a "super project."
Zombies are not monsters, they are walking "resource points".
The survivors are not compatriots, but renewable "consumables".
After awakening [Dimension Heavy Industry·Global War Terminal] and holding the complete red alert illustrated book, Chen Ye was not in a hurry to save the world.
He first calculated an account:
How much does it cost to build a Soviet conscript?
How much fuel does it take to generate one kilowatt hour of electricity?
What is the investment-output ratio (ROI) of killing an elite zombie?
There are no glamorous superheroes here, only rusty patchwork tanks, tracks stuffed with minced meat, bloody magnetic storm coils, and absolutely rational tyrants.
In this wasteland full of sour odor, corpse oil and rust, Chen Ye used the most ruthless means to establish the most iron-blooded order.
"Want to survive? Then follow my rules. After all-"
Chen Ye wiped off the black blood on his hands and pointed to the cloudy sky behind him, where a huge airship formation was suspended.
"I am the CEO of this project, the emperor here."
That is to say, Chen Ye attracts people.