The man in front frowned. When he felt the gaze, he felt a chill on his back, and the familiar sense of crisis kept warning him.

It seems that a powerful person has sneaked into the team this time. He not only thinks that the woman is dangerous, but even the bodyguards around her are strange.

Because he couldn't sense the other person's breath.

The soldier next to him seemed to see his expression and asked:

"Captain, have you found anything wrong?"

The man was silent for a few seconds before speaking:

"What's the special ability of the woman in the car at the back?"

"Captain, it's a level 2 space-based esper."

"Sure?"

"Confirmed. We have verified all the people with special abilities on the list. She didn't deliberately hide her special abilities after arriving at the gathering place. Many people have seen her. Our cameras outside the base have also captured footage of her using her special abilities."

The man continued walking forward with a blank expression, but he felt relieved in his heart:

"Where's the man next to her?"

"He's a developer, level 3."

The man was completely relieved now. It seemed that they were selecting people very casually, but in fact, the more capable ones were indeed screened.

Most of the people participating this time have been in the gathering place for a long time, and the base’s control over the gathering place is definitely not as loose as it seems.

They also knew about those who exchanged identities, but it didn't have much impact so no one exposed it. After all, they were all cannon fodder sent to die, so it didn't matter who went.

This man and woman have been at the gathering place for more than two months and have indeed not done anything strange.

To put it bluntly, they are just private bases. In the apocalypse, everyone is busy taking care of themselves. There is no need to fight each other if there is no conflict of interest.

Although there were few people coming to their base this time, they were all high-level evolvers.

The man finally concluded that he could completely control it, and even if he had any other intentions, it would not cause any trouble, so he stopped paying too much attention to it.

At this time, He Xiaobei, who was following behind the team, had his legs resting on the center console, his upper body half lying on the seat, eating a peach.

She has nothing to worry about now and has decided to leave the Bear City base. If she hadn't thought of having someone to lead the way for her, she would have left the team long ago.

Anyone who dares to provoke her will be killed now. Faced with the temptation of life and some material things, there should be someone willing to lead the way.

Moreover, her main purpose of going there this time was not to find the treasures in the oasis, but to find the mutated plants.

To others, those mutated plants are dangerous, but to Yingying, they are all nourishing nutrients, so she doesn't care much about them going in to search.

If so many people go in and search together, it can save her a lot of trouble. If the things found in the search are very valuable, it won't be too late for her to grab them. If they are not valuable, it doesn't matter if she gives them to them.

He Xiaobei thought so because they were just a private base. If it was an official base coming to search, she might be more interested in what was inside.

And that place was said to have appeared for a while, and officials from various countries had not moved, so she felt that there was probably nothing good there, otherwise it would not have been their turn to explore the Bear City private base for so long.

After thinking about it, he opened the car window, threw the peach pit out, and silently added in his heart:

You'd better cherish your own life and let everyone live in peace.

Just after mid-afternoon, a drizzle began to fall again.

The survivors in the gathering place were prepared for this. Raincoats were hard to come by, but plastic sheets were common in the wild and would not be in short supply for the next few hundred years.

The soldiers following on both sides of the troop transport truck also got on the vehicle. Although they had equipment, they did not want to rush on the muddy road.

This is the difference between survivors and base residents. The former's goal is to avoid death as much as possible, and being dirty and barbaric is inevitable.

The latter is clean and elegant, although also mixed with a fierce temperament.

Months of intermittent acid rain had washed all the dust from the air, and the ground was almost saturated.