At the Suzaku base, the sun was blocked by wind and sand.

The whole base is like a dead zone.

There were almost no people on the streets.

Occasionally, you can see a few skinny figures, hunched over, searching for food scraps in the ruins.

Some old people huddled in the corners with dull eyes.

A little girl dug out a piece of moldy bread from the garbage and stuffed it into her mouth.

She didn't have the strength to chew, so she just swallowed dryly. In the end, she choked and coughed so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Next to her, a woman stretched out her hand, but the moment she touched the bread, tears streamed down her face.

"Child, don't eat..." she murmured weakly with despair.

There were several uncollected corpses lying on the ground.

The stench of the corpse attracted several skinny stray dogs.

But the stray dog ​​didn't have the strength to bite, and just curled up weakly beside the corpse, gasping for breath with its eyes closed.

The air was filled with the smell of decay and despair.

This is a daily routine at Suzaku Base.

People struggled with hunger and disease.

Every day, someone dies.

No food, no water, no clothes.

Living people are like zombies.

The dead have long been forgotten.

A fleet of transport vehicles stopped at the base entrance.

One car after another formed a long queue.

The arrival of supplies was like a ray of light, breaking the silence of the Suzaku base.

There is a "Xuanwu Base" sign on each car.

It was filled with food, water, clothes, and medical supplies.

The crowd surged.

A skinny face emerged from the ruins, greed burning in its eyes.

Adults holding children.

The old man was leaning on a cane.

A young boy dragged his lame leg and squeezed towards the gate.

There was only one word on their lips:

"eat!"

The elite team of Xuanwu Base is guarding the supplies.

The leader was Cheng Fang.

He was dressed in black armor, standing next to the supply truck, looking coldly at the chaos in front of him.

"Stand back."

Cheng Fang only said two words.

The voice was not loud, but full of intimidation.

The crowd stopped.

But their eyes were still fixed on the supplies.

No one wanted to leave.

"These supplies have been allocated. You will get your share."

"Everyone."

"But if someone dares to snatch it..."

He said this, looking across the crowd.

Cold as a knife.

No one dared to move.

Supplies began to be distributed in an orderly manner, and the survivors of Suzaku Base cheered...

In a dim meeting room at Suzaku Base.

Han Qiong sat at one end of the long table.

Other conservative leaders sat on both sides.

There was a musty smell in the conference room.

The documents on the table were wrinkled, as if they had been soaked in water.

Han Qiong's face was terribly gloomy.

She just received the message.

These materials were passed down by our ancestors.

Provide free assistance to Suzaku Base.

But these people in front of me are ready to make a move.

"Once this batch of supplies is distributed, the base will be able to breathe a sigh of relief."

Han Qiong spoke and looked at everyone.

She raised her eyes and stared at a middle-aged man opposite her:

"What we need to discuss now is how to distribute it to everyone as quickly as possible."

The man laughed, looking relaxed:

"Minister Han, these supplies are not small in quantity, why must they all be distributed to civilians?"

"What?" Han Qiong frowned.

"We managers also have needs."

The man said slowly, "Don't managers need better compensation?"

"We need to do physical work to replenish our nutrition. We can't let everyone go hungry and maintain order, right?"

Several managers echoed: "That's right!"

"The savior is indeed kind-hearted, but we can't give it all to the civilians."

"Minister Han, I think this batch of supplies should first meet the needs of core departments, and then consider others."

Han Qiong's face was terribly dark.

She slammed the table and said, "Are you crazy? How many people have starved to death outside? Don't you know?!"

The conference room was silent for a moment.

Later, someone else retorted: "Minister Han, this is not a grab, it's an adjustment of priorities."

"Besides, this batch of supplies was sent by the Savior, but the Xuanwu Base is also China's resources. Logically, this batch of supplies should be shared by the entire base."

Han Qiong sneered.

"Public? I tell you, if you dare to touch these supplies, just try it!"

She was shaking with anger.

Song Lufeng and his people had just helped them drive away those fusionists, but they dared to raise the price without any guilt, demanding to take the things their ancestors had sent them privately!

What a mess!

So what if Xuanwu Base doesn't give us these things? !

You want privileges before you even understand the situation!

No one in the conference room noticed that everything going on in the meeting was being quietly broadcast live.

The public channel of Suzaku Base transmits all of this to every survivor.

In the picture, the shots of Han Qiong angrily scolding those conservatives were cut into frames.

[This batch of supplies is life-saving! ]

[If anyone dares to have evil thoughts again, don't blame me for being rude! ]

[If you want to rob, you can! Go to the front line and kill monsters to exchange for food! ]

The live broadcast room exploded.

Tens of thousands of survivors flooded into the live broadcast, and the screen was filled with bullets.

[What do these people want to do?! Eat alone?!]

[The supplies sent by the savior, they still want to steal? ]

[Support Minister Han! These people get lost! ]

The survivors of Suzaku Base have long been dissatisfied with the actions of those in power.

Now, their greed is exposed for all to see.

After the meeting, Han Qiong went directly to Song Lufeng.

She looked guilty.

"City Lord Song, I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to do this."

Her voice sank. "They might try to rob us, but no matter what, we can't let them succeed."

Song Lufeng nodded.

"Don't worry, as long as we are here, no one can touch these things."

Soon, Han Qiong announced a message at the Xuanwu Base:

This batch of materials will be strictly distributed according to Gu Man's plan.

No one gets priority.

Not long after, the live broadcast platform was updated again.

The footage of material distribution was made public, with children receiving food, the elderly drinking clean water and putting on warm clothes.