Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 270

“That’s our Sui family’s safe zone ahead,” Sui Yun said softly, pointing toward the fortified compound.

The safe zone wasn’t located in downtown Beijing but in the suburban outskirts. In the apocalypse, densely populated urban centers were death traps—the higher concentration of people meant more zombie outbreaks.

When the catastrophe first struck, Sui Yun had made the decisive call to establish China’s first official safe zone within a military district.

History had proven his judgment right.

Other regions were now scrambling to replicate Beijing’s model.

The guards at the gates immediately recognized the insignia on Sui Yun’s vehicle and radioed the base administrators.

“This trip, we’ve brought back 2,753 survivors—1,491 of them are garrison troops from N City,” Sui Yun briefed the administrator.

The man gave a distracted acknowledgment, delegating the intake logistics to his subordinates while his gaze locked onto the group beside Sui Yun.

Ye Shaohua’s team stood out like a cosmic anomaly in this apocalyptic wasteland.

Look at Wei Qi’s squad—exhausted, grime-caked, faces hollow with exhaustion. That was the universal look of the apocalypse.

Clean water had become a myth outside what water-attribute ability users could conjure or the dwindling stockpiles of bottled supplies.

Yet Ye Shaohua’s people? Spotless. Relaxed. Laughing.

“You must be Miss Ye?” The administrator’s eyes gleamed as he addressed her.

Ye Shaohua nodded. “Hello.”

Since the world ended, high-tier ability users had flocked to Beijing’s safe zone, drawn by its renowned brain-domain researcher.

That scientist had invented water purification systems for contaminated sources and reverse-engineered the optimal ability-enhancement paths by studying the infamous “Trio Team” roaming the wastelands.

Raw power mattered in the apocalypse—but so did genius.

The moment the researcher heard about Ye Shaohua, he’d been obsessed.

He’d told the administrator her cerebral development far surpassed his own.

And then there was the fact she’d cured Su Mu’s zombie virus infection. While ability users had higher resistance, she was the first confirmed case of successful treatment.

“Dr. Shen is currently analyzing those rumored energy-restoration serums,” the administrator said eagerly. “Would you like to meet him?”

“No need,” Sui Yun interjected smoothly. “I’ll take her to the residential sector first.”

Beijing’s safe zone stratified housing by status.

Civilians crammed into barracks-style dorms in the outermost rings. Low-tier ability users like Ye Changming got closet-sized single rooms—if they were lucky.

For someone of Ye Shaohua’s significance—especially with a third-tier ability user like Su Mu in her ranks—the administration assigned her team a two-story suite. The highest privilege left in this broken world.

Only the original members like Su Ran and even non-ability user Weiwei lived there. Later recruits were quartered in the periphery.

Over a hundred strong now. All leveling up at impossible speeds.

The safe zone’s leaders had taken notice—hence the flood of elite recruits they’d foisted upon her.

“Two rules if you join us,” Ye Shaohua declared. “First, all non-compatible crystals go to teammates. We rise together. Second—no atrocities against civilians. Obey your squad leaders.”

Su Ran’s team didn’t blink. They were already used to hunting zombies to empower their weakest members.

The administrator had heard Wei Qi’s entire squad had hit third-tier under Ye Shaohua’s leadership. Who would refuse such terms?

Overnight, her faction became the safe zone’s second-largest force after Sui Yun’s.

“Su Ran, you’ll lead training for the new recruits,” Ye Shaohua directed. “Twenty per team. Weiwei handles the remainder.”

These veterans moved like a single organism. Adding lower-tier members barely slowed them.

“Got it.” Su Ran flashed a thumbs-up.

As Sui Yun left to manage his own troops, the administrator lingered. “Miss Ye… you’re going on missions too?”

Scientists like Dr. Shen enjoyed round-the-clock protection. The question slipped out before he could stop it.

Ye Shaohua ignored it. “My priority is finding my parents. Check your registries.”

The administrator nearly tripped sprinting to records. “Found them! Ye Changming—first-tier strength ability user. C2 Sector, Unit 56!”

“So you’re their daughter,” a clerk remarked. “Those two traded every scrap of supplies for information about you. Lived worse than refugees.”

The team exhaled in relief. Ability users usually fared decently.

With her parents here, convincing Ye Shaohua to stay would be easier.

C2 Sector

The administrator paled at the shanty-like dwelling. Far below standard for even first-tier personnel.

Ye Shaohua’s eye twitched.

Her psychic senses flared—only one life-sign inside.

She rapped on the door.

“Who’s there?” A frail voice.

Memories of two lifetimes’ worth of parental sacrifice surfaced. “Mom. It’s me.”

A thud. The door wrenched open.

Ye Shaohua’s mother had aged a decade in months. Grime-streaked, hair matted. Her hands trembled as she clutched her daughter’s arms.

“Come in, come in!” She dragged Ye Shaohua into the six-square-meter cell, pressing a moldering cookie into her hand. “Eat!”

Tears spilled as she drank in her daughter’s face. “You’re so thin… But alive. Thank god. Have you seen Xiangxiang? We never should’ve left you both—”

Ye Shaohua’s grip tightened around the cookie. “Where’s Dad?”

She’d raced here faster than even the apocalypse-hardened trio. Swallowed the grief at her mother’s state.

The evasion was obvious. “He’s out. He’ll—”

“Administrator,” Ye Shaohua cut in, voice glacial. “Locate him. Now.”

All exits were logged.

Her mother crumpled. “He… found a crystal for my medicine. But Biao’s gang took him. Shaohua, don’t provoke them! Biao’s second-tier now—”

Two aging, bottom-tier ability users. Prey for the strong.

Ye Shaohua knew the rules. Her expression didn’t change.

She turned to the safe zone officials crowding the doorway.

“Where. Is. Biao.”