Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 264

“I was just talking about Shaohua,” Wei Wei’s boyfriend—a burly, dark-skinned man—replied. In the past, someone as pretty as Wei Wei would never have looked twice at a man like him, but now, she desperately needed protection. “She’s a girl. It’s hard to watch her fight zombies every day.”

She had expected her boyfriend to agree, to share her disdain for Ye Shaohua’s stubbornness.

Instead, he gave her a strange look and waved her off dismissively. “Enough. Don’t meddle in her business.”

Wei Wei didn’t notice the oddity in his tone and went back to organizing supplies.

She even left a spot in the trunk for Ye Shaohua.

But after waiting for what felt like forever, Ye Shaohua never showed up.

The team was large, with only three vans to accommodate everyone.

Even with the supplies, space wasn’t that tight—but the people from the first van had all squeezed into the other two.

That alone wasn’t unusual. What made Wei Wei’s expression darken was the sight of Ye Shaohua sitting alone in an entire van.

Everyone else—including Su Ran, Qi Feng, and the baby-faced guy—were crammed together in the remaining seats.

Only Ye Shaohua lounged comfortably in the back.

“Why does she…?” Wei Wei bit her lip and turned to her boyfriend, confused.

Her boyfriend knew exactly what she was thinking. Though he couldn’t be bothered to explain, he also didn’t want Wei Wei’s stupidity to provoke Ye Shaohua. “Drop it. Miss Ye isn’t like you. From now on, don’t mess with her—or I’ll toss you out myself.”

Thanks to Ye Shaohua, the team’s strength had skyrocketed.

She had saved them, helped them—but beyond that, she was a powerhouse. That alone commanded respect.

Wei Wei sat stiffly on the crowded bench, staring at the van ahead, unable to process what was happening.

Meanwhile, Ye Shaohua fitted the last component into the laptop and pressed the power button.

The screen flickered to life as she began linking it to a satellite.

Half an hour later, she handed several phones to Su Ran. “These are now connected to the satellite system—specifically, our Huaxia base’s network. Right now, they’re all using satellite comms. With these, you can make calls. If you want to contact others, just input their frequency.”

When the baby-faced guy heard this, his casual grip on the phone turned into a reverent hold.

His breathing grew ragged as he struggled to keep his composure.

After the apocalypse, all signal towers had been destroyed. The only remaining means of communication were satellites.

But satellite phones were nearly impossible to obtain.

Most people relied on scavenged radios to catch broadcasts.

Su Ran and the others knew satellite phones existed—but they were so difficult to manufacture that only high-ranking leaders had them. They’d never dreamed of owning one.

Yet here Ye Shaohua was, casually handing out four of them.

They distributed the phones among themselves and tested them.

It worked.

“If you want more satellite phones in the future, just bring me any old phones you find,” Ye Shaohua said, oblivious to the shock she’d just delivered. Her mind was already elsewhere, wondering how to secure a lab so she could analyze the virus behind the apocalypse.

She spoke offhandedly, but Su Ran’s face had gone numb with disbelief.

“Miss Ye… you’re saying you can make more satellite phones?”

“Yeah, as long as I have spare phones.” She frowned slightly at his reaction. “Is it that hard?”

Qi Feng dragged a hand down his face.

“Hard?” Su Ran let out a strained laugh. “Forget controlling the satellites—most of the machinery was destroyed in the apocalypse. Setting up a functional satellite system is nearly impossible. Mass-producing satellite phones? Out of the question. Just yesterday, the broadcast mentioned only two hundred satellite phones were made in the first batch. They’ve stopped production because the cost is too high.”

Even with so many people turned into zombies, there were still hundreds of millions of survivors.

Two hundred satellite phones for billions of people.

Unless you had extraordinary connections, an ordinary person would never get their hands on one.

And yet Ye Shaohua was saying she could make them on demand—as long as she had spare phones.

Forget her combat skills—just her ability to create satellite comms would make her a top priority for every safe zone scrambling to establish order.

Ye Shaohua watched their awed expressions, unfazed.

They’re this excited over phones? I haven’t even built a mech yet.

Of the four satellite phones, three went to Su Ran’s group, and the last was given to Wei Wei’s boyfriend.

The others burned with envy—but when they learned Ye Shaohua could make more, their next mission wasn’t for food.

It was for spare parts.

Later, when they encountered a third-tier zombie, Ye Shaohua killed it with earth-based powers and tossed the core to Wei Wei’s boyfriend.

Even the ordinary survivors now understood just how formidable she was.

Meanwhile, Su Ran and the others fought harder than ever. They knew that if they were ever in mortal danger, Ye Shaohua would step in.

She was their strongest shield.

“The capital just released new intel—zombie classifications and supernatural ability training methods,” Qi Feng said, checking a rudimentary information network. “Apparently, it was discovered by three people. Rumor has it they’ve been invited by major factions. Must be Ye Xiangxiang’s group. They’ve reached second-tier supernatural ability, shocking everyone. They even know about some kind of healing medicine.”

The baby-faced guy and the others listened, utterly unimpressed.

“We’ve got Miss Ye. Who cares about them?”

Second-tier supernatural ability? Their entire team was second-tier now!

Their gazes slid resentfully toward Wei Wei’s boyfriend. The one third-tier zombie they’d found had been earth-aligned—so he got the core.

He immediately retreated to absorb it before anyone could protest.

“Those three are downright shameless,” Qi Feng spat. “Back then, Ye Xiangxiang said she liked zombie cores and made us collect them for her. We did all the work for nothing, and she never said a word about their real use.”

At the mention of Ye Xiangxiang’s group, the baby-faced guy’s expression soured.

“Still, we should thank them,” Su Ran said, glancing at Ye Shaohua. “Without them, we’d never have found Miss Ye.”

Qi Feng flushed. “Captain… thanks for not listening to me when I said to kick her out.”

Su Ran sighed.

Just then, the baby-faced guy—who had been fiddling with Ye Shaohua’s laptop—suddenly jolted.

“Captain!” he exclaimed, eyes wide. “I found Boss Suiyun!”