After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Suspecting It’s Him

At the Drakonian Command Headquarters in City A.

A secret, unscheduled meeting was in session.

There weren’t many people in the conference room, only about five members.

Samson Thorne knew it was Director Rhodes’s deliberate decision not to summon all the core personnel.

The display screen at the front showed a trend graph of temperature changes over the past month, with measurements precise to several decimal places.

"The temperature is really plummeting. It seems what that person said was true."

Samson Thorne remarked, his gaze fixed on the figure whose hair had grayed considerably.

Over the past half-year of the apocalypse, nearly eighty percent of Director Rhodes’s hair had turned white.

"Do you think... he’s the one?"

Warren Rhodes turned around, the words from that long-ago phone call still echoing in his mind:

"First, the zombie virus is primarily transmitted through blood contact. Infection is rapid, regardless of whether it’s from a scratch or a bite."

"Second, you must destroy a zombie’s head to kill it. Attacking any other part of its body is useless..."

The voice had been altered, its gender indiscernible.

Even though it had been so long, he still remembered its tone and every pause with perfect clarity.

’The owner of that voice,’ he thought, ’must have no idea just how many lives in Drakonia those few sentences saved.’

The apocalypse was here, and there was no shortage of people in the world with extraordinary abilities.

He knew some Ancient Martial Clans possessed prophecy techniques, but he didn’t believe those words were something that could be deduced through such means.

Those were clearly the concise, vital warnings that only someone who had lived through it could have summarized.

Justin Lawson from City D Base had also reported that someone there predicted the extreme cold weather using a precognitive dream.

Although he hadn’t intervened directly, he had always suspected that this person might be the same one who had warned him over the phone.

But since the extreme cold had yet to arrive, it was difficult for him to make a judgment.

But now that temperatures were about to drop below zero, ’could the person who had the precognitive dream really be the one who warned me?’

"It has to be him. There’s no way this is a coincidence."

Ambrose said from the side.

Samson Thorne, however, had a different opinion.

"I wouldn’t be so sure. I’ve mentioned this to you before, Rhodes,"

"and Mr. Lawson over in City D agrees."

Samson Thorne had previously spent some time at the City D Base.

He had also come into contact with Liam Grant, the man with the precognitive dreams.

In their opinion, he had revealed the precognitive dream not for the sake of others, but for his own.

"Mr. Thorne has the sharpest eye for character. I trust his judgment."

Ryan Shaw, thirty-two years old and leaning to one side, was a former student of Samson Thorne’s and had grown accustomed to addressing him as such.

"Besides, haven’t Leopold and his team already gone to City D Base to make contact with him? Our main objective now is to see if he has any other precognitive dreams."

Ryan Shaw said.

It was thanks to Justin Lawson having Myra Lawson report the matter in a timely fashion that the command headquarters was able to make secret preparations in advance.

Beyond City A and City D Base, they had already secretly notified the other bases to prepare supplies when the temperature first began its slight decline a few days prior.

According to the man’s precognitive dream, the entire globe was about to be plunged into an extreme cold spell.

Warren Rhodes sighed. "I actually hope it isn’t him."

Once the extreme cold truly arrived, the fact that Drakonia had prepared in advance was a secret that couldn’t be kept forever.

Although the command headquarters had classified the matter, it was likely only a matter of time before someone took notice of Liam Grant, especially before a new world order was formed.

All they could do for now was dispatch people to City D Base to protect him.

It was just impossible to know whether this protection would be a good thing or a bad thing.

"This extreme cold might be for the best. I imagine those vultures won’t be able to make a move on us for a while,

and our troops can use this time to rest and recuperate."

said Dorian Tate, a man with a square face.

He was a military man. Recently, the nations bordering Drakonia had begun to recover from the initial crisis of the apocalypse.

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