So large that even from more than 300 meters away, they could clearly see the golden bird!
That's terrifying!
Its wingspan is larger than many buildings!
"My goodness, this golden bird is huge!" Old Wang didn't have binoculars and couldn't see the details, but he still couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Meanwhile, Old Sun, who was holding binoculars, saw that the mysterious expert had actually jumped onto the back of the giant bird!
He was almost completely stunned.
The next second, he blurted out, "Holy crap! Old Wang! That golden bird is that expert's mount!"
Upon hearing this, Old Wang dropped the lens in his hand with a thud, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a duck egg.
"A...a mount?" His voice trembled, his eyes fixed on the enormous creature. "Is this some kind of mythological story?"
Through Old Sun's binoculars, the details of the giant golden bird became increasingly clear.
With a wingspan exceeding thirty meters, its enormous body is adorned with golden feathers that gleam with a metallic sheen, and its sharp beak seems capable of easily piercing through tank armor.
The mysterious man in black stood steadily on the bird's back, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind.
Sharp eyes.
Wait, why are they getting closer?
The next second.
Old Sun suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "It...it's flying towards us!"
Beside him, Old Wang stared intently at the approaching golden bird, muttering to himself, "I fucking saw it."
His voice trembled, and his legs shook involuntarily.
soon.
The giant bird's flapping wings created a fierce wind that lashed against the exterior walls of the office building, producing a chilling howling sound.
The glass windows shook violently, as if they would shatter at any moment.
The two instinctively took a few steps back, both staring blankly at the giant bird a dozen meters away.
At this distance, the oppressive feeling of the golden giant bird reached its peak.
Those incredibly sturdy bird claws could probably easily lift a car.
That incredibly sharp beak could probably pierce right through a tank.
When you get a clear look at the pair of golden vertical pupils on the bird's head—cold, sharp, and full of the majesty of a top predator—you'll see.
Old Wang was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.
"Did we...did we provoke something we shouldn't have?" His voice was trembling with tears.
The giant golden bird was still approaching, until its beak reached the tempered glass curtain wall.
The next second, the hard tempered glass curtain wall was easily torn apart by the claws of the giant golden bird.
Just as the two were so frightened they almost collapsed, Jiang Wu jumped in.
Looking around, Jiang Wu asked, "How did you manage to survive for almost two years surrounded by so many zombies?"
His words immediately put the two of them at ease.
Old Sun couldn't help but glance at the giant golden bird outside, slowly flapping its wings to keep itself in place.
Such a powerful and obedient giant bird is actually the mount of the person in front of me?
This is unbelievable.
He then swallowed hard and looked at Jiang Wu cautiously, saying, "Sir, the residential area you see is actually made up of interconnected air-raid shelters, built in preparation for a possible future nuclear war."
He pointed to the ground, "After the disaster broke out, the government announced the locations of the entrances to these places, and we took refuge inside."
Jiang Wu casually asked, "How many people are there in total?"
Old Sun said cautiously, "Sir, at the beginning, there were tens of thousands of people. At the beginning, there were reserves of supplies here, and everyone lived in peace."
"Later, the higher-ups in charge of these supplies implemented resource control, and people were only allowed half-full meals each day. Problems began to emerge one after another in the underground shelter: some attempted suicide, some felt hungry and uncomfortable and wanted to go out to find food, and some wanted to go out to find supplies..."
"Gradually, more and more people died."
Old Wang stood up, leaning against the wall, and took over the conversation, saying cautiously, "Later, as the reserves dwindled, the higher-ups worried that one day they would run out of food and everyone would starve to death, so they started to organize search teams to go out and find food."
"Fortunately, the air-raid shelters were interconnected and could lead to many places, so we found a convenient spot to attack and made several attempts."
"Although we lost a lot of people every time we went out, we still managed to get some supplies."
"There are still about 3,500 people here now."
Jiang Wu sized up the two men; they were very thin, but still looked presentable. He asked, "How long can your supplies last?"
Old Wang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't know. Supplies are a private matter; only the higher-ups and their subordinates know about them."
Old Sun added, "Sir, I guess there's not much left. In the last two months, those of us who dared to go out to find supplies have only been able to get about half a meal when we got back. Those who stayed in the shelters and didn't dare to come out had even less food. Many times they had to eat tree bark and mutated plants."
At this point, he gave a wry smile and said, "Moreover, I've also heard that several other underground shelters have run out of food and are trying to get reinforcements from other shelters."
Jiang Wu was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked, "You have more than one underground shelter here?"
Old Sun nodded and said, "Sir, there are more than 50 known to be scattered in various corners of Shanghai. Because the underground shelters here were prepared for war, they are equipped with built-in radio broadcasts, so they can communicate with each other relatively smoothly."
Old Wang then said, "Sir, I think there might be more than 50, because some shelters probably don't have connections with other shelters."
Jiang Wu was overjoyed.
More than 50 shelters that are still in contact?!
How many people would that be?
He took a deep breath and asked, "Do all these shelters have more than 3,000 people like yours?"
Old Sun said with a wry smile, "Sir, our location isn't great, and we only have two New Humans here. We're among the worst off in all the shelters, and our population isn't large either."
"There is a place called Holy City Shelter, which has more than a dozen new humans and now has a total population of at least 8,000, including more than 100 soldiers. I also heard that there is no shortage of supplies there, because a lot of supplies were stored there before the disaster."
Jiang Wu suppressed his elation and continued to ask, "How many people do you estimate there are in all the shelters here?"
Old Sun and Old Wang looked at each other, both of them somewhat bewildered.
How many people were there?
Who cares about this under normal circumstances?
Everyone wished that as many people as possible would die, so that no one would share the supplies.
However, since this person wants to know, let's just leave it at that.
Old Sun said cautiously, "Sir, could you please wait a moment while we do some rough calculations?"
Jiang Wu nodded, crossed his arms, and calmly said, "I guess so, I have plenty of time."
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