Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh—

At the same time, the helicopter flew overhead, and its speed of departure was becoming faster and faster.

The Taoist turned back to look at the pursuing zombies, clearly realizing that the zombies' running speed could not catch up with him.

Inside the helicopter, the group saw the Taoist escaping from the zombies and, for some reason, felt a much greater sense of relief.

Perhaps there was always some kindness in their hearts, but they feared that kindness might harm them instead.

Li Yu's actions saved the Taoist without putting everyone in danger.

"Let's go, Uncle Jackal, to Oil City." Li Yu said into the microphone.

"Alright." Jackal gave a slight smile, not questioning why they didn't stop to wait for the Taoist.

But he knew this was the best approach.

After all, they were unsure whether the person was a genuine Taoist or not, and having never interacted, they didn't know whether that person was good or bad.

Hence, Jackal manipulated the helicopter to accelerate, heading towards Xinyang.

The Taoist ran a few steps forward, noticing the helicopter had no intention of stopping.

Yet, he wore a faint smile on his face.

It seemed he had found an answer within.

There's no mistake in saving lives; it's only necessary to save those worth saving.

In the darkest of worlds, there will always be places of light.

After standing still for two seconds, he watched the helicopter flying towards the Northwest. He took out his compass, hesitated for two more seconds, then laughed freely before running towards the direction in which the helicopter was headed.

In the vastness, it's unknown where the senior brother is, and without a trace, heading that way is a direction too.

....

Inside the helicopter, Li Yu opened the sack of fruits prepared by Third Aunt, seeing it filled with apples and melons.

So many fruits, even Third Uncle couldn't finish them.

Might as well...

Thus, Li Yu opened it and took out an apple, cleaned it off on his clothes, and bit into it, savoring the juicy, fragrant taste.

"Tiezi, pass these to everyone." Li Yu said to Li Tie sitting beside him.

Li Tie chuckled, knowing that since it was the big brother's command, he would just say it was his brother's order if questioned by their father, and it would have nothing to do with him.

Then he distributed a fruit to everyone on the helicopter.

After distributing these, half a sack remained.

Zuo Ruxue and her group held the fruit, seemingly at a loss.

In their eyes, food during Doomsday was extremely precious, even at Big Camphor Tree Base, food could only be exchanged through tasks or material contributions.

Where would one find free food?

Li Yu noticed them holding the fruit, unsure of what to do with it, he instructed Li Tie to close the window before calling out to Zuo Ruxue's group, "Eat, you've come such a long way, you deserve it."

Li Yu spoke with all his might so that they could hear him clearly.

Zuo Ruxue smiled gently, wiped the apple on her clothes, took a bite, and felt the sweet and sour juice, her eyes closed happily.

As cooperative personnel, it had been a long time since they had eaten proper fruit, let alone an apple.

Generally, apples are produced in the North, while Gansheng produces more navel oranges.

However, at Big Camphor Tree Base, with the greenhouse vegetable plot, they can ignore the temperature and produce a variety of fruits.

This sack of apples must have been picked this morning, very fresh and crisp.

Crunch, crunch—

While eating, Li Yu remembered Third Uncle used to eat apples without spitting out the seeds, eating the entirety.

Recalling that, before the previous Doomsday, he hadn't tried this with apples, and in the last Doomsday there wasn't a chance.

Now, he could try, so he ate the whole apple, not even leaving the seeds.

The others beside Li Yu saw how he cherished food, and followed suit.

However, Zuo Ruxue and a few others didn't eat the apple seeds but carefully stored them in their pockets.

One should always try; maybe they can grow an apple tree.

......

Thousands of kilometers away.

The Western Pacific.

Near Palau and the Mariana Islands.

After the natural disaster, days of high temperatures raised the surface seawater temperature to over thirty degrees, causing vast amounts of seawater to evaporate into the air, forming a low-pressure center.

In recent days, with atmospheric changes and the Earth's own movements, the incoming air began to rotate, forming a counter-clockwise spinning air vortex.

The persistent high temperatures made the tropical cyclone increasingly powerful, gradually forming a typhoon.

Despite the guidance of subtropical high-pressure circulation, the typhoon didn't head toward the Northwest but rather moved westward.

Over the ocean, the gale raged, accompanied by moisture, and waves surged to seventy meters high.

And as time passed, the moisture increased, raising the wave height further.

Above the raging sea, the clouds roiled with high and low convection.

Among them, scattered with various sea debris, there were zombies...

According to pre-Doomsday typhoon classifications, this exceeded the highest known Level 17 by humans.

And if calculated by wind and wave strength, it was two to three times the highest level.

Within the wild hurricane.

An enormous aircraft carrier appeared extremely small against the towering waves, like a tiny boat.

On this aircraft carrier, a red, white, and blue-striped star flag was hoisted.