I, Jiang Zhuo, am the leader of the third team of the Special Situation Division, codenamed "Blue Bird".
When the doomsday really came and the zombies roared and crashed into the base gate, I was blocked in the office by No. 9 With an expressionless face.
He pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Team leader, your "Monthly Summary Form for Awakening of Superpowers" has not been handed in yet. There are three paper copies, and the electronic version is copied to the director and the archives department."
Outside the door, the ice wall of No. 1 Was being knocked out of cobweb cracks by alien species.
I took a deep breath and looked at the first column of the form - "Detailed description of the ability (no vague words such as 'probably' or 'possible' should be used)".
Outside the window, under the bloody sky, the vines of No. 7 Were tying a three-meter-tall aberration into a rice dumpling.
I pick up the pen and write like a knife:
"Superpower: Speech Spirit.
Specific performance: Let colleagues who do not submit their forms immediately go to the Finance Department to receive three months' salary and write a 3,000-word review. "
No. 9 Turned around and ran away with a pale face.
I stood up and pressed the full frequency communication:
"Three groups gathered.
Remember, our mission is not to eliminate alien species——
Come back alive to fill out the form. "
