MTL - Rich Devil - Chapter 569 , the water vapor is heavy

Above lies the Nine Heavens Galaxy, with its awe-inspiring celestial power, and below lies the vast earth, where ants gaze at the sky.Martial artists can communicate with stars, awaken the power of the stars, and embark on a path against the heavens.Stars can be divided into beast types, artifact types, and miscellaneous types. Among them, beast types are led by dragon stars.“You... you are actually a dragon-type star? How is this possible?” a peerless genius exclaimed in shock.Lin Feng smiled calmly, “I'm sorry, I have eight more like this!”

Zombies suddenly appear all over the world, spreading rapidly in crowded cities. Within a day, national governments collapse all around the world, leading to chaos worldwide. Law and order vanish, making people fear both zombies and each other. Despite the zombie threat, groups form and fight over the limited resources.

But, amidst all of that, a man named Richard received a system that allows him to summon troops, military equipment, weapons, and vehicles. With his newfound power, he can protect himself, his comrades, his kin, and other survivors from zombies and rival factions.

A rampaging Goliath? Unleash Warthogs, AC-130s, and Apaches in the sky.

Mutant flying zombies? Establish anti-air defenses.

Juggernauts shrugging off small arms? Deploy Abrams tanks and IFVs.

Rival factions raiding? Let them face our might.

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.