Chapter 19 Survivor Base.
He Sheng said "hmm", not sure if she heard it or not, because all he could hear was Patrick's voice.
"Yes, that's teleportation. No one can touch the edge of our captain's clothes within a ten-meter radius."
Wild Dog poked Patrick in the chest and said, "You've exposed all our secrets. Hurry up and get to work."
When the warehouse door opened, everyone was shocked by the inventory inside.
In addition to a considerable amount of rice, flour, grain and oil, the shelves are also filled with boxes of beverages, snacks, canned goods, and convenience foods.
"What a great harvest! It's a pity that we don't have a spatial ability user. We'll have to make more trips in the future."
Shu Lan held Shu Maomao's hand and carefully stepped over the messy steps. Standing at the door, she saw the food inside and her eyes flickered slightly.
She does have space, but it's a secret that cannot be told now.
There was a small cart at the door. He Sheng grabbed one and pushed it in front of Shu Lan: "You choose first."
Shu Lan asked bluntly, "Does letting me choose the supplies mean you don't plan to take me and the child away from here?"
He Sheng said calmly: "No, we will send you to the nearest survivor base in District 15."
Patrick explained thoughtfully, "The country is now divided into ninety-five districts. Each district is roughly half the size of a province. Each district has a survivor base that will take in all the survivors nearby. If you can hand in a certain amount of supplies when you enter, you'll be treated preferentially."
Shu Lan sensitively grasped the key point again: "Aren't you from the 15th District Base?"
Patrick said, "We don't... well..."
Wild Dog covered the mouth of this big funnel teammate in time. The captain was very frugal with words, and he blurted out everything without any tact at all.
Shu Lan thought about it and took the cart: "Okay, thank you very much."
Patrick pushed the wild dog's hand away angrily and almost vomited: "Your uncle's hand just picked up the crystal core and now it touches my mouth, it stinks!"
The wild dog glared at him with his back to the mother and son, cursing in his ear, "Stop talking! How many centuries have you not seen a woman? You've just met her and you're already chattering away, wanting to tell her everything you know."
Patrick struggled: "It's not a state secret, so what if I tell her? Why are you so wary of that little sister? Don't forget, she just saved our lives."
Patrick's last words shut up Wild Dog. Although he felt it was not a good idea to tell all the information about his team to someone he had just met, it did not stop Patrick from walking forward and wagging his tail at Shu Lan.
"Sister Chu, since you haven't listened to the broadcast before, you certainly don't know what the situation is like at the survivor base. Let me tell you in advance, there, everyone's resources must be handed over to the administrator for unified distribution. Now, only psychics and the military dare to face zombies directly. The military is protecting those who are more important to the country and society. Ordinary people can only be protected by us psychics. In addition to fighting zombies, psychics also need to form teams to go out and clean up zombies and scavenge for supplies. The more things you bring back, the more supplies you will get every day."
Shu Lan asked, "Does this mean that what I find must be handed over, passed through someone else's hands, and then a portion of it must be returned to me?"
"Yes, it means you'll have stable food, clothing, and shelter, but you need to accept the leadership's arrangements. I've been there before, in District 13, but I ended up deserting. Many of the teams there are improvised, and when things get tough, everyone only cares about themselves, not caring about the lives of others. You get less than one-fifth of the things you fight so hard to get back, and people often keep them for themselves. It's a real mess."
Shu Lan picked up a bag of flour and threw it into the cart, then walked towards the mineral water bottle: "Did you all run away from the base?"
The mineral water was a bit heavy and Shu Lan couldn't lift it, so Patrick helped her lift it and put it in the cart.
It stands to reason that when a person with superpowers awakens their superpowers, their physical fitness will also be enhanced, and they should be stronger than ordinary people.
The fact that Shu Lan couldn't lift the mineral water was a loophole, but Patrick, who hadn't seen a woman for a long time, was so engrossed in chatting with the "big sister" who had a nice voice, was gentle and intellectual, that he didn't pay attention to this detail.
"No, at first we all followed the captain. We were outside without the protection of the electric fence, so we were easily attacked by zombies wandering around at night. I couldn't stand the pressure, so I went in alone for a while. After entering, I found that the inside of the base was even more chaotic than the outside. I asked around for news of the captain, and after many twists and turns, I finally returned to the team."
Patrick realized he'd portrayed the survivor base in a somewhat negative light, and quickly remedied his mistake by saying, "I went to District 13, not District 15. The commander in District 15 was a university student, and the managers were also students. There's less intrigue and unity among the young people there. I heard they've started growing vegetables and raising livestock on the base, and with the food processing factory opening in a few years, everyone will be self-sufficient and won't have to scavenge for leftover food."
Finally, Shu Lan took a box of hard candies with a shorter expiration date and placed it in Shu Maomao's hand. She paused and said, "That's it. We have to hand them in once we get in anyway. I'll take less, so you can take more of the supplies you need."
Patrick was deeply moved. What a gentle and considerate young lady!
After He Sheng finished talking to the monkey owl in the pharmacy, he confirmed that they had collected all the medicines and put them into the car, and asked them to come to the supermarket to help move the goods.
In the warehouse, Patrick was still talking non-stop in front of Shu Lan. Wild Dog found a pack of high-end cigarettes, took out a pack and threw it to He Sheng: "Captain, this is great stuff. I couldn't afford it before."
He Sheng threw it back to him and said, "Quit it. Keep it for yourself."
He was observing the child, who looked about three or four years old. His hairstyle was obviously the work of an unprofessional barber, and he looked like a white and tender little mushroom.
From beginning to end, the little boy didn't make a sound, nor did he have any extra expressions or reactions. He just followed his mother quietly, making it easy for people to ignore his presence.
But in such a horrific environment, it was very strange that a child did not cry or make a fuss when he saw adults and his own kind fighting each other. However, everyone else's attention was on the mother, and only He Sheng was paying attention to the child.
The little boy who was concentrating on opening the candy box suddenly looked up, and his dark eyes collided with He Sheng in the air.
This glance made He Sheng's heart skip a beat. The impact of the zombies rushing towards his face was not as strong as the gloomy and cold eyes of the expressionless little boy.
Soon, the little boy lowered his head again, opened the candy box, took out a candy, tore open the candy, and poured the colorful candy into his mouth.
Shu Lan glanced down and exclaimed, "Ah! Baby, you have to eat these sour candies one by one. You can't eat so much at once!"
The little boy only took one bite and the sour taste made his features distorted and his face wrinkled.
He Sheng curled the corners of his lips, secretly mocking himself for being timid and being scared by a child who was still eating candy.
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