About ten minutes later, there was a street-side shopping area about two miles away from the Flame Heart Base.
The door of one of the shops was sealed with a golden shield, and it looked no different from other ruins.
But if you listen carefully, you can vaguely feel the breathing and subtle movements inside.
"Dong, dong, dong—dong, dong." Rhythmic knocking sounds echoed outside the door, the agreed-upon code...
A door-shaped passage appeared on the Golden Shield...
A man and a woman in gray clothes, carrying various kinds of supplies in their hands, slipped in sideways.
The interior of the store is quite spacious, but it seems a bit crowded at the moment.
Hundreds of people were standing or sitting in complete silence, all eyes focused on the man who had just entered.
Deep inside the store, a burly man sat on a wooden stool with his legs hunched.
He raised his eyelids and his gaze fell on the man in the lead who looked like he had a slightly hunched back.
"Old Fu, how is it?"
Lao Fu hurriedly stepped forward and replied respectfully, "Boss, there are more kinds of food, medicine, and daily necessities than we imagined.
The most important thing is, whenever a stall is almost empty, new stock is immediately replenished, and the supply is endless! There must be a space-based psychic here!"
Burly man: "Well, where are the guards?"
Lao Fu: "There are two patrol teams, a total of 25 people. There are people guarding each stall, plus those responsible for restocking, a total of about 50 people. There are 15 people guarding the cash register, and there are 90 people in the market."
After listening to this, the burly man nodded slightly with an expressionless face and turned his gaze to the other woman: "Wan Mei."
"Boss, the market is about five hundred meters away from the main gate of Flame Heart.
The entire area was surrounded by golden shields, and the high watchtowers and main combatants were concentrated on the Flame Heart Gate.
The group of people that Lao Fu mentioned are patrolling the outskirts of the market, with average frequency and intensity.
My guess is that if we are well prepared and act quickly enough, we can grab the supplies before the support arrives at the Flame Heart Gate!"
The burly man knocked on the armrest of the chair, making a dull "knock knock" sound, and his eyes turned back to Lao Fu: "Lao Fu, what do you think?"
Lao Fu: "Boss, Wanmei's observation is indeed correct, the defense is basically like that...
However, we heard a lot of discussions among the crowd.
It was said that there were a dozen young men sitting at the cash register who rushed into the Sharp Blade Base, killed Mu Jin and his group, and returned to Flame Heart unscathed..."
Upon hearing this, Wan Mei sneered, a bit disdainful: "Old Fu, do you believe the rumors? A dozen people broke into a base and escaped unscathed? Is that possible?"
A younger guy next to Lao Fu said: "Sister Wanmei, it's true! Everyone in the Sharp Blade Base says so!
It is said that those people are all level 4 or above psychics, and they came out in a swagger after killing Mu Jin! Now many people in Fengren want to join Yanxin! "
Wan Mei: "Even if there are ten level four psychics among those ninety people, we don't have to be afraid, right?"
Lao Fu: "Wanmei, don't forget, they're acting like no one's business... They've scattered leaflets all over our base!"
The burly man was silent, his eyes were deep, no one knew what he was thinking...
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