"Help me plant bombs in these places."
Ye Shen Yue was prepared and took out a map from under the chair, spreading it on the table. Several locations had already been circled in red ink, including the water tower, incomplete buildings, and abandoned factories.
"Why not send your people? Looking at top combat effectiveness, the gap between the infected and City Hall isn't so big, right?"
Li Cheng didn't rush to agree but asked instead: "Moreover, the infected have the advantage of carrying Fault Substance, like mops dipped in shit, like Lu Bu reincarnated,
fighting could make the enemy hesitate due to fear of damaging their own."
"...I will, for the time being, ignore this somewhat offensive and inappropriate metaphor."
Ye Shen Yue sat back in his chair, replying indifferently: "The infected who were exiled to the Lower Nest also have friends and family on the surface. When we established this camp, we received not a small amount of smuggled aid from the surface.
