Senior management office of the Capital Base.
Several gray-haired elderly people sat at a rectangular conference table, staring at the big screen with tightly furrowed brows.
There were red dots all over it, so densely packed that you couldn't count them.
Those red dots are zombies, and the dark red dots are mutated zombies.
The red to black dots are high-level mutated zombies, and there are hundreds of them.
An old man said in a dignified voice, "Haven't we sent out quite a few teams with special abilities? Why haven't we been able to wipe out the zombies in the neighboring city?"
The young man in military uniform standing nearby immediately replied, "We did send out quite a few psychics, all of them mid-level fifth or sixth level, but they were no match."
"Among those high-level mutant zombies, there are already seventh-level mutant zombies. They are not only smart but also strategic. We are outnumbered and are no match for them."
"We have to fight even if we are not our opponents. We must take over the next city." The old man was angry.
The other old man narrowed his eyes at the young man and said, "There are tens of thousands of mutants in the base and they still can't destroy them. Do you think that we old men don't know anything because we don't go out?"
The young man didn't know how to respond.
In fact, they can be defeated. There are many teams of seventh-level psychics in the base, but it costs a high price to hire such a big team.
In addition, now that all the zombies in the capital city have been cleared, many people feel comfortable and don’t want to continue going on missions, and are obsessed with beauty all day long.
"You all think you can rest easy just because there are no zombies in the capital, right?! Once the zombies in the neighboring city grow up and a zombie king appears, I wonder how you can still enjoy your life."
The old man saw through the thoughts of those people with special abilities and cursed them angrily.
In order to take precautions, they have been sending people with special abilities to fight zombies in the neighboring cities. It would be best if they could kill all the zombies in the nearby cities and slowly expand the base so that they can take back the territory that belongs to them humans in the future.
But no one knows their good intentions and they slack off every day.
Several elderly people were afraid that after they died, the capital city base would be destroyed and humanity would become extinct.
The young man knew the concerns of the old people, but now there were aristocratic families in the capital city who checked and balanced their official people.
The aristocratic families have many powerful psychics who will not listen to their orders at all.
Although they have powerful psychics and patriotic psychic teams that can suppress the people from the aristocratic families, they cannot fall out with each other in the end, otherwise the entire capital city will fall apart.
"The Firelight Base just contacted our headquarters and said they want us to send healing and plant-based psychics to provide support."
The young man changed the subject.
This trick is very useful.
One of the old men spoke up, "The Firelight Base was built by the Xiao family father and son. Whether it's their character or their loyalty to the country, many people can't compare to them."
"If they need anything, we'll send them someone over, and also send a team of fifth-level psychics to guard their base."
The middle-aged man standing next to the old man immediately interrupted and said, "We have already sent investigators to the Firelight Base to investigate. As long as their base can accommodate 100,000 survivors, it won't be too late for us to send someone over to take charge."
"After all, 100,000 survivors is the official base population standard we set ourselves. We can't break it ourselves, right? That would be unfair to other bases!"
The middle-aged man spoke nicely, but in fact he took advantage of the aristocratic family and deliberately wanted to build a fire base.
Because some of the noble families in the capital city have a grudge against Xiao Sheng and his son, and they wish Xiao Yi and the others would die in H City.
The old man didn't know these inside stories, and what the man said made sense. He frowned in displeasure but had no choice but to agree.
There are too many ordinary bases applying to become official bases. If they use the backdoor to allow Huoguang Base to gain access, other bases will surely follow suit, and the situation will be chaotic.
The middle-aged man knew his words had worked, so he immediately put on a smile and said, "I've already sent people to the Firelight Base to investigate. As long as they meet the requirement of 100,000 people, I'll immediately have them allocate a team of fifth-level psychics and the healing and plant-based psychics they need."
"Well, let's do it this way. Let's go down!"
"OK."
The middle-aged man left flatteringly and closed the door of the conference room quietly.
When he got outside, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Fortunately, they didn't suspect anything."
The middle-aged man sent people to the Firelight Base, but he asked those people to eat and drink in other large bases for a while and then come back. They never set off.
"It's just a small base. It might be destroyed in a month. By then, who would know if I sent anyone to investigate?"
The middle-aged man said this with disdain as he walked out of the brightly lit corridor, not even paying attention to the fire base.
In the conference room.
An old man was worried and told the young man standing nearby, "Send a team to the Huoguang base via another route and have them bring an extra set of communication equipment for Xiao Sheng."
"It's been almost a year, and I don't know what's going on with Xiao Sheng. The communication signal is extremely poor, and we're disconnected for months at a time."
The young man said, "Don't worry. I will send people to the Firelight Base right away. If their number is less than 100,000, I will let the psychic team help search and rescue survivors. I will not sit idly by."
"Well, go ahead! Help if you can, and don't let the Xiao family's father and son feel cold."
"yes."
The man saluted in a standard manner and left the meeting room.
Only a few elderly people were left. They all frowned tiredly, with dark circles under their eyes.
The adjutants beside them immediately handed them water and paid attention to their physical condition.
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